Short Story Of Jeannette Walls Glass Castle

After reading Jeannette Walls’ Glass Castle, I realize that she and I have a lot in common. From her parents arguing to her being bullied at school to her father dying, she went through a lot of situations that resemble some of the less known and serious problems that I had while I was about the same age. Jeannette had a tough life while growing up. However, even though I had similar issues, I lived and still live a relatively sheltered life. I, like her, simply viewed everything that happened as normal and didn’t realize that it was abnormal until I got into fifth or sixth grade. Other than her being basically homeless, Jeannette and I had eerily similar home lives while growing up.
The only death in Jeanette’s family was her dad and she …show more content…
I was never really beat up but I was picked on and tormented for everything from my brother to the cloths I was wearing to my athletic ability to how well I did in school. Starting in fourth grade I was made fun of daily because I wasn’t good at sports. While I was in fifth grade Kelsi had a fit at school and a bunch of rumors began to spread around. Within a day, I began to hear stories about how she flipped out and it began to grow into this huge outlandish story. I was constantly bullied for that and I lost a lot of “friends” because of it. I can still remember Craft, Brendan, and Mason Rose bullying me in eighth grade because they thought I should stick to being a nerd and not play sports. By that time, I’m fairly sure I had attempted suicide at least twice. When I got to high school, it just got worse. Those three, with the addition of Chaz and a few kids from the grade above us, tormented me because I couldn’t lift a lot or I actually cared about my grades and wouldn’t give them answers to homework or tests. I’ve kept to myself throughout most of high school and never went to any sporting events and I never wanted to go to any school dances for fear of being bullied. My sophomore year was the closest I’ve ever gotten to actually committing suicide. I was in my car, while it was running, in the garage with the door down. I sat for about five minutes before I realized that if I did it that they would win. If I gave in and took the easy road, I would be hurting more people than I could think of. That is the day that I stopped caring what others thought of me, positive or negative. From that day forward I’ve been determined to prove them and everybody else wrong. I have slipped back into those thoughts since that day, but I have always gotten out of my depressed state because I will prove them wrong and I will do great things in the coming