Summary Of The Sanctuary Of School By Lynda Barry

If you haven’t found a place of silence or a place of comfort, you need one now. In the essay “The Sanctuary of School” by Lynda Barry talks about where she has found a place of hope and a sense of security. A girl that didn’t feel important in her home. She felt neglected, no one gave her attention, and she felt like she was invisible. Then she found out that school was a place that she can get along with. In similar conditions, I feel the same way. I need a place where I can go hide and to feel alone. That place for me is going to the beach. It’s my second home. I feel that everyone should have their own sanctuary place and never to leave it. The essay’s opening paragraph, Barry stated the very first time she snuck out of her house to go

In the essay, she stated “I had a particular brand of neglect in my home that allowed me to slip away and get to them. But what about the rest of the kids who weren’t as lucky? What happened to them?” (Barry 236). She was lucky to even be born into a family and not being a foster child, like how some other kids are. Barry could have been born in a family but not being able to attend school due financial problems, health, drugs and gangs. She’s also overwhelmed because she attends to a school that has art. Not many schools have that ability or funds to support activity classes. Barry is a very talented child who knows how to paint and draw. Not only just a drawing table and a paint brush, but plenty of supplies that would make the whole experience better. As she stated in the essay “Drawing came to mean everything to me. At the back table in Room 2, I learned to build myself a life preserver that I could carry into my home” (Barry 235). Going to school and learning made Barry pleased but knowing that she is being loved and cared for at school makes her a new person. She could probably change her parent’s ways of living just by seeing how important she is and how talented her art is when she’s at

For me a place that I would get away would be the beach. A beach is like a fulfillment of one’s dream. The classical Newport Beach is the most magnificent beaches here in Southern California. As I stroll along the snake pathway I could see an outstanding painted sky covered with marshmallow type clouds that are slowly passing by. As I move my feet across golden white sand, I could feel the soft and smooth texture rubbing against my toes. I am taken in by the soothing atmosphere that encircles around me. I close my eyes, allowing myself to absorb some Vitamin D due to the sizzling rays of the sun. As I open my eyes I can see an endless pool of crystal blue water. I look afar, past the ocean, and I remember myself saying “Just how much water does the ocean have?” What an amazing God we have! I then jump in the freezing cold water, allowing my body to float wherever the water takes me. All of a sudden, a great buildup of water knocked me down to the bottom and washed me out to the shore. Exhausted, I stood up and return to my peaceful spot on the beautiful sandy beach. I hear all people chatting and smelling the barbeque people are cooking. I smell the burnt wood from the bon fire. The s’mores people were eating. People are also playing sports. As it was night time, you could see the sky full of stars, which you rarely get in California. The beach makes everyone filled with joy. Going