Analysis Of The Glass Hill

Once one got nearer, the archway opened up until one could see the whole front of the house in a somehow eerie way. Around the windows grew ivy and creepers, twisting their way up to the roof in a claw like fashion. The windows

The Glass Castle was a symbol of hope for all of the children, they counted on it for their future; when it was forgotten about by their dad, the hope of a better future faded away along with the hope they had in their father.

In The Glass Castle, Jeannette Walls recounts her childhood by describing the turbulent, sometimes strenuous circumstances she experienced each time her family moved from town to town in search of a new life. At each new school, Jeanette and her siblings struggle to find peace with their judgmental classmates and become victims of bullying several times. With little help from their irresponsible parents, the Walls children turn to each other, and they resolve to support each other through their countless conflicts at home and at school. Jeannette’s parents, Rose Mary and Rex Walls, take pride in their children but often fail to properly raise them; even though Rex hopes to become wealthy and eventually build a beautiful castle made of glass,

Some small trees are toward the top, growing out from the cracks in the side of the wall, they defy the comforts that the ground may bring. As the the path starts to decline, it begins shifting toward the direction of the valley. Running water can be heard, flowing in a manner of constant control and power, slowing only at certain times of the seasons. To the left, a waterfall can be partially seen roaring with a vigorous energy, cascading down the rock, plummeting into a shallow pool of water. The pool attempts to engulf three large boulders sitting on the outskirts, only able to claim their undersides. Further, a bridge comes into view, standing proud, with a solid construction of rock and mortar. On each side it offers a wall, both of which rise to protect from the drop below, with the left side forming a connection to the stone wall that preceded them. The path continues on, its convex shape of smooth stone created, suspended in the air. It finds little to care about the stream below, which meekly runs off to connect to the main pool. As the waterfall finds itself in full view, it is proudly able to show off the full might it possesses. Continuing, the path soon finds itself at the beginning of a new set of stairs. The stairs are a bit more deteriorated and uneven, showing lots of cracks and moss. They hug around a corner of exposed rock with a smaller, aging stone wall built to its right side. The stone wall, built mostly by a past construction, was

Upon looking outside, I found myself facing a horrific and terrifying view of the garden. It felt like as if you have become a part of some horror movie. The clouds were covering the moon and wasn’t letting the light pass through making it pitch black and scary. The constant transformation of the clouds into unusual shapes make the night even more frightening. The stone pathway leads to the ghastly garden of misery. The paths take you to every grim corner of the garden. The dried up plants and the trees give the image as if their souls have been taken away from them and left them to rot here. The mysterious light breaking free from the clutches of the shape changing mists cast dreadful shadows all over the garden. The light falling on the

Our task - to find the key from the door and escape. However, this will not end our adventure. Sinister complex in which we found ourselves, just huge. It is full of deadly traps and ghouls who want to eat you.

I walked up to the door and opened it and walked out with my eyes closed. Then I opened them sunlght hiting my eyes blinding me. As I look away, I see the land it nothing but ruins of the old world now just covered with dust and dirt. It's been weeks since I seen a friendly person it's geting dark, there was a house in the ruins. I guess it's a good place to stay so I walked up to the house walls, and looked for the door then I found it was locked. Time to look for a key but did not find one. So I took the raider way in by running into the door like a boss. So I backed up and ran into the door. The door fell with me on it, it hurt but still got up I was in the living room it was dirty some of the chairs were old and falling

The floorboards creaked and groaned beneath me as I stumbled through the door to this house that sat on the edge of town. It had lain forlorn for at least a year now, a curtain of moss and debris littered the lawn and porch, the interior of the house was surprisingly in good shape, victorian-era furniture covered by a veil of dust sat by the grand fireplace, the kitchen still had appliances such as a stove, fridge, and microwave. In a place like this, you would think that someone would have broken in and took this stuff to sell or pawn. I walk slowly up the grand staircase, praying that the floorboards wouldn’t crumble beneath me as I trekked to the top. I finally reach the top and let out a sigh of relief, my breath fogs in front of me and

As visitors approach one of the most beautiful inns in North Carolina they will be serenaded by the rhythmic thumping of the tires as they cross each cobblestone. The inn is like a massive wall of rocks that looks to be touching the blue sky. The red tile roof looks like a red cloud sitting atop this castle of rocks. These rocks were placed over one hundred years ago and still stand in their exact spot. From the parking area you can almost imagine the horse drawn wagons that had worked so hard to pull these massive boulders up to this very spot. You can see all the hard work that had went into clearing this mountain side for the inn to begin construction in the year 1912. If you listen very close you can just hear its

Like the other building’s metal gate, it served it literal purpose of protection, but also its metaphorical of an atheistic painting. Balmy Alley, a tourist attraction for many displays all different types and kinds of murals with bright colors creating their artistic designs. This building’s mural has different shades of pink, purple, and white that appeal more to the eye. It geometric pattern gave it more of a chic look, but in all truthfulness, the mural was meaningless. Like the other murals the color pattern was quite bright and gave the building that liveliness in color that made it pop, but there was no clear message to what it was trying to portray. Their wood, if it is wood, was in blue not in different shades of brown. The stairs don’t look like if they are going to give out at any minute. When you look at them it does make me wonder what lead to these two buildings to meet each other face to

Around the beginning of the story, the narrator skimmed over the house and noticed the excessive antiquity of the building; however, he realized the true inconsistency of the apparently perfect adaptation of parts and the crumbling of each individual stone. As the narrator observed the building more closely he spotted a barely noticeable fissure that ran from the roof of the building down to the waters if the

As mentioned earlier, since young, I have always sought to receive recognition from my parents. However, as I mature and grown throughout the years, I begin to realize more demands for self-esteem needs. During the year when I hit puberty, I was going through a tough period of time because I felt incompetent compared to my peers. Although I have an outstanding academic performance, I was not appreciated in my peer group. Consequently, I did not exude any confidence. Because “pleasing your peers” has been something people do to survive in a social environment, I felt the need to conform to that. Not only do I want to excel in my achievements, I yearn to obtain my friend’s recognition and feel accepted. I remembered clearly in eight grade when I received the highest IB grade among the whole high school department and collected a grand award for my accomplishments, I did not feel proud at all. Because my achievements did not make my friends accept and appreciate me. As a result, I still felt discouraged, weak and inferior. I realized how self-esteem needs have played a big role in my life. It seems like the need for respect from others and self-respect correlates with each other in some ways. I desired my peers to notice me so that I

One of the most used materials in human history is glass or more specifically silicate glass. Although some types of glasses are called crystal glass, glass is actually an amorphous solid and does not have a crystal structure. It is used in all walks of life ranging from homes to automobiles to laboratories. Historically, the one of the first types of glass that was used by humans to make tools and weapons was the volcanic glass known as obsidian. As for manmade glass, the earliest accounts date back to 5000 BC in the middle east. Primitive methods of glass making were used until about 100BC, when glassblowing was believed to be discovered. This discovery made glass products popular in the Roman Empire since the development of glassblowing allowed glass production to be more efficient and thus less expensive. As the centuries went on more techniques were developed which eventually lead to glass products being widespread. This paper will discuss some of the methods of glass production throughout history, the types of silicate glass, and the different ways that glass can be colored.

One day, I asked myself a question: Who I am and how I become who I am? I take art classes, instrument class, basketball class afterschool even though I have never liked them; I skip class in the university to go shopping with my roommate; I am on a strict diet through the whole semester to lose 30 pounds; I study hard to become one of the top students; I stay humble and helpful both inside and outside of the classroom; I join student council and many student clubs at college; I am punctual at work. To be honest, I don’t enjoy every single thing I do, however, I do it anyway to please my peers, gain their acceptance, and maintain my popularity. After so many years, these things have become part of me and shaped who I am at some point. We as human beings live in the society through interactions with peers, and peer pressure has a great impact on us, negatively or positively.

Light comes from a small window set high in the facade. Something wonderful is shining there, gentle and friendly. As you walk around the tower, you see an open door. You go inside, where a broad, winding staircase greets you. Each step, each stone is familiar.