describing detail

·         The wife’s lipstick was so vivid and bright

·         The sign said something about a town meeting

·         The milk man had to handles that had 8 bottles of milk each

·         There was a person walking in the background as the milk man was walking to the house

·         The roses had color

·         The wallpaper in the kitchen was drab and boring it was some design of lines

·         The husband had a twinkle in his when the wife said no

·         He had a vest and tie on

·         The house in the background of the milk man walking was a two story

·         The wife had pre made his lunches

·         If he put the pie in 40 min before it would be done in time for dessert

·         She made him meatloaf

·         He had to turn the oven on to 350 degrees

Revising a short story

Last night it snowed like it had never snowed before the forecast predicted 2 inches of snow it was more like 8 all you could see was a white wintery wonderland. Still I was a trooper and made it to work while on my break I was talking to my buddy Rich. I was telling him how I had no social life and planned on staying in that night with nothing to do but maybe sit on the couch and drown my sorrows in a bucket of chunky monkey. He invited me to a Christmas party I was ecstatic like a fat kid getting a whole chocolate cake to himself, but in the back of my mind questioned if he invited me because he wanted me to go or if it was more out of feeling sorry for me either way I didn’t care and gladly accepted. As we continued our conversation I noticed the reflection of a girl sitting alone at a table, she didn’t seem like your average girl she sat there with an aura of fear and loneliness I couldn’t help but wonder who she was. She looked like a Sally or maybe Mary I wanted to go up and talk to her but was overcome with fear and nervousness. I motioned for my Buddy Rich to check her out, Rich being the kind of guy that he is made it very obvious that he was looking at her; she noticed him looking at her and gave him a look back of disgust she then walked out never to be seen again. I felt somewhat sad knowing that I will probably never see her again, maybe one day our paths would cross again.

After work I went home to my lonely house not only was it lonely but it was scary and unnerving well not the house but the neighborhood I lived in. I had a bought a 9mm for protection hoping I would never have to use it I don’t know if I had gall to actually shoot someone. It was about 8 o’clock and I had just finished getting ready I picked up Rich and off we went to the party I was getting nervous as we neared the party I mean this was only like the fourth one I had ever been to in my life.

Narrative brainstorm

The moment the doctor called me to tell me to have surgery

I remember I was lying on the couch it seemed like a million thoughts were going through my head but at the same time my head was empty. I felt scared but not a regular scared feeling you get when watching a scary movie or going to a haunted house it was the kind of scared feeling you get when you know something is terribly wrong the feeling you get when you know your life is going to change. I was checking my phone every thirty seconds I was anxious for it to ring but at the same time I was dreading it, I was waiting for a phone call from my doctor. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting it finally rang I answered it so fast I almost dropped it, I remember the doctors voice it was stern and somewhat cold as if all the emotion had been sucked out of him. I answered with “hello” he identified who he was and that he had the results of my tests the next words he spoke will forever be etched in my mind, “Mr. Esparza the results show that you have gall stones “my heart sank, “I don’t mean to scare you but you have to drop what you’re doing and get to a hospital immediately and have emergency surgery, if you don’t have these gall stones removed they can kill you.” I felt numb I felt no emotion at all I remember thanking him for the information and hanging up, I took a seat on the couch and just sat there the idea of me dying is indescribable. I really don’t remember how long I sat there but I remember streams of tears rolling down my face I had no control over my emotions all I could do was cry out of fear. Finally after my eyes were red and swollen I pulled myself together I knew I had to be strong I knew I would get through this and be stronger at the end. I called my dad to let him know the news it seemed as if he already knew what I was going to say he assured me things would be fine and we would go to the hospital just hearing him be strong gave me strength. After hanging up with him I called one other person, my girlfriend, I told her what the doctor had told me, she spoke with a certain warmth to her words that comforted me as if being wrapped in a warm blanket, she told me things would be ok and that she loved me and was on her way over. I had my gall bladder removed and spent three days in the hospital after the whole ordeal was over I can look back now and see strengths that I never thought I had I can see how this changed me and will affect me for the rest of my life. I don’t regret going through this it just made me a stronger person in the end.

Poe Imitation

It was a glorious and sunny day as if god himself had personally decided how the weather would be. The sun shined like it had never shone before shining off every surface imaginable and bringing about a feeling of new life somehow, not a cloud in the sky was to be seen it, if one were to look hard enough you could almost see into the heavens. The clock ticked away tick tock tick tock gradually making its way closer and closer to three o'clock Oh how I loathe that clock, then as if somehow knowing three o'clock would bring me down, would kill my spirit and bring dark clouds over me it struck three. Then as if choreographed from the other side of the door the old grey paint peeling with scratches all over as if it were about to die I heard knock knock knock. It was my three o'clock appointment oh how i dreaded opening the door and hearing the horrible words “I have a three o’clock appointment to get my radio installed.” The man stood there covered in sweat and yet I could not understand how someone could sweat when only talking, his stench was horrid something that the devil himself would cringe at.

Milk ad thesis statement

Most people dont realize the importance of drinking milk, it can help make strong bones and help you grow, drinking milk also helps you live a longer healthier life.

Marykate and ashley

The Olsen twins are pretty hot that is the first thing that comes to mind. I like to drink milk and I guess they do too. I don’t know which one is which but i really don’t care. I wonder how old they are. I remember watching them on TV i think the show was full house. One of them has a really weird shirt on that only has a banana on it. I just now noticed that the picture has writing on it, it’s a caption about drinking milk and that drinking milk during your teen years helps you grow. I hope this ad makes more people want to drink milk I know I do now. I think they should do more ads like this for example maybe one about eating right or exercising I’m sure if they did it would be a good one. Well what else is there to say about them? I’m kind of out of ideas I guess I can talk about their clothes. The one on the left looks like she just got off the couch she’s wearing clothes that are comfortable. The one on the right looks a little more dressed up like shes ready to go out for the day maybe not anywhere nice but ok for daily wear.

Biography

Well what is there to say about me my name is Richard Anthony Esparza and I am 23 years old. I was born in Fort Worth Texas and have always lived in Texas I love it here and couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. My parents divorced when I was about 4 years old and my grandparents pretty much raised me in my younger years. My parents were around but weren’t what I would consider parents I was never really close to my mom and when I was around 12 me and her got into a big fight we didn’t speak again until I was 20. As for my dad we became close and have more of the best friend relationship instead of the father son relationship he is a big influence in my life and one of the driving factors that makes me want to better myself. I attended Bryson Elementary and was an all A-B student, I went to Wayside Middle school for grades 6-8 in 7^th grade I got my first C I remembered being devastated I had no idea what it was like to get a grade other than an A or a B. I graduated from Boswell High school in 06 I was so close to not graduating I didn’t know if I was going to graduate until about 6 hours before graduation. When I graduated it was an amazing feeling I made my family so proud. After High School my plan was to attend TCC for two years then go on to a university unfortunately things didn’t go that way. I got too caught up in my social life and partying I failed my first two semesters with all F’s. I didn’t go back for about a year and a half and probably wouldn’t have gone back if it weren’t for my Girlfriend Ana. Thanks to her she has helped me get my head back on straight and get back on track. Now I am in my 3^rd semester and will hopefully finish up and have my associates by next semester. After that I still plan on going to school I just don’t know where but my overall goal is to become a pharmacist.

diagnostic essay workshop

Everyone has a name for a purpose; it is meant to identify everyone as an individual.  Names are more than just letters put together, they can have deep meanings to them, and they can also be used to represent things or be a legacy. When Mr. Wilson calls the father  “George” it belittles him and shows that he is not even worthy of having his real name known. He doesn’t respect colored people for who they are as an individual, but instead sees them all as one. I can relate to that because I am Mexican American and at times I hear people say something about me because I am Mexican. I would find it very offensive if every person I met were to call me “Juan” and not take the time to know my real name or who I am. I would not go around calling every person of a certain ethnicity one name. I do however still have a sense of humor and could laugh if someone were to call me a typical Mexican name but only if they have taken the time to get to know me and I am comfortable with them. There are a lot of different stereo types for every race and even though people know that they are “stereo types” some intend to still judge people based on them. This deeply affected the son in the story after that happened he never looked Mr. Wilson in the eye again; I believe this is because he had no respect for him. At a young age it is hard to understand why some people can be so closed minded. When this happened it gave the son a glimpse of what his mom called “one of those things.” He witnessed what was then a socially acceptable norm that colored people had to put up with. It is sad that the son had to know that instances like these would be acceptable when they really should not. He may grow up thinking other racially motivated actions will be acceptable. People suffer from other peoples actions and can be the victims like the son in the story. He was hurt to hear his father be called George knowing that that was not his name he didn’t understand why Mr. Wilson couldn’t just call him by his real name. The father might have not done anything wrong to Mr. Wilson either but because he was colored Mr. Wilson automatically categorized him as “George.” It’s sad to know that there are actually ignorant people like Mr. Wilson out there to this day. They don’t wait to meet a person before they make an assumption about them; people know it as “judging a book by its cover.” I just can’t understand why even though the father was the only colored person in town that could actually eat in the corner store his real name is not known. It seems weird to me that his character is special and treated differently but yet at the same time he is not treated differently.