I am excited to be able to add another food option for Luke. The sight of Luke being able to pick up his cheerios and eat it on his own, warms my heart. Luke is my proof that I have played my mother role. Raising Luke made me afraid to ever mess up because it might affect him. He often sits up to watch television, he loves Elmo!
Not only did great grandmas’ cookies impact my life majorly, the sweet Amish culture gave me a whole new perspective on life! Here I was on vacation in La Plata, Maryland enjoying what I would call a flea market and what they call is, making a living. We pull up and I am filled with curiosity as to why there are horses with buggies attached to them everywhere, and why the people behind the stands were only wearing certain attire. Little did know it’s because of their culture. I would have never guessed all these woodened cutting boards were made from two hands that god had given these startling impressive people.
Then we buy soda that everyone likes, so that nobody is left behind in their choice. We also make Mashed Potato. My two favorite things are the Hot Wings and the Mashed Potato. My cousin likes cooking all of the stuff for our family. We get to help her a bit.
It’s weird to think that a floppy stuffed animal can have such an important place in a child's heart, but it can. My favorite thing when I was a child was a stuffed elephant named Lumpy. He was named after a character in Winnie the Pooh. He was blue and flopped over whenever I tried to sit him up. I always had him with me when I slept.
Girl Scout Cookies For nearly a hundred years, girl scouts have been selling cookies as a way to fund their projects and ventures. This all started in 1917 when the Mistletoe Troop baked cookies and sold them in their school cafeteria as a service project (girlscouts.org). Since then, the tradition of selling these delicious cookies has continued as well as the addition of several other flavors. My all time favorite girl scout cookie is the Samoa, also known as Carmel deLites. These angels come in a bright purple box containing fifteen cookies evenly spread out between three rows.
My grandmother kitchen is my icon of exquisite taste. I grew up with her, and she owned a pupuseria in my childhood. Tomasita’s Pupuseria was the most popular pupuseria in my town, every weekend her house was full of people waiting to get a table or to take pupusas to go, one of the best memories ever. The smell of pupusas all around the block was paradise. It was her tradition to feed first her family before the pupuseria opened, so we as a family were the first ones to eat her exquisite dish.
High school was difficult for me to put it simply. Throughout almost all of it I was depressed. Caused by one thing or another and always varying in intensity, it was the only persistent aspect of my high school career. There are far too many events, feelings, and thoughts that provoked my spiral that I’m rendered unable to recall them all. Starting with my questioning of the morality of man after reading “All Quiet on the Western Front”, only to be escalated by the stresses of the IB program, then heightened by the worries that came with applying and affording college and my future in general.
Dealing with depression meant a lot of things for me and among a vast majority of those things it meant that I lacked the desire to move forward with my life. My inevitability to move forward nevertheless crippled me into my own demise. I was in a very dark place where almost everything felt lucid like a dream. Much like Rick Grimes when he wakes up with no idea of how much time has passed since his hospitalization, awoken to realize that his life has changed and not sure what he can do to change that. When we lose the concept of time bedlam is inevitable, but keeping time is extremely tedious when you have no motivation to move forward.
I was nervous since it was my first time trying to achieve a goal I really wanted. However, I was disappointed since I obviously didn’t make the team and didn’t do my absolute best. The second time after making the team I felt like I had accomplished something for the first time in my life and excitement for a new part of my life. During my first year on the team I still felt these same emotions for different reasons. I believed that even though I had made the team I wasn’t preforming to my best ability and when I was trying my hardest it still didn’t feel good enough.
At that age, I had to be able to be around other kids every day, and if I was homeschooled, how could I do that? Being 10 years old, I argued with her logic anyway. Fifth grade was a hard year, I suffered a lot from anxiety and “bouts of sadness” which we later learned to be depression. Sometimes, I would just shut down when too overwhelmed and my eyes would glaze over. I’d just go silent.