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Sentinel City appears to be a primarily urban area with very little open space. The houses are mostly multi-family complexes like apartments, condos, senior and independent living centers, that are constructed from brick. Industrial Heights and Casper Park District have older, more dilapidated buildings that were probably factories years ago. Trash and graffiti are abundant within this area. Nightingale Square and Acer Tech Center have more well taken care of lawns, less graffiti, more historical

The city of Dumaguete is perched on the southwestern edge of the Negros Island in the Philippines. With such an enviable location, this city gets to enjoy a scenic waterfront position which endows it with pristine beaches. Its harbor is lined with great bars and restaurants, where you can enjoy a meal while feasting your eyes on the spectacular views of the sea. Hiking activities here are offered in places like Casaroro Falls: a natural space with exquisite scenery. If you love scuba diving, you’ll

What does it mean to have achieved the American dream? What does the American dream truly entail? For many people, the American dream simply is the idea of the opportunity to expand offered by this great country, whether it be personally, professionally, spiritually, emotionally, and so on and so forth. But how does one know if they have actually attained the American dream? For many people in this country, the American dream means many different things, and further entails varying results. However

being said, the lighting, makeup, costumes, setting and props are all key factors of Mise-en-scene. The setting in a film creates a sense of place, a mood, and may also reflect a character’s emotional state. It can be entirely fabricated within a studio – just like Rear Window -- or it may also be found and filmed on-location. Perhaps the most easily visible aspect of mise-en-scene is costume. Costume can include both makeup or wardrobe choices that are used to convey a character’s temperament or

“Boom, Boom, Boom...ping” The uproar of violent knocks on my front door and my front door unlocking permeated through the quiet studio apartment. My brain told me to run and hide, but my body stood rooted to the ground.I was frozen...except the one heavy warm tear trickling down what seemed like my lifeless face. It was exactly a month after my 12th birthday when my parents moved me and my younger siblings to VYV in Jersey City. Regardless of the fact that we were just staying there until my parents

not be as practical in a specific location. Japan and America outdo each other in comparison and relate in so many ways except size. America has an abundant amount of space for expansion. New houses are being bought and land is sold every day. An apartment or house may have rooms ranging from none to as much as the heart desires. Families can completely seclude themselves with thick walls and doors in their home. Dinner time may be the couch or the dinner table. In America a yard is cherished by some

move. My grandfather was the inventor of Pop Rocks, so I can live where ever and do whatever. There are literally no limits to what I can and will do with my life. Here in New York, I 'm living the idealistic Tumblr-aesthetic lifestyle, in my studio apartment with an uneven floor and a stove that only works half of the time. A suggestion for anyone moving to a new city, work in the small coffee shop about 3 blocks, making the minimum wage for 12 hours a day, because what else are you going to do?

walking my ten cats down Canal Street to Pet Central to buy cat food. I used to despise cats until I became their caretaker after a tragedy. This is my story about how I became the man on Canal Street with 10 felines. I remember going over to my Mom’s apartment on that cold and soggy day in the middle of Fall. As I entered the house the foul smell of felines engulfed my nose and I began to sneeze all over my Mother’s furniture. I yelled to the top of my lungs “I HATE CATS!” to which she scolded me and said

loved and extremely blessed. When Ellen and Meghan left the following day, I booked our flights to Italy. We were leaving right after Valentine’s Day. Although we planned another extended stay in Orvieto, curiosity persuaded us to rent a studio apartment more centrally located this time. Bed and Breakfast (B&B) Garibaldi, in the historic center of town, near the Piazza della Repubblica seemed ideal and offered a winter discount rate of 47€ per night. Prior to securing a reservation, I communicated

childhood in Downey. I use to live an apartment on the Elm Vista Street by this abandoned NASA plant and film studio, which are now known as The Downey Landing and The Promenade. My two cousins Isabel and Bianca lived right down the street from me so we were practically joint to the hip. From time to time, I would beg my father to sleep over their house. He was very old school and strict, unlike my mother. He did not even allow me to play outside in my apartment building. There was a summer day that