Tell Me What You See

and they are strangers. Romeo and Juliet are not really in love because they are immature. In the text we see that Romeo is immature in relationships. On the way to the masquerade Benvolio says “..., but no sooner in betake him to his legs.” (1.4.32) then Romeo says back to him “A torch for me. Let wantons, light of heart, tickle the senseless rushes with their heels, …” (1.4.33-34). We see in this scene that Benvolio wants Romeo to go dance. Romeo does not want to go dancing, he is just at the…

I Thought It Was Me… Chapter one “I 'm home!” I shout as I let myself into the apartment that I call home. As I go to collapse on the couch I hear the sound of the crazed animal that is my mother. “State your name, age, and mission,” she calls. “Kennedy, 16, getting food and a brief moment of peace and quiet before the monsters get home.” That finally gets her to come out from behind the spiral stairs that we 're keeping her out of sight.…

will not eat until he allows me to leave this place. Although he has been trying so hard, I feel bad to act so cold towards him, because it just really isn 't my personality. I just cannot stop thinking about what my mother is going through right now, she warned me not to go into the garden alone. And what do I do? Exactly what she told me not to, which is why I am here and she must be worried sick about me. I hate to put her through that stress. If only I could just tell her I was alright and…

I never thought I would be sitting here writing and telling you my story and my relationship between me and my father but i am going to tell you about it all... and how it has strengthen me to become the man i am today, but first i want to thank God for bringing me through it all. I was 11 years old and we were living in a small town of Tennessee and it was just an ole regular day, we had been playing outside all day but it was time to go inside for the night and eat before we had went to bed…

The definition of the poem "Lucinda Matlock" will be given to you here in this second paragraph. Thoughts that, I personally think on this is that it's good, It makes sense it tells you specific things, That you should know about life. As identified by what this poem means Life is life, It brings…

You, yes you, the reader, must be wondering what this story is about. Well, it’s about a part of my life, and I’ll tell you about it. I remember that day when I moved into that town. It was a fresh and clear day. The birds were singing and the sun was shining all over. I had unpacked and had decided to explore around the place. I went through the shops and the park, and nothing interested me. I had walked around and I was pretty sure that I had seen something shimmering in the sunlight, but…

loud as I can. I think that mother and Father are keeping stuff from me. Sometimes in the middle of the night I wake up to them arguing about how mother thinks that Father should stop going to see his “friends” as mother puts it, every single time that they fight. I know what they fight about but they try and keep it secret. My parents aren’t what people would call as loving people-definitely not towards me. They don’t beat me or anything like that.…

throughout the whole place and I can barely hear anything else. “CLAIRE!” I turn around and see Rachel running towards me with two red solo cups in her hand. “Take one.” she hands me one of the cups, filled to the rim. “Do you realize how many people are here? There are people here that I’ve never even talked to before, how did they all get in?” she continues, practically yelling in my ear. “Well you know Jay, all he cares about is his party reputation. He’s lucky that he can play football,…

How do you know when something is true? This is something that I have been trying to figure out my whole life. At a young age I had problems with not tell the the truth all of the time. This would get me in trouble with my mom and she would always recite the same scripture “…you will know the truth, and the truth will make you free” (John 8:32). This let me know at a young age that it was important for me to tell the truth all the time. Once I decided , to only tell the truth, I had new…

This assignment meant a lot to me personally, it gave me the opportunity to tell my Twin brothers story. When the concept behind the paper was first thrown out there in class. I was overwhelmed by the all the possibilities that came to mind. However, as the days went by I thought about how I wanted to tell a story that was really different. As I walked through the hallways I started to think about my twin Jessie, because his school would bring him to UW-Parkside to walk through the halls walls…