Different Viewpoints

Old wooden chair

A. Ahhh, an old wooden chair. My legs feel like cold spaghetti and I am finally able to rest them. To anyone else it may look uncomfortable, but to me it is a safe haven. I feel like a poor beggar woman finding a gold mine, or a scientist making a break through discovery. I can now finally rest them. As I sit on the chair, I feel the blood begin to race to my legs, for they were numb from walking so long. I have a tingling sensation through out my body, and I can finally relax here. As I rock back and forth, I begin to close my eyes. What a wonderful chair to give such a tired person a place to rest. I have been walking for many a miles out in the hot summer. Now, this chair gives refuge to my useless legs. They ache of true pain, and I do not feel as though I will ever be able to move again.

B. I am about as hungry as any living creature could get. I am a termite looking for food, and I have not been able to find any old dried out wood for weeks. This spring has been truly plentiful for the humans, bringing lots of rain and water. Though to me, this means a low source of food. Even in the forest where it is usually very plentiful, it is very scarce and my colony is beginning to starve. But what is this? An old dried out rocking chair. Food at last! Now I will be able to feed my colony. As I climb on to it, I can smell the old pine scent and I take it in with every breath. I found a good old spot on the middle of the seat and begin to eat this precious meal, for I do not know how long it will be before I am given another. I call my colony, and within minutes it is a full blown feast. To who this chair belongs I do not know, but after we are all finished all that will remain will be a small pile of sawdust. We are now fed, and I know I can last for a couple more weeks until I have another lucky find.

C. What an exquisite chair! This old antique is just what I have been looking for. It even belongs to the Val Kill collection. The Val Kill collection is a collection of old furniture that once belonged to Eleanor Roosevelt. It is an old pine chair, made out of the wood from the now nonexistent Brooklyn forest. I hear it was passed down through a family that originated in the late 1900’s. I am pleased to find such an amazing chair in such magnificent condition. The wood is still hard, and has not become soft from decay. And it still has a very glossy dark pine look to it. If you smell very carefully, you can still smell the scent of the pine forest, almost as though you are in it. I know that this chair is worth thousands now, and I will be lucky to get this cheap. The question is, does the owner know of its value? No matter the price, I am determined to have it. This truly is a remarkable chair.


A highway

A. As I roll on this hot pavement, I feel many different textures. I feel someone’s old cigarette on the road, a piece of gum thrown out the window, and many more feelings that I could never describe. As I look ahead at the highway, I feel excitement. To me, a highway is a large race course which my other 3 brothers and I work together to go the fastest. Our driver is destined to get to work quickly, and now the highway becomes a track. As I feel him push the gas peddle ever so slightly, I know that it is time to rev up. He is speeding up to 70 miles per hour and I help him to zoom by the other cars. I do not want to fail him. Thank goodness for the highway. I get to reach my top speeds and race other cars, and I get the gratitude of beating them, so my owner is happy with me. I love the daily drives on the highway.

B. As I fly along about the giant serpent below me, I watch the many little, moving, and shiny things on top of them. I wonder what they are, and as I move downwards below them I see what looks like little aliens inside. This mysterious serpent winds and bends a many far ways taking aliens to a “city.” It is a jet black serpent and it is very wide. I fly above it every day to see the many things that happen on it. Almost every day I see those little moving objects bump in to each other and block the others from moving. Then a flashing object appears very quickly which makes very loud noises and takes the aliens away. I find this very peculiar but either way I respect the giant serpent, because it has powers much stronger then mine, so I keep my distance and watch it from above.

C. Finally I see the highway! I am overjoyed, for I have been lost for many days and nights. I was on my flight to Chicago so that I could see my daughter for her birthday when I lost contact with the radio control center. I have been lost for a very many days, in which I was not able to have contact with anyone, so I was forced to try to navigate my way, only to find that I could not. After flying over a long ways of water, I found myself over a large area of forest which lasted for about three days. I have been lost for four, and now I have finally seen civilization. This highway looks extremely busy which means that it must be a big city. I have no idea where I am now, but I do find comfort in seeing this highway so I may follow it. Now, my only problem will be finding a landing strip, and finding out where I am.

A train station

A. I am now home! I am very thirsty and I have been running out of power. My coal supply ran low early in to my trip. My train number is 4589 and I am arriving just on time to NYC. I set off from Charleston, North Carolina last night at about 6:00 pm, and I saw problems early on my trip. My coal ran low, and I did not have very much oil to keep me hydrated. I am happy now though, to be able to see my temporary home. I can get rested and fed so that I am ready to take my journey tomorrow after they fix my pipe line that broke around Virginia. As I pull in, many people are happy to see me. Some cry with joy, as other little children bounce up and down. I unload my passengers and their entire luggage and I am placed in to a holding facility where I am able to sleep. I am very relaxed and happy, but I am a little homesick from Charleston. I can not wait until tomorrow when I am able to return home, but this is a very good refuge until then.

B. I am starting to get agitated with this station, it is very noisy because there are always trains coming and going. The worst part is though; the area is very much polluted. These trains emit a lot of black smoke from their tunnels and it makes it hard for me to breath. I am also trying to raise my ducklings, and although the eves make a very nice place for my nest, a lot of little people try to knock it down, which is not very safe for my family. As I look down upon this station, I wonder whether or not I should remain there. It does look very beautiful and I do laugh at the people who look like ants scurrying about. I have decided; I will stay here. This is my home.

C. Ugh! I missed my train again, and I will now be late for work. My boss told me that if I was late one more time I would be in his office. The train is my enemy, or maybe I am just my own. Either way, I am very angry about this. I got up an hour early this morning, only to get caught in a traffic jam. When I tried to take a detour, I got lost. So now, I have arrived here five minutes beyond the departing time. Just in time to watch this wretched train leave me behind. I have just about had it. I walk to the train master to see when the next train leaves. That is when I discovered that the last train was my train, so now unfortunately I have to drive, and gas in now 5 dollars a gallon. That very evil train.

Blue October.

Music to me is a way of expression that runs deeper then just words. It is how you feel at any given moment, and the ability to express that. Music is the window to my soul. The band that I think is the best is Blue October. Blue October is a band that is very creative, uses amazing comparisons and emotional lyrics, and has a unique sound that I have never heard duplicated. I love their music, because they are my outlets of expression.
Blue October is a very creative band. From the way they dress, to the emotions they portray, they are something that is out of the ordinary. The band consists of four musicians, and unlike many they have a unique instrument that you wouldn’t expect in rock music, a violinist. The violinist is a very crucial instrument in all of Blue October’s music. It expresses much emotion and softens the hard lyrics that are pelted at you. Also, the creative songs are not just words written to become famous, they are diary entries. The lyrics written for most of their songs were actually Justin Furstenfeld’s diary entrees, the lead front man and song writer. That is something that you don’t hear of everyday, and that is why I find Blue October to be so compelling.
Along with its innovative creativity, the emotional lyrics and metaphors that you encounter in their music are extraordinary. In the song “into the ocean,” many of the descriptive expressions come from deep within the soul. For example, “I'm sinking to the bottom of my everything that freaks me out.” It is such a meaningful line that describes a deep, dark time within your life. Think about everything that has ever scared or unnerved you, and imagine it piling up on you, feeling as though you were suffocating. That is an emotion that is painful, yet can shed light in time of despair. These are words that speak to me and I feel as though Blue October understands what I am going through, even when no one else does.
This band has a sound that I have never heard before. The songs are an emotional vortex, which pull you in stronger then imaginable. The singer has such an incredible voice that I have never heard before. When you hear him sing, he is not just singing, he is crying out and pouring his emotions into the music, making you feel as though you understand his pain. The band behind him with all its unique instruments is a show in its own. They are skillfully played and accentuate the music very well, which makes Blue October’s music a crowd favorite, and easy to fall in love with.
I believe blue October to be the most amazing band ever to exist. Their emotions are shared within me, and I feel as thought they are my friends. I am inspired by the music they create and I am led by the individuality they portray. I adore how you can see the confidence radiantly shining off of them, and their passion for what they do shows within their work. Without Blue October, I would be lost, for they are my guidance.