Today I tried the Dollar Tree hot chips (I did not buy them) and they were disgusting, so most definitely there are some items that I much rather prefer to be name-brand than store-brand. I have always tried to give certain store-brand items a chance and save a few dollars. Some make the cut and some literally get cut and go into the trash. One example I will forever remember was when I tried the canned mixed veggies once compared to Del Monte’s; the quality difference was noticeable the instant I opened it and the taste EWWWW, I’ll never give that item another chance. There are some names brand I have 100% brand loyalty to; I blame my mother she never let us try anything different, has to be Best Food 's Mayo, If this woman shows up to my
Scout asks him “what in the sam hill” he is doing and Walter ducks his head and puts his hands in his lap, seemingly embarrassed. Atticus shakes his head at her disapprovingly and then Calpurnia asks to see her in the kitchen. Calpurnia informs Scout, “There’s some folks who don’t eat like us,” she then goes on to say, “but you ain’t called on to contradict ‘em at the table when they don’t. That boy’s yo comp’ny and if he wants to eat up the tablecloth you let him, you hear?”
Imagine waking up in the morning, and your mom makes you and a friend breakfast. There’s eggs, waffles, hashbrowns and bacon, but instead of eating the bacon, your friend throws it in the trash and looks at it in disgust. Culturally, your friend would see no fault in his actions but you would probably look at him very confused and ask him why the heck he would throw away perfectly delicious bacon! This is probably because your friend is probably Islamic and does not eat pork.
Winston loves to eat burgers. While he eats his burgers, he occasionally sneezes. On this particular day, Winston has sneezed a lot. Winston's nose has become slightly damp because of this. Winston decides to stop eating his burger and take a nap.
It’s probably one of the most exciting places in a prison there’s always a few table flipping’s and food fights but I tend to take no notice of it all. The menu for breakfast today is oatmeal, toast and boiled egg. The oatmeal is unsweetened and very chewy I have to force this down as I know it will be the only meal I get till dinner and the toast was more like bread. Once I finished eating I get up and take my tray over to the wash basin.
Writing was always a shit sandwich with very thin bread that I was force fed. I always was wishing I could find more bread. I was ten to eleven years old; I was small but not skinny or fat, but rather filled in. Since the day I was born, the right side of my face has been adorned with a peninsula shaped Port Wine Stain, named so because the color of it is very similar to port wine. For the longest, time I hated writing; I despised it.
To be an outsider means that you or someone else has joined some form of group and has had no previous experience, such as, going to a new school where you don’t know anyone and have never really been there before. I have been an outsider many times in my life, but the one that sticks out the most was when I went to a forensic summer camp this past summer. Since the main summer camp I had gone to the previous year had lost funding, I decided to go to multiple camps over the summer. Since the middle school camp was full and since I was going into eighth grade, they decided to put in with the high schoolers. I was very nervous for the first few days, but I gradually got to know people when the counselors put us into groups for different activities.
“Uh-oh, someone is a little pouty,” he said. “Would you like some breakfast?” I nodded and scooted a little farther away from him because, if there was one thing I had learned while watching nearly every episode of The Rockford Files, it was how to tell when someone had been hitting the happy sauce. If Mr. Ping-Pong was a stranger to liquor, I was the Queen of England. “Madison, you must learn to answer my questions with words.”
I’ve never wrote a diary before, I thought it was pointless, why write something that no one is going to read? I go back to school in 2 days which is pretty depressing after having such an exhilarating summer. I’ll be going into my final year, which is pretty daunting. Not only am I going through puberty, training to be in the 2016 Olympics, boys and sometimes even girls. ??? I will be the new person at school
I have two years remaining before my degree and to Praxis exams to complete. I have exhausted the FAFSA assistance and I have been denied by 5 student loan companies and do not have a co-signer that will suffice. I am attempting to contact you in the hope that I can make a deal with the Sheridan School distract to finish my education and work for Sheridan Schools. I have been a substitute with SubTeachUSA during last semester and plan to continue to do so until I finish my education. If you do not have the information or authority
We 'd slipped into a new world, a bigger and slightly scary one, but one pregnant with the promise of real adventure! No more mini-adventure, this one would be a big one! Steve and I immediately shoved our chairs back from the table and jumped up, intending to run off and begin planning this epic. There was so much to do, but before we could get far I heard Dad call from behind me, "Don 't forget to clean up these dishes." Dang, not everything had changed, "Okay!"
Lastly, this picture represents how hard we worked to get where were. It was so accomplishing making varsity as a freshman. Our first day of practice was rough because all of the upperclassman on JV were pissed at us. One time during a water break, they basically told us just to quit because we weren’t going to get any playing time.
While eating our lukewarm and bland sandwiches, my friends and I joked around with each other, sharing loving insults. As we laughed and discussed what we did over the summer, I realized that I had not felt this happiness in a long time. Despite the noisy atmosphere and the mediocre sandwiches, I knew that this would be the part of everyday that I looked forward to. After lunch, I went through the rest of my classes feeling at ease.