Guessing game of my love: food!

The cook I work with made it for me with a side order. It was very crunchy, slightly salty, and creamily sweet with bitter vegetables poking out. This meal reminded me of a particular holiday. The crumbs from my deliberate biting fell to the plate. The red sauce squeezed out as I pressed my meal together. I dipped my side order into a mildly sweet sauce from a bottle. I ended up chewing on the last bit of thickly sliced meat and that was all she wrote.

Closed

I'm so upset that the high school I attended will be closing. There's even Facebook groups dedicated to keep it open. I was notified of meetings earlier this year where former students were in attendance to voice their opinion. I've heard it will be closing anyway.

I'd like to see the school decrease the enrollment rate to compare to the amount of graduates each year.

This disappoints me that it will close, but it doesn't surprise me. When I was a senior, the school definitely changed. The hallways were louder because of the younger students, the hallways were always littered with kids and security officers. The didn't seem to be an end to it. They were looked at as loud and rambunctious, without cause.

It's Elementary, Watson

What I liked about elementary school was that it was not my zone school, but I was allowed to attend anyway since my grandmother was a teacher there. I liked that people would recognize me for many different things, including this.

I lived in her house, so it was easy for us to arrive in the morning. We drove the 45 minutes to the South Ozone Park location. I became familiar with her fellow teachers and their grandchildren. I liked that she called the kids her own, but I knew there was no way I could feel jealous or neglected. I was so small growing up, that she sent the older kids for me after school or just whenever she needed me. At that age, we didn't look much alike, but she always introduced me to others proudly.

School Times

In junior and high school, I hated waking up so early. I mean, I guess us students had it kind of easy compared to the teachers. In my world, waking up at 6:30 a.m. was the end of the world. It was easy to tell that I'm a night person. I would stay up late on the phone or watching t.v. All through school, I had not paid attention to time management. That helped me become the procrastinating student I am today. I can say that I'm working on it since a few years ago. In high school, I was late for my first period probably 80% of the time. I would have still been getting ready for school by the time I was supposed to leave. An ideal time to start school probably would have been 8:30 or 9 a.m. I wonder who came up with these hours anyway.

It was interesting that I lived 30 minutes away from the high school when traveling on the bus and walking distance.

Immigrants, Students, College,Funding, Citizenship

http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/04/22/undocumented.students/

I don't know many facts when it comes to immigrants and funding their educations and activities. From the recording we heard in class regarding the topic, it seems that these girls might have searched for options to get into college if they had the knowledge of what they were missing and how it would affect their future. Lacking certain documents could hold someone back from the opportunities available to Americans.

The fact that these girls want to go and work hard to go is impressive and helps others appreciate the value of determination and education.

Worst Job

For me, it didn't get any worse than a customer service representative position at Domino's Pizza. My best friend and I met there in the summer of 2005. I was 19-20 years old. We had a great time getting to know each other there and laughing about every little thing.

There were a few perks to the job. We were allowed to create our own little pizzas, have breaks, phone calls, and leniency as far as prompt arrival to work. It seemed the worst because of the way all of the workers were treated at times by some of the customers and the general manager. Sometimes we were yelled at, cursed out, thought to be stupid, called liars by the callers. Then, our manager talked to us like we were less than others when he was upset with us or we screwed something up. It was like a twisted family, like he's an uncle taking care of two sisters. We had to argue over our hours to make sure they were accurate, just a mess. It was easy to tell that we were overqualified.

Lying With The Eyes

I believe that people know how to lie with their eyes. It sounds good but you can’t always tell who is honest by searching their eyes. I was watching a t.v. show when someone had to commit to a statement which kept him from going to jail. He spoke to his old friend who was an officer of the law and the officer vouched for him as a testimony or alibi. In the end, the truth came to light about who committed the crime and it was indeed, the lying eyes person. When people try to portray innocent to people close to them, it's a shame to see the dishonesty. Some thing has probably given them away but maybe it wasn't conspicuous enough. Either way, I think that people can lie to anyone if they had enough conviction to do so. This makes me think of when I hear about people not being able to control certain body functions which could give reason to doubt them, such as: an eye twitch, averting the eyes, touching the nose, fumbling the fingers, twisting words around.