Mornings

Waking up early has never been something I was too good at. I've always dreaded the time my alarm clock rings and have always been the type to delay my alarm clock to 5 minutes after. So it is with much sacrifice that I have found it in me to wake up this semester at 5:30 a.m to arrive to school on time. But then there are days like these, days where your professor decides to not show up. Usually I don't complain much, in fact I am not actually complaining at this moment because it is due to that same professor that I am able to get an advance on another assignment. However, if I wake up early to hear a long lecture on solar energy I would appreciate for my professor to be there or come on, give me a fair warning at least. There are still a number of us who dont mind sleeping. Im sure I come off as a grinch sometimes but it' s only because I the things everyone is thinking about but are to afraid speak up. Then again, I don't exactly mind missing out on one of his speeches again, in fact I am thrilled.

Deciding the Future

I am 17 yrs old in college. I am currently on my second semester and still under "UNDECIDED." Ahh yes, I am one of those individuals who still has no idea where they are going to end up 10 yrs from now. As if my life hasn't been rushed enough. Most kids my age are either in their junior year or senior year deciding what color their prom dress is going to be, or what should they engrave in their class ring and here I am dealing with the constant pressure of deciding what I want with the rest of my life. I wish I could take a break from it all but that just isn't an option for me. Sometimes I believe that the very same pressure I get from the parentals is the reason why at times I slack off. I still want to be a kid, and in reality I still am, but time is ticking and it's the one thing I can't afford to loose, unless I want to end up like my 23 yr old brother who sleeps until 5 p.m on the weekends and spends the remainder of his day playing Final Fantasy on his playstation. Hopefully I decide soon enough, until then I promise you the next time someone comes up to me and asks " So what are you going to do with the rest of your life?", better be a good 20 feet away from me.

Simply My Luck

I have always been known for being the cause of the misfortunate events in my group of friends. We have always joked around with this but not too long ago, this theory was confirmed. I am 17 years old, and I few weeks back I honestly didn't know how to drive, until my friend decided to take charge of that, taking me around Hialeah Gardens. I was doing pretty well being my first time and all but of course you can bet that things couldn't be going to smoothly, remember it is me driving. As I was two blocks away from my house I see red and blue flashing lights, yes it was the police. I got pulled over for a broken tail light, in a car that wasn't even mine! No issuarance, driving with someone under 21, and it being 2:00 a.m. Of course I should have realized the consequences from the start but lets be honest how else was I suppose to learn how to drive. The officer was debating on just letting the situation slide, but of course with my luck my friend's registration was no where to be found. I got a ticket to the amount of 89.50 and well that's my dilemma.

Suzanne Britt-Neat People vs. Sloppy People

I really enjoyed "Neat People vs. Sloppy People" by Suzanne Britt, mostly due to it's sarcasm. I consider myself to be in the "Neat People" category. I agree with some of the things said, for example the line "Neat people operate on two unvarying principles: Never handle any item twice, and throw everything away." To a certain extent I agree with that statement. Neat people are vicious with mail, that I agree with entirely, but why not, it makes sense to throw away all the propaganda you receive in the mail. One thing I do that contradicts what she says is keeping the receipts for sentimental reasons. I keep all my movie ticket stubs that mean something to me, but being neat I keep it all in the same box, that also includes birthday cards, Christmas cards, etc.

Russell Baker-Slice Of Life

"Slice Of Life" by Russell Baker is truly hilarious, and maybe a bit more for me because in a way I can relate to it. Last thanksgiving I had to carve the turkey and it was one of the hardest things I ever had to do in my life. Honestly, at the point of aggravation the ax method sounds so ideal. Not very sanitary but simpler, which is always more convenient. I remember, my stepfather had to step in and finish the job for me because I was demolishing the turkey, which personally the look of the food shouldn’t matter, right? The taste should be the only factor of importance. Well apparently not when you have a mother who prefers the over all presentation above all.

William F. Buckley, Jr.-Why Don't We Complain?

Personally, “Why Don’t We Complain?” was possibly one of the readings I enjoyed the most, generally because of the sense of humor used in the passage. It was really realistic because the majority of us do have that problem. However, in the case of the movie theater incident I felt he did have the right to complain and not be ashamed. I mean we do pay almost ten dollars to watch something besides a blank screen. As for the train, I don’t understand why the other man looked at him the way he did, it was a fair complaint that I am sure plenty of people had the same feelings regarding the situation.