Third, Tootsie Roll has used product development
n Barbara Ehrenreich’s The Worst Years of Our Lives, she highlights a significant infection festering in American Culture: television as a main event, or only event in a day. As she says “you never see people watching tv”, and that happens because it truly isn’t entertaining. It substitutes for a life. The television has been pulling people into an allusion of a false reality and a seemingly boring life since its implementation. She essentially illustrates the negative impact television has on todays society.
The instant feeling of comfort envelops me as I step across the threshold. The carpet that I step onto is soft, cradling my feet with each proceeding motion. With the sun reflecting off of them, the gray walls of my room invite me to stay for a deal of time. The sight and feeling of the carpet, the sunlight, the walls, and my bed put me at ease. As I stroll towards my navy blue bed, the tv and Xbox to my left tempt me and the desk in the corner remind me of the unfinished homework that I need to complete.
Imagine walking through a school hallway: students are chatting, everyone is wearing the same fabric uniform, and the distinct smell of students who just came from gym class permeates around the building. Melissa Grey, the author of Rated, explores what it feels like to be an average student walking through an average high school’s hallways. Or is it just an average high school? With sensory details and imagery, Grey manages to create an exciting first chapter of the book.
I was awakened by the kicks of the old woman who overlooked at me and was waiting when I stand up. It was an unfamiliar place for me. When I came to my mind, I saw other young maids who were also naked like me. That was a smelly cellar. There was a dried blood spots near the drainages.
Obviously, I can, my room looks like a bomb went off in it there are clothes everywhere, but I can’t find something that sends the message I want; I’m here to party and I look pretty great but also I don’t want to be here and I was dragged into this. Sarah bursts in ‘Jesus what happened in here’ she exclaims.
Journal Entry 1. The Train Station: I can still smell the smoke in my hair. What I would not do for a bath, especially after days of travel from Iowa to Boston on that train. If I wasn’t so numb from the tragic events of the past few weeks, I might actually be embarrassed by the stares of the people passing by. I must look a sight with my stained worn clothes and disheveled looks.
The smell of coconut oil conjures up tropical beaches and swaying palms; a strong contrast to the snow that covers our bedroom window. As his eyes open, grey as the sky, he gazes towards me, and just like that… he’s gone. A blank canvas. Without a shadow of doubt, his eyes spoke more words than his mouth ever did. I think of tomorrow, and what it will bring.
Initially, the narrator is disgusted and irritated by the paper, claiming, “I never saw a worse paper in my life. One of those sprawling flamboyant patterns committing every artistic sin” (339). This reaction mirrors that of a sane person’s--fearing the unknown, they distance themselves from insanity and any iteration of it, seeing it as grotesque and shameful. Yet, as she spends more time in the room, she grows interested in the wallpaper and begins to investigate. She comes to the conclusion that: “I didn 't realize for a long time what the thing was that showed behind, that dim sub-pattern, but now I am quite sure it is a woman” (346).
Ironically, writing about the walls keeps her grounded, yet leads to her madness. The shadows from a window above Jane’s bed, fueled by her imagination, fashion themselves to look like tiny women. The wind and normal flow of nature cause these images to seem animate. As the summer ends, she becomes obsessed with figuring the wallpaper out.
As she watched the way he played with the crumpled piece of paper in his hands, she wondered how it would feel to be touched by them. When he first entered the room his scent seemed to escalate, filling her nostrils with a musk-like aroma that was utterly enticing. She had never seen this person before nor could attach a name to him, but for some reason the boy appeared familiar. As she heard the first word leave his mouth, she felt like she had known him for her whole life. Nervous feelings consumed her while butterflies simultaneously danced in her stomach.
The author describes an image about the kitchen and the rest room. The author describes the kitchen with following quotes, “The kitchen is a cavern,” “The floor is slick with spills,” and “Sinks everywhere are clogged with scraps of lettuce, decomposing lemon wedges, water-logged toast crusts”. The effect of the imagery is to show the chaos of the kitchen, and to emphasize how bad the working environment is. Thus the audience can realize that how substandard and dirty the kitchen is, which beyonds audiences’ expectation due to the public impression that a kitchen should be the cleanest place due to its function of preparing and saving food. Later, the author continues to use imagery as describing the rest room.
They say school lunches suck. I am sure that I have found a school that has overthrown that stereotype. I strolled into John Adams Middle School on a Tuesday in late November. It was a cold, damp day. Fall was coming to an end and Winter was right around the corner.
Cobwebs linger in every witch way, and antique furniture layered with dust sits perfectly arranged in the living room. Cautiously, I walk farther into the house to explore. With every heavy step and pressure on the floor boards, it feels as if the house will collapse on top of me. I make my way into the kitchen. An old wooden table sits in the corner, along with matching chairs.
A memorable and heavenly man aroma filled the air. The smell of cherry, wintergreen, apple, and butternut flavoured pipe and tobacco smoke mixed with the scent of hair tonics, pomades, oils, and neck powders. These aromas became ingrained in the wood and every cranny of the shop. The moment a man stepped inside, he was enveloped in the warm and welcoming familiarity. He was immediately able to relax, and as soon as the hot lather hit his face, his cares would simply melt away.”
