The cold wind bites at my fingers and face as I struggle to find my keys in the mess that is my bag. When I finally get my hands on them, I hurry inside the still dark shop, locking the door behind me and slowly making my way to the back, where I can finally light up the room. It’s still May, so the sun is only getting up when I arrive for the morning shift. I’m early; Kallan is usually there before me, but I just couldn’t manage to go back to sleep, even when I went back in the warmth of my sheets. I already kept myself occupied for a few hours by now - watching reruns of old TV shows, obscure conspiracy documentaries; I did my makeup, washed my hair, tidied up my room, even went on a walk in the park that’s on my way to work - but I just …show more content…
It’s a fire hazard - especially in a flower shop like this -, it only works perfectly once in a blue moon, and it makes the most horrendous coffee you’d ever tasted, but somehow, Kallan still keeps it. I’d call it nonsense, but even I can’t deny a certain attachment to the object, especially after it pulled me through some severe all nighters and asshole customers. You’d think the whole “flower shop” thing would attract more of the “kill them with kindness” kind, wouldn’t …show more content…
I didn’t, at first, but an over ten years old friendship is not something you give on so easily. The phone rang, one day, and there was Kallan. I’d never thought of her as the spontaneous type, but there she was, telling me with an eagerness I’d rarely known from her about her new life and projects - telling me about how leaving was the best decision she could have ever made, about her new friends, new work. It stung, a little bit, to know she was so happy without us losers from her “old” life, but nevertheless, I congratulated her, and kept close contact for the next two years or so. Sting, uh. I wonder if my absence felt the same way - though I could hardly say I’m living my best life, here. Though, now that I could see it with my own eyes, I’m assured that she made the right choice. It’s funny, how tables turn. Or maybe we’re on the same side of that table. Outsider, uh. I don’t need to go home to know that my departure is probably causing the same ruckus. “You seem tired,” Kallan notes, side eyeing me from our front window display. “Do I now?” I say, biting my lip in the process - it’s not that I enjoy lying to Kallan, but I know I will never hear the end of it if I
At the pub on St Martin's Lane, you guzzle Brooklyn Lager while Iggy uploads photos to the Internet. England Trip with Dad--Day One, she's called them, and she tags you in each: London Heathrow! Eating fish 'n' chips! Dad's neckbeard, lol! In one hand she cradles her cellphone and in the other a champagne flute that pulses with prosecco, which, you've learned, is European for sparkling wine.
After my boss is done yelling at me for being late(again) She demands me to go fix the Slurpie machine because it broke down(again) Not knowing anything about machinery, she asks Jon to help me out. He doesn't know anything either about machinery. Jon is somewhat of a friend of mine.
Lani: I was helping for someone’s project for COMM 245; I was in the video lab, in the studio. I was on campus and decided to contact everyone I knew who comes to the school. I remember I sent out a snap saying guys I think there is a shooting, be careful and then I started sending out individual texts to people making sure they were okay, like hey are you good? Stay out of an area.
I have blond hair and pale skin. On the color wheel, my father is a rich mocha, my sister is a warm copper, and my mother is a perfectly tanned caramel; I am somewhere between cream and eggshell on the opposite end of the spectrum. Being stereotypically white can be difficult when you’re African American. The beginning of high school was when I first began to feel that my fair complexion hid my true identity.
I never meant for it be. It just did. I began spending all my time with her. And we were happy. I’ve come to learn that an integral part of the human existence is suffering.
In response to the experiment performed by the YouTube™ channel: “ SoulPancake” about a study that showed that people who expressed gratitude or thanks will experience more happiness, themselves, afterward. We as a class were encouraged to write a “ Thank You”, to a person who influenced or impacted our lives and read to them. At first, I was a bit skeptical of the theory, thinking it was just a “mind over body” or a “placebo effect” styled experience. However, after some time of deep thought, I came to the conclusion, that no matter, how I thought about the experiment and its actual impact on our lives, it would be a great excuse for me to express my gratefulness to her.
I mean the person who always had by back was now not going to share this new experience. I thought I was ok with it until bid day. When she left to join her new sisters, it suddenly hit me, I was going to be apart from the most prominent person in my life. While frighten at first, this was the best thing that could have happen to me. This experience has made me more independent and much more confident.
RELATIONSHIP: To Be or Not To Be “Just because a relationship ends, it doesn 't mean it 's not worth having." -Sarah Mlyhowski Once there was a girl who had been in a relationship for 1 year and 6 months.
Growing up, I only knew of Starbucks coffee, and coffee you can purchase at a convenience stores. I then, moved to Albuquerque and I would hear about Satellite coffee. People would make the place sound amazing. Most people tell me, "you need to visit Satellite coffee. " The way they explain their experience, makes me want to experience it myself.
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My senior year of high school wasn’t spent partying with friends. It wasn’t spent struggling with college applications, and it wasn’t spent with senior pranks. My senior year was spent watching my grandmother battle cancer for the last time. When I was a freshman, my Grammy (a smoker of 50 years) was diagnosed with Stage 2 lung cancer. A few rounds of chemotherapy and it was supposedly done.
I didn’t think she would leave us so soon, but you know what they say life doesn’t always go as planned. I never got the chance to say goodbye, or tell her I loved her very much and that I was grateful for all that she had done for me, I never got to tell her what a inspiration she was to me, and I never got to hug one last time. It wasn’t far, I hated that I wasn’t there for her and I couldn’t do anything about it. I guess when people say that life isn’t far, they really mean
It had been 10 years since Morrie died, and so much has changed. I use his lessons every day in of my life, and I honestly can 't imagine where I 'd be without them. I just published another book, making the New York Times Bestseller list. I ask myself every chapter of writing, “What would Morrie think of this?”, and I can only hope he would be proud. I currently find myself sitting at a wooden table in a large bookstore, the busy streets of downtown portland outside the window catching my attention every once in awhile.
There’s no point of going to school, nothing ever changes. Same fresh cut grass smell, same kids yelling, same creepy guy at night. Everything’s the same. Not even the cold, dry, weather changes. I feel like I’m living the same day over and over again.
They sell the finest coffee from all over the world. It also has a book corner in the left hand side of the shop where we can buy books. They make very good coffee as well. This place is an ideal place for students and employees to release stress. As I made my way through the transparent glass door, a blanket of warm air hit me and the rich aroma of coffee which was delectable.