Decriptive Essay

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Melissa Hohgrefe

Professor Kelly Anthony

English 101-113

10 April 2014

Outback Steakhouse 

          The Outback in town holds fond memories for me, back when it was good. I was maybe eight years old when we use to go. When I pass by and my gaze falls upon it, I smile, but it sinks away. I remember it all, from the wait to get inside, finally getting our food, to leaving for home. I wish we could do it again in the same fashion, but I know, that will never happen.

           We'd park far away because it was always packed I think we even parked in the neighboring restaurants parking lot and walked over a time or two. We walk up their beautiful cobble stone path under their modern wooden honing and through the double doors. The seats would be filled with inpatient customers, some would stand by the wall, even a few more would be outside either standing or sitting over in the patio area. My father would walk up to the hostess as she'd always say "Table for..?" He'd have a snappy response that was said almost simultaneously with my mother "four." they'd ring smiling. I'd be huddled close in the crowded entry way glancing at all the different sites and sounds that all seemed to be going on at once. She'd give us a plastic square beeper that lights up and obnoxiously vibrates when our table is ready. I remember a time a spot opened up on the bench just inside the waiting area as we turned to look for one. I remember sitting next to my Mom her black leather purse always seemed to be in the way. She'd notice it was squashing me and move it to her lap and dismiss the moment. 

32 Day Challenge - Love my Job.

For the next 32 day's I will assess my experiences at work and state that I love my job.
This may strengthen my love of my job or maybe motivate me to make a change.
Overall it's for me, and maybe a little for your entertainment.

Day 1
4/9- I work in the art department of a nation wide and a little bit of Canada's kids clothing manufacture. Sounds cool, huh? Sometimes it is.
Sometimes I'd much rather be at my old job being an elderly lady's bag bitch while she blows her social security check. Anyway the experience here at Third Street which is all the way over in Ozark Missouri, I commute from 45 minutes away in Marshfield, (Yeah, I believe you can call me crazy)... The experience is useful, and educational, but here's me ranting about bowing and scraping as a college kid.... But I wouldn't travel so far if I didn't love my job.

4/10
The main woman I take orders from is Becky, her equal (& also her sister) Laurie is my other.  Laurie is the good witch, most of the time, Becky is usually the wicked one from the west.
I guess I'm Dorthy, and all I want to do is get to Kansas... Funny this metaphor is to me. Kansas holds the university that I see most likely to graduate from with my bachelors. I guess if I do move on to my Bachelors I'll have to quite my job. Hummm. I might miss Third street...
I love my job.

4/11
Friday, this is my half day. Half class, half work.
I wouldn't be able to have such a mixed schedule that works for me if it wasn't for my work working with my schedule.
I love my job.

4/12
I wouldn't have been able to have the weekend off if is wasn't for my job.
I had an amazing day made breakfast burritos with my lovely man, went out cursing the back roads, played glow put put golf. It was so beautiful out I wore shorts! For the first time in so long!
We ate Andy's in the car parked by the lake and listened to the frogs sing in the twilight of the sunset.
I wouldn't be able to go out and play with a little bit of money on the weekends if is wasn't for my job.
I love my job.

4/13
Slept in, rainy day, playing Diablio with my Man. We of course beat it. Then took a nap. It's days like these weekends I live for. I love the simple things. A perfect rainy day I couldn't have if I didn't have the weekends off with him.
I love my job.

4/14
Monday, class till late tonight. Asked off Tomorrow. I'm behind in my classes and have errands to run. Probably should have worked of stuff this weekend, but I wouldn't have spent it any other way.
I have a week unpaid vacation to start with. Those days evaporate if I don't use them in a year. I'd rather have days to do nothing and enjoy them, than greedily keep going to work and not use them. There are days I've thought I'd rather pay them the amount of money I'd earn being there for the day than come in. Sometimes the money just isn't worth it.
Oh well, at least I have vacation days. I love my job.

Free Write about that interesting site.

Refering to inclass project over:
http://learnonline.wordpress.com/2007/07/10/its-not-plagiarism-its-an-easy-essay/

First thought; Why on earth did my English college professor tell educate me on this?
Ignorance is bliss. Now I know for sure I can do wrong.
 I don't wish to, but... What are you thinking Ms. A?
 I don't understand. I enjoy you, but these simple community college minds, like my own, have gears turning.

We can't help but think

"IT'S A TRAP!!"

As I started reading the comments I find it entertaining how people either call it a sham, even make fun of the person who posted it. Some just copy pasted a little of what he said and was like" I agree with this *rolls eyes*. Sometimes I like comment sections, sometimes I do not.

One individual said "Have money, will graduate." I totally get that.
Sad unfair world isn't it?
Surprise that life.

I'll cry about my misfortune too, but can we all just whine and complain a little less?

... ... I'm suppose to be writing or a set amount of time but my thoughts on this are breif.... my interest has already faded. Along with my will to give a damn.

Point of view, Story, The Street

 It was a fine sunny morning in Washington, the smell of late breakfasts and exhaust all around me. My commuters on their way when it stands out to me a pair of black Shayswas pass over me. I know these leather soul shoes and they always mean trouble.
Ah, I see there over on the sidewalk another agent as they pass a brief case in an obvious manner. Who trains these fellas now? Did all the good ones quite when administration change?
Hey you, no running red lights!
Whats this hes just going to open it there on the bench? What a fool. With his smug sticky fingers on that nice key board, at least its neat to have a glance. Oh, a bird. This might be interesting. I hope it  poops on his head. Or yeah, that can happen too... ....look what you've done now rookie. There is a Pigeon terrorizing my commuters! AHHH, OWW! I don't appreciate screeching tires and broken glass on my hard dark skin. How dare you! Why on earth does that brief case have lazers anyway? Now you're just gonna try and reason with it in the middle of me aren't ya? ... I didn't expect that to work. What ever you do with that lame excuse of a breakfast don't leave it here. I'll flag the authority's for littering... wait... you're CIA aren't you? I wonder if they can do anything about this...

Food Writing, French Toast

My Dad and I's French Toast.

Here's what you're going to need:

1 Tsp. Real Vanilla
1 Tbsp. Sugar
4 slices of Texas Toast
4 Eggs
1/4 cup of 2% Milk
Someone you love to share it with

            Yes, french toast may be simple, and just about everyone can make it, but the simple-sweet way we make it., is my favorite. This is just one of the breakfast foods we've perfected. I love being able to show off how good I can make breakfast too. This of course is not meant in a puny way, it's just that I love breakfast. Those draggy mornings trying to get out of bed for college and work before five, just keep flying by. It's so much better when I get to share the morning with my father. Just those 30mins or more of us chatting, cooking, over a pot of coffee are the best. I wouldn't trade these days with him for all the riches in the world.
            We'd start by saying good morning in the half light living area. He'd be sitting in his chair checking his email. I'd be across the island pouring my cup of hot Colombian coffee I had preset the night before. Then either there'd be the question of what we make for breakfast or the suggestion and no argument ever in the matter. He'd climb out of his chair pause in the kitchen to stretch and yawn. Lucy our black cat rubbing against his leg and then staring up at him with those eyes of  "Don't forget my breakfast too." she may even mew at him as he looks to her. He'd smile and laugh and say something small to her like "Oh yeah?" or "You too?" . Toshiba our other grey dilute calico would chime in out of no where with a sort of rolling meow similar to a bird sound. "We won't forget ya." he'd say as he heads to the cabinet we keep the frying pans in. 
         Then we become a team, know each step and working together to speed the process. I'd have a shallow bowl as he turns the stove on to heat up to med-high. He'd be collecting the eggs and milk, as I got out the sugar and vanilla. Sometimes we alternate jobs, its just whatever one can do to help. More than half the time though I'd be watching him. He'd crack the eggs open one by one, and stack the shells and toss them in the compost. Rinse his hands off then pour in the milk. We don't really even measure just whatever looks about right. I'd dribble in the vanilla, then thickly dash over the sugar into the batter. We always whisk it with a fork, not that we don't have whisks it's just the old style we like, or something, I never asked. Then I'd usually take over, bring the bowl over to the Texas Toast that sits next to our stove.

...To be continued

Sky

Things aren't always what they seem... 

I often wonder what things around me might just be an illusion.
What matters and what doesn't.
The working of the mind in dreams.
I wonder why in my dreams some details do not appear, like there is a person standing adjacent to me who is a friend. I don't know if they are male or female or even the color of there hair I just know I'm near a friend.
I wonder what creates these illusions at night.
Are they just spontaneous brain compulsions as I sleep?
I find it fascinating the simple things that can inspire a dream.

As I look at this image I directly relate it to the one I saw before it stating "That the sky is the limit." Maybe it's but an illusion and your fate could be much closer or further than you think.

Senses Paragraph, Place I'd rather be.

I'd rather be dressed for an interview job-hunting, right now.

Smooth and cool to the touch polyester shirt, black pencil skirt, felt peek-toe shoes, a silver dragon fly necklace to add an edge... dressed to kill. I'd be sitting in my car, the smell and taste of spring air whipping past me toying with my curls draped over my shoulders. I'd stop at the four-way in town. I could hear the birds cheering me on, other cars passing by and the smell of my warm Colombian coffee with sweet-vanilla creamer taunting me from my cup holder. I'd take a moment to steal a sip bringing the mug to my lips and taking a second to saver, before it's my turn to go. I'd feel my grip tighten on the worn steering wheel as I climb gears. The roar of my engine as I head to one of my destinations. I'd be mindlessly playing with that little piece of worn leather fabric pealing away on the back side of the steering wheel, listening to the alternative melody from my radio.

I'd park, and get out of the car. I could be holding my resume feeling the warm paper and freshly dried ink beneath my fingers walking up to the door with grace and power. I'd have the light cologne scented perfume on my chest, the fresh smell of fabric softener in my clothes, soft lotion-ed hands, ready with my I-pad ready to show them my portfolio. Of course, after I've first asked them questions on who they are. I've already been suck in the family owned no chance of a management position for awhile now. I'm ready to move forward. Sigh, I want more in my career field and that seems to always be on my mind, but yet. I've been thinking. Why am I applying? To get a new boss and go through the usual routine. I could have my own business, be my own boss.