Perceval's Home-Personal Narrative

Everything had began magnificently the day I attended the renaissance fair. It was the first time I’d ever been to any festival of the sort, and the air was full of magic. At exactly 10:30 in the morning, the ceremony began. The King and Queen presented themselves atop the castle’s balcony to address their people. As the beautiful royals welcomed us into their kingdom, my heart beat erratically, and I crossed the threshold with my breath held. There were so many events that I wanted to see, and activities I wanted to try; I couldn’t wait to get inside. I wasn’t just an ordinary guest, however, I had a job to do. Carrying my instrument lightly with one hand, dressed as a princess and feeling important, I walked proudly through the bustling

“What is this?” He asked Hector slowly, examining his hand with the new piece of jewelry attached to it “what does it do?”

She once wished to disappear, but her peers showed her the idea of the average American teenager. Jeanne fell into their world, changing herself and the way she dressed. Her conservative clothes disappeared, and were replaced by gaudy clothing that became a distraction from her heritage. Papa became outraged when he found out that Jeanne had been voted carnival princess at her new school. She barely won the vote, only after confronting teachers that stuffed the ballot box because they wanted Jeanne to lose. For her coronation night, Jeanne found a dress that was traditional and elegant. When she arrived that evening, her fellow contestants taunted Jeanne, making demeaning comments about her dress. One girl in particular was especially mean, ““The high neck,” she explained, studying my dress. “You look so… sedate. Just perfect for a queen.” As the other girls arrived, she made sure they all agreed with this. “Don’t you wish you’d thought of it,” she would say. And then to me, during a silence she felt obliged to fill, “I just love Chinese food.”” (Manzanar 180). The way that Lois Carson spoke to her reeked with sarcasm and made Jeanne feel like she didn’t belong with the other

Though Madame Pernelle is a grouchy old lady who makes extremely uncouth remarks, her comments indicate that she has a strong sense of seniority and has the freedom to speak as she pleases. The maid, Dorine, demonstrates the power of defiance when she questions the motives of her boss as well as his daughter. She illustrates a strong fervent character who defies authority to obtain it. Lastly, Elmire reveals the influence of sharp thinking and women’s control in a marriage. Moliere’ has given us a feminist play where women ,that men and women can relate to, deal with modern problems in an 18th century time frame such as adjusting to change with the Madame Pernelle, dealing with inferiority with Dorine, and fighting for influence and trust in one’s spouse with Elmire. Though men have their parts in this play, the women most definitely step up to stimulate the action and prove that their influence is equal to men’s

The inn keeper's parlor was the best in town, they told her. His wife was wearing a heavy dress, adorned with lace and a massive broach that she raised a plump hand to touch, as if to be certain it was still there. They spoke of the massive rug, bought from Paris, and the finely crafted furniture they all sat upon. The preacher listened quietly, smiling as though their vanity wasn't a sin, while Mrs. Hartford eyed the dress with longing. Della thought that the dress was tasteless. The lace was poorly made, and the line of the bodice wasn't flattering. The fabric was an odd shade between blue and green, and the woman inside it was far less appealing. She didn't bother to mention that her own parlor had been filled with crystal, and priceless art her father had collected around the world. She didn't mention that her toys had cost more than Mrs. Johnson's gowns, or that she was mispronouncing the tea they'd been served. Not to be kind, not to be deceptive, but because did not matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. She'd given up that life to marry Ben, given up her family, given up her home and her gowns and her education.

Already hearing the Mr.Beaufort raising his voice at Mrs.Struthers asking where the Countess was, Ellen Olenska knocked on the door with compunction. Mrs.Struthers answered the door and was already slightly intoxicated. Mrs.Struthers pushed her in and Ellen was immediately engulfed by the grandeur of Mrs.Struthers’ party. Massive chandeliers hung low from the ceiling, live music surrounded the house, and luxurious food was being enjoyed by Mrs.Struther’s party guests: the Duke and Mr.Beaufort. They offered her a seat and she declined, but Mr.Beaufort was importunate, and so she sat. After Mrs.Struthers’ servants gave Ellen her elegant food and a drink, they immediately plunged into conversation about the social codes and customs of this “close-minded”

On August 18, 2015, I accompanied my mother to UCLA Santa Monica Emergency Dept. Her name is Lourdes Chirinos, she's currently being treated by Doctor Perter Vezeridis.

Perceval cleared his throat and did his best to change the direction of the conversation. He didn’t want the mood to turn somber. “It all happened ages ago. I’ve done a good deal of traveling and have had lots of adventures, so life’s been kind to me

Young ladies and gentlemen began to dance and swirl around the center of the ball room while Karolina and her friend were approached by two distinguished ladies. They made their introductions and inquired about Karolina, for they recognized Anna and her husband. They observed Karolina’s simple hairstyle and lack of jewelry. Anna proudly explained to them she was a friend from the Grand Duchy of Baden and described the wedding of Princess Marie both attended back in Mannheim. The two women were suitably impressed as Anna described the members of royalty they had seen. After they left, Anna squeezed Karolina’s hand and mouthed the words “Thank you” to her as other women slowly came up to both them.

The day’s fine drizzle had broken and the sun gleamed on the cold, sodden village with its mud-slicked square and dark-stained wooden and clay buildings. Alyn remained in his battered and dented mail and plate, with a thin and billowy pale surcoat belted above in addition to sword and dagger which he had also borrowed from Lord Porter for the occasion. Rose had conjured up yet another dress, bright white and of thick, sturdy weave with a high

The crowd parted, but just enough for the knights to squeeze by and make it to the castle path on foot. Perceval dismounted, patted Aethon—knowing he was in good hands—then raced uphill with Gawain, Ulrich, and Lionel right on his heels.

“That’s great!” said the drunk knight from his supine position on the floor. “Can you teach me? That would be quite the lesson.”

“Now she is placing the rhinestone tiara on her head before the mirror of the dressing-table and murmuring excitedly as if to a group of spectral admirers” (Williams 1226).

For an instant, with his best mate planted on his lap, Perceval wondered if Gawain had gone mad. It took him a moment to realize Gawain was trying to save him from Elora’s attention and prevent Joan from getting upset. While Perceval hardly enjoyed being the center of attention, he played along.

“I can't wait to drag your sorry arses to the dungeons,” growled Gawain, his knee jammed into one offender's back. “My stew's cold now and it's your fault!” The man finally