Projector Alarm Clock

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My house is in-between a church, main road, graveyard and more houses. My house is about 100 years old and has an old outside toilet my family have never been in the 15 years we have lived here. We have a cellar and converted loft.
So whenever you go into the loft at any time you can hear a deep white noise (kinda like this http://whitenoisemp3s.com/previews/Sleepy_Jet_Cabin_preview_whitenoisemp3s-com.mp3). In the loft their is a sofa, projector, screen, dvd player and films. I have checked behind the curtains around the projector screen and it is just old family dvds and pictures we put their.
At night, even when my neighbours are asleep, you can hear creeking and the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs; even at 4 o clock when everybody on the street is asleep.
When I was younger, about 8 or 9, I would sleep with the door shut and in the morning wake up with the door open. However as I am older now (15) I still sleep with the door shut but as I dont get up early anymore my mum wakes me up so I dont know if the door is open or not.
Sometimes during the evening things from the top of the cellar fall into the cellar (such as hoovers and buckets). Also sometimes plates fall off the pile.
Sometimes in the night I feel like somebody/thing is watching me and I can feel wind on me although the window is closed.
I think if I do have anything in my house, it is not seriously bad as doors are never slammed, and things are never turned on and off.

I sent this essay to the UC schools. And I was just wondering if you think I’ll get in with it. This is only my personal response to the first prompt. thanks for reading it!

The sound of a blaring siren is unsuitable for an eight year-old child to wake at six o’clock for school. But if a fire station is located on the corner of the block, there is no alternative. The constant alarm has always been present in my tranquil community of Chino Hills, a region located in Los Angeles. Despite the portrayal of frequent fire emergencies, my hometown is average: the city is not overpopulated, crime rates are somewhat low, and housing costs are fairly standard. Living in my old home was a childhood luxury: I advanced from riding a tricycle to a bicycle, I flew my kite in the winds of the community park, I qualified for my county’s science fair with an experiment involving iodine, my wishes magically came true at 11:11 p.m., I was awarded student of the month multiple times a year, and I created friendships with best friends I still talk to today.
My family and I relocated to San Diego in 2002. Specifically in Carmel Valley, my new environment is similar to my prior quiet neighborhood, excluding the fluctuating real estate market. The relaxing city also treated me well for the past seven years: I danced with my crush to Michael Bublé’s “Can’t Help Falling in Love” at Winter Formal, I lose my voice each August at the Van’s Warped Tour, I luckily passed my driver’s license test on my first try, I successfully applied for my first job at the infamous Baskin Robbins in Solana Beach, I was carried home and kissed goodnight by the boy I truly love, and I met each member of The All-American Rejects before their second album’s release. My past shaped all that I am today. I have seen the best, loved the worst, hence my integrity knows it is never a mistake to care for someone. The hardships and fortunes form the vast desires I hold for my future.
In my lifetime, I had dreams to be of some assistance to Steve’s hunt on Blue’s Clues, the companion of Clifford (the big red dog), a renowned Pokémon master, an electric guitarist touring alongside Billie Joe Armstrong, a profitable abstract painter, the interpreter of the magical realism presented in Cien años de soledad, that girl named Delilah the Plain White T’s endearingly sang for, Lauren Conrad’s next roommate, Daisy Buchanan of The Great Gatsby, an optometrist, a resident at Frank Warren’s house for PostSecret Sundays, and an influential elementary school teacher, respectively.
My ultimate aspiration is to inspire children, while they are still young, into believing they inherently have the intelligence to succeed. My communities of Chino Hills and Carmel Valley have given me the strength and ability to make something of myself. In return, that is my greatest goal in life. I intend to make a difference. After nine months of my teaching, approximately thirty children will realize their dreams are not meant to be followed; they must be chased.

Chapter 1

"Alexandra! Get your butt out of bed! School starts today. Aren’t you excited?" my mom shouted loudly through the thin, wooden, bedroom door, while knocking continuously. She’d been prodding me to get up for about ten minutes now, with no victory. The only replies I had granted her were rude remarks like, ‘go away’, or ‘shut up’.
"Please, just five. More. Minutes!" I repeatedly begged. "I still have a lot of time! I don’t have to be at school until 8 ‘o’ clock!" I added, hoping to finally persuade my mother to leave me alone so I could get at least ten more minutes of sleep.
"But Alex, you only have about twenty minutes! You’re going to be late. Get up now!" my oh-so-stubborn mother ordered.
Forcing one, heavy eyelid to slowly crawl open, I glanced at the translucent, neon alarm clock that waited silently. Sure enough, it read 7:40 a.m. Groaning in annoyance, I pushed myself to get out of my warm, welcoming bed. I slowly melted from a groggy, calm teen who just wanted to take her time getting ready, to a fast-paced, hyper girl, who wanted to get the day done and over with. I rushed through a scorching hot shower, nearly killing myself when I nearly slipped on a bar of soap. Just my typical clumsiness setting in, destined to somehow ruin my day. After drying and brushing my brown-blonde hair, I pulled it back into a neat ponytail.
Turning to my dresser, I kneeled, throwing open one of the drawers. I cringed as I heard one of the most horrible sounds ever. My cute little kitten, Raja, mewed and hissed as it too, was tossed from her comfy napping spot, which just happened to be made up of my four favorite shirts.
"Nice, Raja. Real nice," I scolded, digging deep into the piled-in clothes. "Aha! Found it," I cheered, sliding on my black volleyball T Shirt. I found it my most comfortable shirt, and I absolutely loved it. Then, I threw on a thin hoodie. Running back into my bathroom, I gasped. How had I forgotten pants?! I glared down at my outfit which consisted of an old hoodie and pajama pants that were dotted with little purple music notes. Ugh.
I found my favorite pair of jeans and tried slipping them on quickly. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out very well. And because of my clear lack of grace, the result was me getting one leg in, while the other foot slipped, causing me to fall towards my dirty clothes hamper. It flew a few feet, spilling clothes all over my normally semi-clean room. Not regarding any attention to that, I finished the almost impossible task of putting on my jeans.
"Shoes, where are you?" I asked absent-mindedly. I snaked her arms into the point of no return: underneath my bed. Feeling around, I found one, then the other. As I sat on the edge of my bed, I shoved my sock-clad feet into the black converse. They were well worn-out and fit me well.
Looking around at the aftermath of the hamper incident, I groaned. There were clothes randomly strewn all around where the hamper had fallen. Glancing at the alarm clock for a second, I realized that I only had five minutes until the first bell rang. And how horrible would that be as a first impression? Late on the first day. Unacceptable.
I laughed a little bit as I realized that that was something my business-like mother would say. But I guess I couldn’t judge my mom too harshly, considering she had been a single mother since I had been born. True, I’d always wanted another brother or sister to pick on and order around, but my mom never got too serious about a guy. Oh well. I shrugged it off and waved ‘good-bye’ to Raja, who was watching me intently. Apparently, the little kitten hadn’t forgotten of the earlier

6- he worked hard, and as a result he passes the exams with excellent grades. ( because of)
7-his best shirt was dirty, therefore he could not wear it to the party.( the reason why)
8- he turned on the lights because it was dark.( since)
9-he did not have any qualifications. as a result, he did not get the job.( because)
10- the fact that the job was poorly paid was the reason why she turned it down( for)
11- they did not go because it was foggy .( of)
12- she did not have enough cash with her, so she paid by credit card ( as)
13- she did not hear her alarm clock as a result, she was late for work ( due)
14- the reason why she wanted to be alone was the fact that she was upset. (for)
15- they didn’t know the area well, so they asked for directions (as)
16- david put more wood on the fire because it was cold ( since)
17- some trees fell down last night because it was windy ( of)
1- she left the house her mobile phone rang . ( No sooner)
2- you cannot go out. you have to do your homework first.( until)
3- we will finish our homework before we go to the party. ( After)
4-simon talked to the teacher during the break ( While)
5- rob had no sooner set out than the storm broke( Hardly)
6- we cannot leave. we have to wait for the rain to stop first ( until)
7- he opened the door. the bird flew out of the cage ( Hardly)
8-they returned home. they realized that their house had been burled ( no sooner)
9- as soon as he saw the police. he started running ( moment)
10- she collected some information before she called the agency (After)
11- he had no sooner set the table than the guests arrived. ( Hardly)
12- he fell asleep during the film. ( While)
13- they will come home at seven o’clock. mary will have cooked dinner by then ( by the time)

what do you think of this opening for the book i’m writing, its called "Unspeakables"

This was definitely not where Symone had fallen asleep. This wasn’t even close, and where were her pyjamas?
Was she dead?
The clock next to her switched its numbers to twelve o’clock making her jump. Symone didn’t care for the time; she was more concerned with the fact that she didn’t own an alarm clock.
Sitting up she shook her head. She felt tired and wanted to snuggle back down into her duvet. But there was no duvet.
her head could’t get around it. This wasn’t her room. Actually it didn’t look like anyone’s room; well at least it wasn’t now.
The creamy yellow flowery wallpaper had been torn violently off the walls and in some places it looked like it had been slashed by five long knives, cushions littered the floor, and some didn’t even look like cushions, more like little piles of delicate white fluff wile others oozed there stuffing out of violent gashes. But what completed the scene was the large pools of what must have been blood contrasting gruesomely against the meadow green carpet. The coppery smell was enough to make her gag.
It was a dream, it must be a dream. A very vivid one but there was no other explanation.
Standing was difficult, her legs protested and her arms were stiff.
Now upright she saw the remains of what was someone’s living room.
Glass crunched under her trainers and the blood squelched under foot.
She came to the door and stopped, wondering if she should go on. If she turned back now she needn’t see who that blood belonged to, or have hers join it. But she had to walk on, even though every single part of her protested. Raising a hand she pushed the door open. Then something moved.
She leaned closer to the door. The something moved again.
It was big, maybe hungry, and it possibly had teeth.
Symone kicked the door open. Then, ignoring the little voice in her subconscious cursing her stupidity, walked out. It was all black. The outline of the front door was only a few meters away.
Then behind her the something move again. It was close. She turned quickly to see what it was; it moved again, she moved too. There was a quiet groan and Symone readied herself to punch. Flicking a loose strand of brown hair from her eyes she turned again. The room went quiet. It was behind her, heavily breathing in her ear. Its lips parted and the smell of stale blood reached her nose.
There was a flash of blue light, a pair of fangs, the sound of wood braking, and a wall that didn’t get out of the way when she flew into it.
Suddenly there was a searing pain in her arm as she fell off her bed.
It wouldn’t have hurt so much if her bed was five feet off the ground.
Now this was her room.

thats abit of the first chapter.
does anyone like it or is it a lost cause
its not about vampires

Chapter 1:New Girl
My eyes popped open the second before my alarm clock went off. I lifted the coffin lid and shut off the alarm clock viciously before I had the chance to murder it accidentally. I closed the coffin lid and then headed into the bathroom to shower hastily. The warm water woke me up more politely than that damn alarm clock did.
After blow-drying my hair and slipping on my light pink bathrobe, I headed down stairs to get some breakfast.
"Asmerelda Novuel Osborne, it’s six o’clock in the morning and I’m still asleep! Don’t be late for school and be quiet," shouted my twenty year old sister, Vasilisa. While she’d been shouting at me, I’d already grabbed two granola bars and poured some pulp-free orange juice.
"Sure thing, Liss.", I said with my mouth full. After chewing and swallowing both granola bars down, I poured the remains of the orange juice in the sink and rinsed it out. I practically flew up the stairs so I could get dressed and finish up getting ready for school.
When I got in there, Lissa was already out of her coffin.
"Good morning," she greeted me while yawning and then went to the bathroom. I scanned my closet for something to wear. I picked out a simple and long-sleeved light pink shirt and faded jeans. Lacing my black hightops on, I went to the dresser and looked in the mirror. I was well aware that I had both a face and a body to die for.
At five feet, eight inches tall, I was healthy skinny and had hard muscle packed into my body. I had skin that was as white as snow and rose-red cheeks. My hair was waist-length, thin and midnight-black. It framed an oval-shaped face with high cheekbones, full lips, a straight and thin nose, and dark-emerald eyes that were framed with long and thick eyelashes.
"Asmerelda, are you almost ready?", Lissa asked. I then looked away from the mirror and whirled to see Lissa in her white satin bathrobe and her hair wrapped in a towel.
"Almost," I said. I grabbed my gray sweatshirt and threw it over my long-sleeved shirt. Grabbing the dark blue stringbag and threw it onto my back.
"Now I’m ready. Thanks, Liss," I said. I kissed her on the cheek and she kissed my forehead.
"Good luck, Asmerelda," Lissa said.
Then I ran down the stairs and ran out the front door. It was pouring rain outside. I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt up and walked into the rain.
Today was my first day in the small and rainy town Caspian Rivers, Washington. Actually, it was just my first day of Caspian Rivers High School; yesterday had been my first day. I liked it here. It was sunless and small, not like Los Angeles. I’d been living in Los Angeles with my Aunt Lydia when Lissa had asked me to come live with her in Caspian Rivers. I’d said yes because I hated Los Angeles; the sunlight had made me more thirsty and run on a noctural scheulde.
By the way, I am Asmerelda Novuel Osborne, a fifteen year old dhampir (half-human and half-vampire). I’m the daughter of vampire Lord Julius Louis Osborne and deceased human Lynn Dee Conta Osborne. I’m also the sister of Vasilisa Jane Osborne. She’s twenty years old and a dhampir too. My father left me when I was seven months old and my mother had died when I was seven years old.
I was so nervous but excited. My mind replayed the words Lissa had told me before bed last night.
‘Come on, Asmerelda. You’ll make plenty of friends, I mean who wouldn’t like you? You’re brave, beautiful, sweet, and loving. You’ll be just fine.’ Those were the words she’d told me and I had stuck in my head.
I was now in the front of the school. I was really nervous now. I knew I looked nothing like the average girl from Los Angeles-tan, blonde, blue-eyed, rich, a preppy and selfish cheerleader or volleyball player.
Sighing, I lingered in the shadows. I felt an aura of nervousness around me and I wished the aura would me make invisible.
Then I stepped out of the shadows and walked onto the sidewalk.
Everyone saw me and gasped. I guessed they were suprised by how I looked or that I made a fashion goof.
Sighing, I continued my way to the office, fighting tears the whole way.

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Trying to find the LP and projector that goes with the following film can:

Can is just shy of 2" in diameter, 1.5" high. Was polished steel when new.
Round, olive-drab label on top, with gold/beige (centered) lettering, reads:
FORD
DIVISION
Ford Motor Co.
_________

"THE RIDE"
(Demonstrating)
VOL.50 NC- 5 (R)
(Revised Jan. 1956)

A legend wraps circumferentially from 9 o’clock position to 3 o’clock,
reading:
PRODUCED BY WILDING PICTURE PRODUCTIONS INC.

Film is approx. 1 3/8" wide. B&W
There is an LP record, or a written script, that should accompany this.
Wilding seems to have been one of the biggest of the industrial and educational film shops, along with Jam Handy in Detroit.