Romeo And Juliet: Personal Narrative

Juliet, First, I wanted to apologize if I came off flippant with my answers. Unlike my sister I have very little experience dealing with court issues. Last evening I was thinking about the question "How is your relationship with your sister?". I felt the need to explain my answer. In the past years things were fine until there was a falling out with our parents. The problem with this was she would cause problems between my mom and dad. But I'm sure that you are aware of the issues this caused

precise; but wrong. Where am I? “Juliet!” I call out. “I’m here Mercutio,” Juliet waves back. “Tybalt, Romeo, and Benvolio are all near me. Don’t worry.” “Mercutio!” Tybalt cries out and we embrace. “Oh no, oh no; we’ve been abducted. Oh dear,” Romeo keeps mumbling. “Shut up Romeo,” Benvolio groans as he rubs his temples. “Oh thank heavens, we’re all here,” Juliet says. “Yes, but where are we?” I ask. “Well it’s very hot in here, almost like a scorching fire.” Juliet points out. “Quite right,” I reply

right. Yes,” the professor said absentmindedly. “I’d like you all to write a three to five page paper on Romeo and Juliet. If any of you turn in a high school typical paper, you’re going to fail. I’m not going to tell you what to write about, but I expect some real thinking and

Juliet, First I wanted to apologize if I came off flippant with my answers. Unlike my sister I have very little experience dealing with court issues. Last evening I was thinking about the question "How is your relationship with your sister?". I felt the need to explain my answer. In the past years things were fine until there was a falling out with our parents. The problem with this was she would cause problems between my mom and dad. But I'm sure that you are aware of the issues this caused

Juliet. Hey how is the game going? Romeo. Hey, I didn’t know you went to my school. Juliet. No I don’t, I go to Notre Dame. So how is the game going? Romeo. Pretty good, we are only one point ahead of them though. The only reason we have been ahead is because The coach hasn’t taken me out of the game yet. Juliet. Aren’t you tired? How can you do that without passing out? I can’t even run 1 mile without being so tired. Romeo. Wait, what are you doing here? I thought you left for Maine

felt it was time to get up, I walked to the mirror and flipped it around so I could no longer see that awful reflection. I grabbed my bag and put everything I needed into it: my charger, my notebook, two black pens, my camera and it's charger, Romeo and Juliet (my favorite book), toothbrush, hairbrush, deodorant, cigarettes and a lighter, and my wallet. I quickly hopped in and out of the shower, knowing that at any moment my family could awaken. I slipped on my favorite pair of leggings and stuffed

be careful because it could end in very bad ways. bad things happen like in Romeo and Juliet, All of their intentions were good but things happened. “This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die”(Line 183 of Romeo and Juliet) says Juliet before she stabs herself with the Romeos dagger because she saw her beloved was dead because he thought she was dead and In the end they both passed. In this scene, it shows younger juliet (13) not able to make the right decisions at the moment because she was caught

to her and explained the plan,     “Romeo will have no choice but to go to the party: I’ll make him have a dream!”     “What’ll that do?”     “I’ll convince him that although he is very sad, he will be denying our wishes if he does not go.”     “That’s not nice,” Sister said, looking up at Brother, “What if he doesn’t want to go?”     “But He, that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen!” (1.4.112-113), Brother spoke through Romeo. “See? Now he’ll come, it’s inevitable

bedroom door, which was being pounded by someone on the other side. It seemed like someone was trying to open it. In alarm, I got up and quickly made my way towards the door, immediately remembering that I had locked it last night. What a smart move, Juliet. I internally slapped myself as my eyes skimmed the room and landed on the keys on my nightstand. Another scream then “Jacklyn!” My mother yelled in panic from the other side of the door. I heaved a sigh of frustration as I reached for the golden

most beautiful girl in middle school. A girl who seemed to carry all the good virtue of another day, hot as the summer’s day and cold as the summer's eve. And I was determined. I would be a Mortimer to her Eliane, a Jack to her Rose and The Romeo to her Juliet; I watched way too much romantic movies for a young teen. I set to ask her out one day. I got myself all hyped up, just as Theodore Roosevelt did when he charged up San Juan hill, and became the hero of america. “CHARGE”. I stopped myself.