Essay on A Girl Named Paige

One’s character subconsciously influences her actions so her behaviours towards others reflects one’s character. In” Valentine’s Day” by Stuart McLean, the protagonist Stephanie enjoys and suffers from romances at her school, and her reactions to other characters reveal her self-conscious, simple, and easygoing character.

She was a shy girl, stayed at home, did the same activities daily and didn’t want to be in that town. In paragraph 1 she says over a year I have sat stooped around the hose, to the store and church feeling dirty and edible.

The main character’s self-esteem flags at every turn. She’ll never be the debutant nor will she ever ride English. She’ll always have the proverbial ringlets in her hair, and the disgusting cattle will forever mark her psyche (Meloy 175). She gauges her self-worth by the response to and comparison with others. Such as the sparkle in her cowboy’s eyes when she twirls her rainbow fingers, or her joy at his desire, and the quiet insecurity at her rival, Lacey’s more impulsive ways. So she tells herself, Andy won’t keep a girl like Lacey. Yet her reasoning seems as shallow as the man she wants so desperately, as she offers no real reason for her assertion (Meloy 174).

Though its primary function is usually plot driven--as a source of humor and a means to effect changes in characters through disguise and deception—cross dressing is also a sociological motif involving gendered play. My earlier essay on the use of the motif in Shakespeare's plays pointed out that cross dressing has been discussed as a symptom of "a radical discontinuity in the meaning of the family" (Belsey 178), as cul-tural anxiety over the destabilization of the social hierarchy (Baker, Howard, Garber), as the means for a woman to be assertive without arousing hostility (Claiborne Park), and as homoerotic arousal (Jardine). This variety of interpretations suggests the multivoiced character of the motif, but

Melinda Sordino was just a young teenage girl trying to have some fun. Now, she is loathed by afar for something nobody understands. During a summer party, Melinda drunkenly fumbled for the phone and dialed the cops. As she enters her freshman year of high school, her friends refuse to talk to her, and she escapes into the dark forests of her mind. “I am Outcast” (Anderson 4). But something about that party was not right. Something she tried not to relive but to forget. “I have worked so hard to forget every second of that stupid party, and here I am in the middle of a hostile crowd that hates me for what I had to do. I can’t tell them what really happened. I can’t even look at that part of myself” (Anderson 28). Depression is a

Even her old friends are not even cordial with her because of an incident that happened at a party.“Her eyes meet mine for a second.”I hate you,” she mouths silently. She turns her back and laughs with her friends” (5). Despite all the negativity that is going on with her old friends, Melinda finally finds a friend that makes her feel like she belongs again but once again, another friendship dies right along with Melinda’s hope of feeling normal again. “You don’t like anything. You are the most depressed person I ever met, and excuse me for saying this, but you are no fun to be around and you need professional help. (105). After the only friends that she has breaks her heart, the thought that Melinda is alone in this world finally hits her and she just wants to curl up in a ball. Melinda’s depression takes over her social skills and she just shuts down.

It was lunchtime. She is sitting by herself, around six, maybe seven months pregnant, belly showing. She's staring at her food, and no one seems to talk to her, she doesn’t feel like talking either. Everyone who passed by just looked at her, whispered, or looked the other way. She recognizes me sitting with my group of friends and waves hello, I wave back.

Her enthusiasm lasted till lunchtime, fading only when no one came forward to talk to her, to tell her how beautiful she looked that day, to apologize, perhaps, for the late-night phone call. She is so desperate to know who it was. For her this is one in a billion of amazing things that happen to her. Today would be no different at all, she realized. It was just as if nothing had ever happened. What if it never happens again? Thinking to herself she thought that maybe she was sick and this was all just a dream. No one could ever like someone like her, I mean she wasn’t the prettiest and she didn’t have the “perfect

A journey is a long and often difficult process of personal change and development. Throughout the novel The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd, the main character, Lily Owens goes on a summer-long journey to find the truth along with her true self. She learns an extensive amount of lessons throughout her experiences with the things and people surrounding her. Kidd exemplifies Lily’s changes through the use of a metaphor comparing love to fire, a reflection to show her thoughts of anger and imagery to describe May after her suicide, to illustrate the quintessential identity Lily has been searching for.

I quickly run to her and put my hand on her back. I look her in the eyes. There blankly starring ahead at something. Searching the air in front of us, as if there was a picture there. People around us start to stare, luckily her hoodie is somehow still up.

Phoebe and Micah have much in common with many historical figures. Phoebe for example, is very similar to Vera Rubin, Amelia Earhart, and Frida Kahlo. Micah shares many traits with Maximilian Kolbe, Miley Cyrus, and Stephen Colbert.

She walks home alone -- a bit tipsy from a friend’s birthday party. She hears a low grumble in a nearby alley. Twinkling, golden eyes watch her from the darkness.

Jasmine Johnson and I started our journey as friends back in 2014. Our families joined together in church fellowship which opened the door to a greater bond between us. From the first conversation we’ve shared until now, I’ve been blessed to capture her passion for cooking; the creativity, beauty and essence Jasmine harnesses.

When first assigned to attend the theatre, I was immediately driven to see a classic, a broadway production that constantly had critics raving. If it hadn’t been for my mother, too, I would have seen one of those generic musicals like “Wicked” or “The Lion King”, and written a standard, run-of-the-mill response of how it had either exceeded my expectations or was a disappointment given its success. No, instead, my parents and I were meandering around Piccadilly Circus in London when my mother wandered off only to return with three tickets to “Gypsy” starring Imelda Staunton, better known by her on-screen portrayal of Professor Umbridge in the “Harry Potter” series. Only in town for one more night, I was pessimistic that this would be the show that defined the trip, and I’d be forced to write a reflection that unveiled my cynicism.

“At least she has gone to a better place.” Stephanie whispered to herself. As Stephanie wiped a tear of her face, she spotted Lila huddled up in the corner weeping her heart out. Stephanie knew that Amanda was Lila’s cousin, but she was too afraid to say anything. If she was caught talking to someone like Lila, her social status would be ruined! It would make her from the most popular girl to the 37 millionth popular girl. She can’t do that to herself...can she? She had to do what was right. She couldn’t let Lila suffer in silence. She had to be there for her. After all, that is pretty much the only thing they had in common.