As the day progressed, I became accustomed to these painfully boring activities which happened in every single class, and worst of all I still couldn’t remember anyone's name. Fortunately enough, before I would cracked after having to do name games the school day was over. I was over the top excited that the weekend had arrived, but then it hit me: If I don’t make an attempt to talk to people this day will repeat like a broken tape
Everyone has stress at some point in their lives and this is the most common one. I remember a time when I was facing a lot of stress at school and home. My sleeping pattern was all thrown off and I barely ate, but not because I wasn’t hungry or because I was starving myself. No, it was like my body and brain we... ... middle of paper ... ...e really. All that needs to be done is run.
They are not brutes; inside themselves the townspeople have sympathy for this lady. The townspeople seemed curious about the happenings within her house, but they are not outright mean or obtrusive. After Homer Barron comes into the picture, the town is "glad that Miss Emily would have an interest"(31). Even in the final moments of her life the "whole town went to [Emily's] funeral"(28). They also have the decency to "wait until Miss Emily was in the ground before they opened [the region above the stairs no one had seen in forty years]"(34).
How much sympathy do you have for the woman in Tony Kytes arch deceiver’ and Tickets please ? In this essay I am going to argue about how much sympathy I have for woman in the 2 stories that I have studied. The two stories I have studied are ‘Tony Kytes arch-deceiver’ and ‘Tickets please’. "Tony Kytes: arch deceiver" was set at the end of the nineteenth century in a rural community which seems unaffected by the Industrial Revolution, remaining traditional in both the way of life and the attitudes of the people. The members of the community are very relaxed in the way that they live, riding around in the carts, being very leisurely, especially the women who did hardly any work other than in the house.
"They did not speak. This was disappointing, for Miss Brill always looked forward to the conversation. She had become really quite expert, she thought, at listening as though she didn't listen, at sitting in other people's lives just for a minute while they talked around her" (135). The prospect of actually engaging in conversation herself never crosses Miss Brill's mind; she has grown entirely accustomed to being only an observer. Another indication that Miss Brill lives a solitary life is in her lack of communication with the people she does have relationships with.
Writing a reflection and a summary of dozens of experiences is very challenging and demanding. I cannot count how many ups I had, yet I cannot deny the fact that I had some downs where I could transform them to ups. The year was full of challenges, excitement, fear and lessons. Each Wednesday I had mixed emotions. Every time I came to school I had the same fear and heartbreaks.
I walked into school on that day, and I felt as if I had some terrible disease. People were avoiding me, ignoring me, and this had never happened before. I was always Miss Popularity all throughout school and I constantly had someone around me. Therefore, getting the cold shoulder was new to me. Day after day I would come to school feeling left out and alone.
Slowly our friendship started growing again and we started having monthly visits again. Although we rekindled our friendship we were no longer best friends, and that still saddens me every now and then. Time changes people in both good and bad ways. The same person that had taken me out of the shadows and transformed me into a little social butterfly had become severely depressed. Entering her new school she was bullied by the people she called her friends, she no longer trusted people and when I initiated the argument that led to us not speaking for a year her situation became much worse.
In other words, she became depressed. Spending all her time daydreaming of a better life, during the night, she stayed up and cried. She felt so lonely, wanting to escape to a far off place. As those terrifying days passed, she met this group of kids. Others didn’t like them because of their gothic ways.
I used to get into lots of trouble in school and I had trouble passing my classes. When I would get behind I would give up right away and just quit trying. I hated going to school, especially after my hospital and rehab stays. I could feel everyone looking at me and I knew they were judging me. People were mean.