The Glass Menagerie-Personal Narrative

“Ladies and gentleman, I would like to welcome you to the House of Horrors!” The man in the red, striped top hat greeted the 8th-grade classes of Burdick. The man seemed to be one of those ringleaders in circus, but more…… Psychotic?

My home town, where I grew up at, and where I am at now. These three characters link to the three different houses.

My Glass Castle essay is a flashback to the beginning of my adventures in Honors English. As such, it is the most suitable candidate for revision, as I will be able to observe my hopefully positive progression made over the course of the entire school year.

Cue the opening scene: A young girl sitting too close to the television set staring at a fuzzy VHS copy of Rear Window in a room full of vintage videos tapes and outdated floral wallpaper. The little girl is eight year old me, and the room is my grandparents’ home movie theater. I admit I was slightly romanticized by the grainy picture quality in a way that was indescribable; hypnotic would be the closest description of the unearthly feeling that submersed me.

“Nah, you know, Josh, I’m not all that into just staying here.” She gave the impression that she wanted to go.

Heavy raindrops spilled from the gray clouds above and people were scattering in all directions. I remember tightly clenching my mother's wrist out of self-assurance as we continuously bumped into frustrated strangers. "Let's wait this storm out in the local library," she had told me in between shivers. At the craziness of the moment, I wasn't sure if her decision was due to home being five blocks away or my nonstop complaints. I wanted to ask what a library was, but I figured that my question would just add to my mother's stress and annoyance. We stopped before the doors of a typical building that displayed the following words in huge yellow print: "Welcome to the Brooklyn Public Library." I specifically recall breathing a sigh of relief

My story is an interesting one. The first major thing that happened to me was my family's move to Peru. I lived there for two years, from when I was seven to nine years old. I did learn to speak Spanish pretty well but sadly, I did not retain it for long after we moved back to the United States. Living there was a huge blessing to me, it taught me how to adjust to whatever life throws at you. Anyone who has ever moved knows it can be hard to readjust, but moving to another country teaches you how to adjust to almost anything. The second significant event that happened to me was my start of becoming a runner. Running taught me to be tough and to fight through the pain to become stronger and get to the finish line. Another event that has shaped

At a certain point in people’s lives, time seems to stop and they become stagnant, almost as if they can’t progress any further. It’s at this point that they are given a choice to move forward, and at a young age I was also given that choice. When I was in elementary school, I was told by many people trying wouldn’t get me anywhere because I was naturally bad at many things. I was told that I had no talent and even if I did get better I couldn’t be compared to my peers. This idea didn’t seem right to me and I immediately questioned it, however for a long time I let their words get to me. I remained one of the slowest runners in my grade, I had some of the worst grades, and I thought it was just how the world worked. Although, I let their words affect me, I didn’t really believe them.

“Unless you have other plans for the day. Like spending time with your own family, which is totally understandable.”

“I understand perfectly. You think if you just roll up on her, and demand she return to suburbia with you, she’ll freak out and run away screaming.”

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I took of my tunic once more. I lay down on the cold, hard bed. The gentle touch of The Giver's hand came down at me. This time his hands were not hot nor cold. I then start to see the bright light of the sun come down at me, but a tree lays right in front of the rays of heat blocking the brightness of the light. I start to hear a faint buzz, getting louder as I walk closer to the tree. Out comes a yellow and black striped little flying bug. I finally dig deep enough and suddenly think of a word, bee. I get closer to the bee. It comes right up to me seeking something. It just lays there on my shaking arm as it gets close to my elbow. All of the sudden it flies up in the air, coming down back at my arm like a bullet. A sharp pain goes up and

Please know that what happened wasn't my fault yes I might of been the one who made the glass fall, but I'm not the person to blame here. If your wondering why I'm typing this up into a letter rather than saying it to you face to face that's because considering how angry you are right now rather not step outside my room right now. None the less let's get on with the events leading up to your glass breaking. At first I was just cooking diner for Chris and Josh I want to say it was around four-ish, and then they started fighting in the background so I ignored them like normal since they weren't trying to kill each other or anything like that. As their fighting dragged on I heard someone through something so I went into their room to

“Yesterday evening I received a call from Dom. He had asked me to meet up to discuss camera arrangements in your loft.” They sat with their usual double cheese burger combo meal.

“I’d probably come in three days a week, But I might be afraid I would get in trouble or get fired."