Personal Narrative: My Kid

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. The brick barracks were not the only living quarters inside of the death camp.

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.

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). His cabin along with some of his furniture were crafted from his own labor, the reason being that he finds it simple and natural to be self sufficient. Here Thoreau expands on the importance of self sufficiency, “Who knows but if men constructed their dwellings with their own hands, and provided food for themselves and families simply and honestly enough, the poetic faculty would be universally developed. . .

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

The ships were massive but everything inside was compact and tight, most of the hallways were less than two people

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. Our English teacher Mr. Peterson let us read an eight pages article and wrote three paragraphs journal about our opinions.

I hadn 't joined any of the teams and because of that I was looked down upon by upperclassmen and others who had joined those teams. In the period I was in, almost every freshman would grow up to be great leaders for our school and for the JROTC program. As for me I could care less and decided only on passing my classes and didn 't care about being active in my school and for that I hadn 't made much friends in the JROTC program almost like an outcast, but that also went for any other kid

Each window is outfitted with the mesh wiring throughout. It would seem Haviland was prepared for anything. Maybe these rounded ceiling were another way to keep the criminals inside the prison. With curved ceiling such as these there is no way for someone to escape through the window, which just so happens to be reinforced, just in case. With ceiling as high as these a comforting warmth is hard to find.

Cati Nelson, she is from Joliet Illionis, born November fourteeth. She atteneded Joleit West high school. For Cati, high school was not her thing, she actually hated it. The reason why she hated it because people were too immature for her level of mature. Cati grew up with a Stiffed- neck background.

My first three years of school I did not get good grades and got held back. After second grade, I became a good student. I put in more effort and became one of the top students in my class. I cared about how I performed in school. Before I got an interest in reading my education was not off to a great start.

The slab doesn’t look like much, it is almost four feet long and