Christmas dinner is always a situation that brings out the best, worst, funniest and most annoying parts of your family. Ever since I can remember something went wrong every Christmas with my family. Whether my cousin didn’t take his Ritalin or if my uncle had too much to drink, something bad always happened. The elders were always having a drink while trying to help out my stressed mom in the kitchen, while the kid’s rush around trying to keep themselves occupied before they eat twice their weight in ham, potatoes and green beans.
I am 19 years old, just got back from my first semester at college. My family is shooting me with questions while they look at me strangely because I am clutching a beer in my right hand. I have an equal amount of cousins that are older, and younger than me. The cozy house reeked of evergreen and burning hickory. While the inside was warm and cozy, outside of the house the wind violently picked up the blanked of snow that existed on the lawn and house.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Writing Exercise 1/20/2011
Writing Exercise
Moments: Extraction of wisdom teeth, living in New York with my sister and my High School Graduation.
· Where did these moments take place?
o Doctor’s office in Detroit, New York and Brooklyn, Grosse Pointe.
· Who was there?
o My mother, a nurse and the doctor.
o My sister, her crazy friends and bums.
o My whole graduating class, their families and the faculty of Grosse Pointe South High.
· What are the significant objects?
o My teeth and scary doctor tools.
o Huge buildings, fake identification and my laptop.
o My diploma, cap and gown.
· What colors are present?
o Dull shades of grey, pale blue and chrome.
o Every color under the sun.
o Blue and Yellow.
· What textures are there?
o Smooth, leather chairs and generic wallpaper.
o Concrete and steel, rigid and sharp.
o Concrete and lush grass.
· What smells and tastes?
o Smell of a dentist office, and the taste of vicodin.
o Smell of hot, rotting garbage and the taste of Stella Artois and Parliament Lights.
o Smell of fresh cut grass.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
8 AM Classes
Last semester I felt like I got a very good understanding of what I needed to do to succeed in college. I feel like the biggest thing for me is to make it to class everyday. Both semesters' I've had two eight AM classes per week. That is not a great thing, seeing as I am not a morning person. As I write this all I can think about is taking a nap when I'm done with this class and my two other classes today. Hopefully as the semester goes on it will be easier for me to wake up every Tuesday and Thursday at 7 AM.
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