Personal Narrative: My Kid

Straw stuffed mattresses that lay on the floor served as the only furniture in the buildings. Later on in their never ending stay, three level bunks were added to each building, each of which was meant to hold three people per bunk. That luxury was unseen due to the fact that up to as many as five or six stayed in each. The latrines were composed of 22 toilets, urinals, and sinks. With over seven-hundred individuals sharing that cramped space in each building it is very clear to see why the spread of disease was a consistent problem.

And I’ve pulled off most of the paper, so you can’t put me back!” (147). By losing her mind, she finally escaped the “cage” of her everyday life and the boredom of the not doing anything. By pulling of the paper, her sanity was truly lost and she can never be the same

Her life force was “violently extinguished” to represent a flame kept burning, but now gone (147). She is left in the dust, the bottom of the American dream with broken lips because she choked. Her passion to move up in the world, her life was forced to stay in her for so long that it had to fight its way out of Myrtle’s corpse. All her ambitions and dreams of escaping the dreary Valley of Ashes is gone. The worst part is that this event does not even matter in the grand scheme of anybody important.

Freshman year, total paranoia, I had no idea what expect and thought everyone hated me. I set myself up for failure daily. Here I was, just some five foot eight kid with short hair and a stocky build, I wasn’t lean and muscular like most of my class or most of the people above me. I didn’t know where I belonged or where I really wanted to go with my high school career. My only friends were juniors, and they were really my brother’s friends.

The story starts as every worthwhile story starts: with a woman. The air was stagnant, hanging heavy over the city like a wet, wool blanket over a dying body. Shadows lengthened in the tiny office as the sun slipped behind the highrises. The ceiling fan whirred overhead, off balance from the missing blade. Papers fluttered on the desk, the soft rift the only sound against the ever-present hum.

It had the similar ambiance and construction to a movie theatre entrance, with concessions and a ticket booth that led you towards the main room. Although the main room was very small and dark, it was a sight for sore eyes after what I had seen to get here. The small stage was the main focus of the room, as all tables were directly facing it. Each table had a dimly lit candle centered on it as well as a red table cloth. The blue focus lighting on the stage allowed me to see the set up of instruments, a drum set, piano, string bass, and a two saxophones ready to be played.

His house was only, “[T]en feet wide by fifteen long . . . with a garret and a closet, a large window on each side, two trap doors, one door at the end, and a brick fireplace opposite” (41). Although, Thoreau's cabin is small, it is more than sufficient to hold his meager possessions: “My furniture consisted of a bed, a table, a desk, three chairs, a looking-glass three inches in diameter, a pair of tongs and andirons, a kettle, a skillet, and a frying-pan, a dipper, a wash-bowl, two knives and forks, three plates, one cup, one spoon, a jug for oil, a jug for molasses, and a japanned lamp” (56).

Angle maintains vision in areas and blocks them to others (east vision is blocked). The fourth transition is on the first floor leading to the housekeepers’ room. A balcony on the floor above (which happens to be Truus Schroder’s bedroom shadows this area. The fifth and final area is a vertical shaft that lets in skylight from the roof all the way through the ground floor. This vertical system illuminates a large portion of the area, as well as creates dramatic double height

I was able to go inside one of the ships walk around the whole ship, seeing the soldiers bunks and tight living quarters. The ships were massive but everything inside was compact and tight, most of the hallways were less than two people

Why I describe that period time as a torture? The reason was I suffered school-bulling and teasing in the first month. At that time, my English was very poor, so I can barely write a few short paragraphs and read some short article. Also, I was shy, and very scared to talk to people. That was the first month in my high school, in a Language and Arts class.