The scrawny man stood in front of the dining hall wiping sweat off his brow. He wore a gray herringbone tweet jacket, a white button-down oxford shirt, a zebra-striped tie, and mud-colored flannel trousers─a costume befitting the gatekeeper of a distinguished educational institution. His aquiline nose, indiscernible chin, and eyes like shotgun barrels accentuated a pale and oily complexion. Those appeared his most formidable features. His silhouette in the right light painted a bleaker depiction. He scanned the short rise to the North Lawn for familiar faces amidst a sea of polo shirts, preppy blazers, and silky blouses. A bustling crowd in full swing swarmed in every direction. Rustling leaves accompanying shuffling footsteps mitigated the …show more content…
The ivy clad dormitories and superb landscaping met anyone’s expectations for a New England college. Students and staff alike reacquired old friends and planted seeds for new ones. Sometimes, unfortunates became entangled with Shelly’s eyes, conducting an unsettling exchange of opposing energy. He looked forward to hosting the new faculty welcome party scheduled for late afternoon, and chairing the Academic Review and Disciplinary Board meeting the following evening. The bi-annual exit strategy for those failing to meet their requirements often included his least favorite students. Miguel Carbarone’s prospects and the Jimmy Romanowski resolution further enlivened his mood. If an even three emerged from among the Bishop Hall crew, the autumn semester would taste sublime. Oh well, an opportunity might yet arise. Sheldon bore a napoleon complex with follicles in full retreat. His academic and professional career depicted an exemplary bureaucrat who hadn’t so much as earned a parking ticket, or ever been more than moderately inebriated. He considered himself the model beacon to guide the blind but eager students in their drive toward the …show more content…
In High School, he broke the record for issuing the most Hall Monitor demerits. As a college Dorm Manager, no one danced the heaving breath fandango under his watch. Finally, at graduate school, he paid a professional to break his nut. “Good day, Williams.” His career began as a Student Loan Administrator, progressed to the Registrar’s office, sidestepped to whistleblower, and leapfrogged to his current, exalted position. He fell convinced his constituent’s best interest lay with applying an idealistic purity in the service of their interests. “Welcome back, Katherine…” After completing the opening overture, he headed back toward McKinley Hall, exuding a powerful sense of purpose. He needed to expedite some paperwork, and conduct a few calls. The fall semester kickoff had proceeded smoothly with the best part yet to come. Something noble resounded about his calling as the quintessential “introductory Shelly”, preparing students for the hundreds of Shelly’s they’d encounter in the world. He took great pride in eradicating the weeds in his garden, which sometimes included healthy trees and vibrant flowers. Oh
In Mary Downing Hahn’s “The Ghost of Crutchfield Hall,” Downing Hahn shows that sometimes the best of people who deserve the best end up getting the worst. In this companion book, you will see the difference between the two main characters; Sophia and Florence. You will also find out about the setting and what dangers can go on at Crutchfield Hall. You will see what something in the book symbolizes, including the cat and the mice, and the cold. I will show you Sophia’s mind and her thoughts, and what she is planning on doing, more about her death, and possibilities of what could’ve happened.
in English and taught as a part time instructor. It’s a garden that he describes as “overgrown and seemingly unmanaged...perhaps the only place left at the university that is not meticulously landscaped and stage-managed for tour groups and the website”. While the “aesthetic conformity” of the school is not the only issue, DeBoer’s portrayal of the campus sets the mood of his statement. The juxtaposed descriptions of the natural versus managed spaces on campus reflect the bigger picture; namely universities are more focused on marketability than education. He backs this up with other information, but it is this personal example that will likely stick with the audience. The garden might seem like a trivial issue, but it represents DeBoer’s personal stake in the subject. “That’s precisely why I love the garden: It’s one of the last little wild places left at Purdue”, he says, “Naturally, it’s slated for demolition”. This particular statement is a powerful ending to his introduction because it depicts the weakness of campus culture and freedom against university
I envisioned my experience at the Governor’s school. Spending my summer surrounded by North Carolina's best instructors and rising seniors. I visualized attending the theater events that other students performed. I wondered what my roommate would be like. I fantasized decorating my dorm room with meaningful pictures, awards, and my acceptance letter to the Governor’s school. I imagined the sound of my mother’s gentle voice on the phone
This hopeless place provides a stark contrast between the low-status people living here and the high-status people living in West Egg and East Egg. In the end, Myrtle’s death in her home in the Valley of Ashes further associates the place with pain, misfortune, and despair, a place where nothing ever good
In the comparison of the college student's two expressions of his first impression of his dorm, Hall disregards the first passage as 'sloppy – slangy and fragmentary.'; He praises the second passage as suspenseful and detailed and suggests that the author has 'made great strides'; and has 'put some thought into creating a scene.'; I, however, find the second passage to be dull and watered-down, over-edited, and false sounding. Although the first passage could be improved by explaining where he was, what the disaster entailed, and who the funny-looking guy was, its honesty far outweighs the literary correctness of the second passage.
Another emotion portrayed through the narrators language is disappointment. The center of the work is where the story takes a deep turn downward - and the black cloud presents itself. Mr. DonLeavy's presence was insult enough, but to say he was "glad to be here to see the work going on just as it was in the other schools" (838)...
In her first year as a Resident Assistant, Andrea Robinson received a Christmas card from a resident named Charlotte, thanking her for helping Charlotte adjust to her new life at college. Robinson recalled that Charlotte was overcome with homesickness, as many first time students can be, and to help boost her spirits, she went with Charlotte to an opening week picnic. That made a huge difference for Charlotte and her gratitude she conveyed in the card. But the message had an extra meaning to Robinson. “I was just doing my job,” Robinson said. But knowing the difference she had made to Charlotte, she asked, “Why wouldn’t anyone want to do this for the rest of their life?”
On that same day a few yards away, Frank Levi Trimble stretched his legs out in his bed in Hope College dormitory. As a third year student, Trimble had sat through a similar convocation ceremony just a few years earlier. The memory of the experience lingered in his mind this morning as he readied the room for his new roommate, John Hope.
“She grieved over the shabbiness of her apartment, the dinginess of the walls, the worn-out appearance of the chairs, the ugliness of the draperies. All these things, which another woman of her class would not even have noticed, gnawed at her and made her furious.”
Nathan, R. (2005). My freshman year: what a professor learned by becoming a student. Ithaca: Cornell University Press.
Westport, Connecticut: Greenwood Press, 1998. Reidhead, Julia, ed., pp. 113-117. Norton Anthology of English Literature, vol. 7, 2nd ed.
With both hands resting lightly on the table to each side of his white foam cup, Otis stared into its deep abyss of emptiness with his head bowed as if willing it to fill again, giving him a reason to enjoy the shelter that the indoors provided. I could almost touch the conflict going on inside of him, a battle of wills as if he was negotiating with an imaginary devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. I sensed a cramp of discomfort seizing his insides, compelling him to flee, then a silent resolve, as if a moment of clarity had graced his consciousness.
“The subject was lame in neither foot, and he was neither short, nor hugely tall, but simply tall. As for his teeth, the left ones has platinum crowns, the right - gold. He was dressed in an expensive gray suit and wore foreign-made shoes of the same color. A gray beret was cocked rakishly in his ear, and under his arm he carried a ...
Nathan, R. (2005). My freshman year: What a professor learned by becoming a student. Ithaca: Cornell University Press.
I nervously opened the doors to my future, hoping for the best for myself. At first, I believed departing to class would be simple, but when the bell rang for the first time I had no idea what class room goes where and how busy the halls were going to be. Suddenly, the entire world around me scrambled to class, and on occasions bumping each other along the way; it was a widespread panic for most of the freshmen. Fortunately, I found some wonderful teachers to direct me to my rooms that I will spend the next year