Akiza
The Black Steel Rose
Awards
Okay, well I've been working on this for the past eh hour or so, and it's what I'm planning on writing (if I remember most of it in my ten word summary index card im allowed to bring xd) for my English 101 final exam on thursday morning xd. Its a personal essay on an inanimate object of our choice: between a clock, coffee mug, or notebook. I chose to do mine on a clock, an electric alarm clock. The requirements were that it had to have a clear thought out thesis and introduction, at least 3 body paragraphs, a conclusion that brings my whole essay together, 700+ words, minimum of 7 sentences for each paragraph, and i had to use two of the five senses as sensory details. Well here it is (and please give me your honest opinions o.o):
We first met at a Wal-Mart down the road. I was a shiny, brand new alarm clock who recently arrived from the factory. I am looking for a new home like my mass produced distant cousins, and she is looking for a reliable alarm clock to wake her up when needed. She searches around the aisle, looking at the various kinds of alarm clocks, and she spots me. She picks me up, examines me, and then puts me back on the shelf. She seems to be amused by another kind of alarm clock, but unfortunately for her, they have sold out of the model. She comes back to me, picks me up again, and carries me to the checkout counter. I have found an owner. She brings me to her house, plugs me into the wall socket, places me on the nightstand, and sets the current time and my alarm for 6:00 A.M. The next morning, 6 A.M. strikes, and she hears my voice for the first time. “Buzz Buzz Buzz….” I sing to her, attempting to wake her up, but she groans and reluctantly sits up and turns my alarm off. She then gets ready for her day at school. I am happy with a successful first day on the job while she does not seem to be happy with me at all. Unfortunately, this trend would only be the beginning of my career as her alarm clock.
A few years and many slaps to my snooze button later, she is now a college student and I am still her servant who has to wake her up each morning. I still live on her nightstand in her dorm and now, she changes my alarm time almost every single day! I do not care if it is because of her changing class schedule times! I do not need my buttons to be pushed every day. Her fingers are not the lightest pressers either. It hurts like crazy whenever she presses my buttons, moreover after the dozens of times she has slammed my snooze button. She does not change my alarm time just for her daily class schedules but now she also changes it for her ‘beauty naps.’ Ugh, I am getting too old for this. Why she does not push me off the nightstand hard enough to break me I will never know. She still does not appreciate my singing or what I do for her every single day without complaint. If I had a mouth, she would hear a mouthful from me. One day, I attempt to wake her up with my beautiful singing for her next class, but she does not hear me at all and oversleeps. Later on, there was a freak power outage and my alarm was turned off from behind: my plug in the wall socket. So now she cannot hear my gorgeous voice anymore, and continues sleeping. She finally wakes up, twenty minutes after her class has started and starts yelling at me for not waking her up for class. Some of the words she said to me I would not like to reiterate. All I can do is listen to her vulgar complaining as she tries to get to class and rushes out the door, slamming it, and making me fall off the nightstand only to hang by my power cord from the floor. I was so close from my death I could taste it. I wanted to die there. Unfortunately, when she returns, she places me back on the nightstand of terror and resets me. It is also obvious she is still ticked at me for something that was not my fault. I want to go to alarm clock heaven so much right now, but unfortunately, my time on this hell has not come to a close yet. Let my uneventful life continue.
Several years and even more slaps and fists to my snooze button later, she has graduated college and now has a job. She lives by herself in an apartment and is still with me. It is time for her to get up for work and I am singing my lungs out for her but she will not get out of bed. She has been late for work multiple times already, and who does she blame? Me. I have been singing my lungs out for her ever since she brought me home from Wal-Mart, and she has not shown one smidgeon of appreciation to me at all! Let me die now, almighty alarm clock god. Let me begin my life up there. Unfortunately for me, it is still not my time to go, and I have to be her slave for who knows how much longer. I cannot wait until she gets married and gives me away to her children. That is just what I need: more unappreciative hosts. Is this how it is for all of my brethren? Is this how it will be for the rest of my life? Someone kill me now, please!
It has not been all that great for me. Ever since my arrival in the store from the factory, it has all gone downhill. I was purchased by someone who I believe will NEVER appreciate what I do for her, but she does take care of me. Unfortunately, I want to die this very moment because it has not been a great life for me at all. I now wish that she had bought a different alarm clock instead of me, but would my fate be any different? I would be bought by another unappreciative owner sooner or later, or discarded for being on the shelf too long by my creators. Let me just die now, please. *The clock shorts out.* Finally, thank you almighty alarm clock god.
Thank you all. ^.^
Buzz Buzz Buzz...
She moves her hand around the nightstand to push my buttons yet again. I am trying to tell her to wake up because if she does not, she is going to be late for work again and blame me. What if I fall off the nightstand and break? What if she breaks me again by slamming her hand onto my snooze button? I try my hardest to do my job to wake her up and show the current time, but does she listen? No. It is not easy being an electric alarm clock for her. Ever since she was in high school, I have been there for her to wake her up, show her the current time, and make her day go by in a timely manner. However, do I receive any appreciation for what I do? All she gives me are complaints, yelling, and slaps to the face. I even fall off this nightstand and onto the hard floor every so often. If she is not too careful, I may break and she will have to get me fixed or discard me for one of my distant cousins. I bet she does not even care about me one bit. I am just a noisy nuisance to her, and I am just doing my job.We first met at a Wal-Mart down the road. I was a shiny, brand new alarm clock who recently arrived from the factory. I am looking for a new home like my mass produced distant cousins, and she is looking for a reliable alarm clock to wake her up when needed. She searches around the aisle, looking at the various kinds of alarm clocks, and she spots me. She picks me up, examines me, and then puts me back on the shelf. She seems to be amused by another kind of alarm clock, but unfortunately for her, they have sold out of the model. She comes back to me, picks me up again, and carries me to the checkout counter. I have found an owner. She brings me to her house, plugs me into the wall socket, places me on the nightstand, and sets the current time and my alarm for 6:00 A.M. The next morning, 6 A.M. strikes, and she hears my voice for the first time. “Buzz Buzz Buzz….” I sing to her, attempting to wake her up, but she groans and reluctantly sits up and turns my alarm off. She then gets ready for her day at school. I am happy with a successful first day on the job while she does not seem to be happy with me at all. Unfortunately, this trend would only be the beginning of my career as her alarm clock.
A few years and many slaps to my snooze button later, she is now a college student and I am still her servant who has to wake her up each morning. I still live on her nightstand in her dorm and now, she changes my alarm time almost every single day! I do not care if it is because of her changing class schedule times! I do not need my buttons to be pushed every day. Her fingers are not the lightest pressers either. It hurts like crazy whenever she presses my buttons, moreover after the dozens of times she has slammed my snooze button. She does not change my alarm time just for her daily class schedules but now she also changes it for her ‘beauty naps.’ Ugh, I am getting too old for this. Why she does not push me off the nightstand hard enough to break me I will never know. She still does not appreciate my singing or what I do for her every single day without complaint. If I had a mouth, she would hear a mouthful from me. One day, I attempt to wake her up with my beautiful singing for her next class, but she does not hear me at all and oversleeps. Later on, there was a freak power outage and my alarm was turned off from behind: my plug in the wall socket. So now she cannot hear my gorgeous voice anymore, and continues sleeping. She finally wakes up, twenty minutes after her class has started and starts yelling at me for not waking her up for class. Some of the words she said to me I would not like to reiterate. All I can do is listen to her vulgar complaining as she tries to get to class and rushes out the door, slamming it, and making me fall off the nightstand only to hang by my power cord from the floor. I was so close from my death I could taste it. I wanted to die there. Unfortunately, when she returns, she places me back on the nightstand of terror and resets me. It is also obvious she is still ticked at me for something that was not my fault. I want to go to alarm clock heaven so much right now, but unfortunately, my time on this hell has not come to a close yet. Let my uneventful life continue.
Several years and even more slaps and fists to my snooze button later, she has graduated college and now has a job. She lives by herself in an apartment and is still with me. It is time for her to get up for work and I am singing my lungs out for her but she will not get out of bed. She has been late for work multiple times already, and who does she blame? Me. I have been singing my lungs out for her ever since she brought me home from Wal-Mart, and she has not shown one smidgeon of appreciation to me at all! Let me die now, almighty alarm clock god. Let me begin my life up there. Unfortunately for me, it is still not my time to go, and I have to be her slave for who knows how much longer. I cannot wait until she gets married and gives me away to her children. That is just what I need: more unappreciative hosts. Is this how it is for all of my brethren? Is this how it will be for the rest of my life? Someone kill me now, please!
It has not been all that great for me. Ever since my arrival in the store from the factory, it has all gone downhill. I was purchased by someone who I believe will NEVER appreciate what I do for her, but she does take care of me. Unfortunately, I want to die this very moment because it has not been a great life for me at all. I now wish that she had bought a different alarm clock instead of me, but would my fate be any different? I would be bought by another unappreciative owner sooner or later, or discarded for being on the shelf too long by my creators. Let me just die now, please. *The clock shorts out.* Finally, thank you almighty alarm clock god.
Thank you all. ^.^
