A Girl Sat By Herself At A Dirty Lunch Table

Whenever people change their behavior, views, and attitudes to meet the views or attitudes of another they are conforming. In the short story, “St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves”, by Karen Russell, conformity is shown in the eyes of these wolf-girls and the experiences they have to go through. Conforming to society for these wolf-girls happens in many different ways. Society forces many individuals to conform and fit in to the social hierarchy ultimately making them lose their true identity.

Ray Bradbury shows us that people with a difference are ostracised and hated with the example of how the children treat Margot differently for being different to them. He explains by using contrasting sensory imagery just how much just the way that a person acts can make them look different to everyone else and how much they stand out in a crowd. He is also implying to us that just because someone is different it doesn’t mean we have to exclude them just because that’s what normally happens because you might just cost them the joy for the next seven years to

Because I remain alienated from the rest of the other students who walk, I became a target of the daunting school bus. Even though the pupils on the bus and I settle in the same town, people of white-skin receive a bus while others take a dreadful course to school. In addition to the social unjust blacks endure, the school bus harasses people of my skin color. On multiple occasions, racial slurs and derogatory messages would be directed at me as the bus passes. The desire to take revenge on the bus grew every day as the harassment continued, but the punishment that would follow the actions taken upon the bus would be severe. However, after a plethora of malicious events have been purposely done to African Americans such as myself, a plea of action was necessary. At the onset of the following morning, the children of my family and I decided to put an end to the intimidation the bus put on us. Although our mother would look down upon this action, we decided to dig a trench to put the bus in its place: the dirt. After we took revenge on the bus, persecution toward race halted. Since my entire family unified under one cause, we were able to overcome this problem despite the community's prejudice against people of black

As the screeching that covered up the lady’s probable swearing, that no 13-year-old should hear, came to an end and the dust settled on the ground, the lady and the bus driver stood in a duel. Hand twitching as if reaching for an invisible gun. Yelling insults like, “Warthog” or “Bird-brain” at each other like a ping-pong match. All I could do was watch as the two people just glared daggers at each other. And this all started, because I wasn’t paying attention.

Her resolve was eroded away by constant verbal harassment. She was told again and again to give up, and just behave like how a girl suppose to. In the end she finally gave in, and even stated, “I guess I really am just a girl”. (Munro 44) This story is an example that with enough influence, a child can be forced to conform to gender roles.

Seth sat silently in the back seat of his mom’s car. He had been staring out the window since 9:00 this morning for the past 10 hours he had been in the car. His mom had frequently been checking on him through the rearview mirror, but he didn’t blame her. He knew that she was worried about him. After all, until 3 months ago she had been in the same state of mind he was right now, so he knew that she understood what he felt like. On some levels anyway. She couldn’t fully understand what he was going through since she hadn’t been the one to cause the problems. Yet here they were, making the annual trip to Seth’s grandparents house the only difference was the were a man short this year. Their home was in Minnesota only 5 miles south of the Canadian border and in the middle of nowhere. It took the police 50 minutes to get there and there were only a few people that shared lake Kabetogama with them.

She did not have time to discover herself through her role. The girl’s stories began to change with the influence of her body and peers, “...things would change around, and instead, somebody would be rescuing me. It might be a boy from our class at school, or even Mr. Campbell, our teacher, who tickled

“Beep, Beep, Beep” goes Amanda Newell’s alarm clock. Groggily, she looked at her clock and jumped right out of bed. It was 8:30, the bus comes at 8:40, she would never board the bus on time! Amanda put on her school uniform, ate breakfast, and brushed her teeth as fast as she could but she was too late. When she was running down her driveway, she saw the bus driving away. With no choice left, she was running down the sidewalk going as fast as her legs would take her. Consequently, she was not looking down and tripped over a branch. She crashed onto the ground and saw a massive bloody bruise forming on her knee. She said, “Darn it, my Mom is going to kill me!” Not knowing later that her mom’s disapproval of her bruise was the least of her problems.

The fourth chapter of Amy Tan’s Joy Luck Club, “The Moon Lady”, illustrates two themes significant in most people’s lives. Staying inside the social norm can be pretty hard and straying outside of it leads to getting some pretty strange looks. Sometimes trying to be standard makes people different than they really are. Then they become unidentifiable to others. The themes in “The Moon Lady” connect to each other: Ignoring social conventions leads to being treated as an outcast and not everyone is who you believe they are.

She found herself trapped in her own home with the two people she hated, who had been waiting for her to arrive. She quickly walked down the stairs without saying a word to her parents. She finally emerged from her grey painted room to see them sitting on the coach with a pair of boxers on the table. Last week Anzlee had Sawyer, who is Anzlee´s boyfriend, and a couple of her friends over. A small get together you could call it, with alcohol, drugs and movies. Turns out she failed to clean up everything. Anzlee had forgotten to look under her bed. Such a rookie mistake, that will now cost her everything. She sat down in a chair across from her parents and cleared her brain. She sat there ignoring everything they were saying, she didn't care. As she sat there hearing nothing her parents were screaming their heads off. ¨ Anzlee what the hell were you thinking? Sleeping with a boy, under our roof . in our household!¨ she continued to sit there with a look of annoyance on her face. ¨you need to get your *** together, you don't do anything for this family, your grades are horrible, you dress like you should be standing on the corner, what do you even have going for yourself

“Maddison thought to herself “why did it have to be this way? Why couldn’t I just have a normal life?” She walked in on her drunken father beating her mother to death. Her mother Madeline looked so helpless. Fear was all you could see in her eyes. She silently mouthed “ I love you and I’ll always watch over you” to her daughter. Madeline knew her time was coming. Maddison knew what her mom was thinking and it made her body fill with rage, hurt, and anger. She left the scene and went to the place her mother told her to go if this happened again.

it was to the point ot where Kate couldn’t sit still for more than 20 minutes into class, She would always lose her attention, she had outrages outburst, and a few anger issues. The kids did nothing to laugh and call her names. Going home crying herself to sleep every night Kate only wished to be normal. But finally she found a method to keep her under control and by that time Kate loved going to school, making new friends and being around people. Not once did she give up on what she believed

The stinging sensation of her fresh acrylic nails clawing at my, then, scarred face. “Why are you always causing trouble”, she asked, implying that I was responsible for the injunction against her only son. Fearful, I remained quiet and still. Pending my response, she approached me and spoke. “Whatever it is, I will understand”, she stated, fearing the worst. Frantically, I spelled out the word assault. “He assaulted me”, I finally admitted. “I understand that it may be difficult to understand but it happened, and I need closure. He deserves to deal with the consequences of his actions.” I uttered. Feeling defeated, she disappeared into the hallway. Both she and I knew that he was wrong. We both know that justice needed to be sought, with or without support. And so, I sought justice.

I had just torn open the wrapper of a granola bar and started munching when; I looked up to notice a girl who had come walking into the cafeteria fashionably late after the bell had already rung. She was dressed almost entirely in black except for the few pieces of silver that lined her belt, and the reddish eye shadow she wore a little too thick. Her hair was of a light auburn and her skin was flawless albeit somewhat pale. As she made her way across the room, she seemed to float in her stride like she rode on a cloud-of-confidence that kept her

There is a girl, called Caitlyn at the age of 9. She was born in California and raised in Seattle. Her mom and dad are both Chinese. Caitlyn and her family live in the town in Seattle called Lynnwood. She is a smart girl, and she has good grades. However, she has eye problems, so she can’t see well. Her grandfather kept telling her to wear glasses, but she just chose not to wear them. Undoubtedly, there was something special about Caitlyn, every time when she doesn’t like something her stomach hurt. For example, she really hates Physical Education class, especially when they have to play games and running, when is time for Physical Education class she always has stomach ache for no reason just because she don’t like something. One day, her mom looks at her English test score and ask her how could you get 98% if you have eye problems and you couldn’t see well. She scolds Caitlyn angrily, “You are cheating on your test, I would have to tell your teacher.” Caitlyn started crying and she said sadly, “No Mom, I didn’t cheat on my test, even I can’t see well I still can use my nose to smell things.” Her Grandfather came up and talk