Meal Time

My story. The smell of garlic, lemon juice, just satiating on the rack of meat.  The peeling of potatoes slicing and dicing to icy bity piece, polled into the pot filled with boiling water.  Added to the stove full of food, blazed the fire to a high temperature.  Corn pudding bubbling in the over giving it a nice caramel topping.  Everything smells so good doorbell rings, my uncle at the door with goo yummy, bubbling mac and cheese, every cheese you can think of is in the mac and cheese. My Dog Nike jump all over my uncle to get the mac and cheese.  The ham glazed over with brown sugar and sugared goodness; I can’t wait to dig in.  Broccoli and greens beans, sweet potatoes, veering are making my mouth water I just can’t wait to eat.  CSI playing, Nike scooping out the area to see if he can get a piece of something.  Waited so long for this day 40 days to be exact to eat meat, and my favorite meat was prepared lamb.  Everyone joining hands before we can eat my mom said the pray to buss the flood, that, and us we are all together and also for Jesus Christ dying on the cross of our sins. 

My partners story. This dinner that I was apart of yesterday on a Sunday it was very yummier.  We were all starving waiting and telling watch other about where is the bread sticks and salad.  There were some laughs and good times talking about the movie the Sitter and how funny it was and epically the little girl with here phases and singing.  The cheaper by the dozen family was seated and we all paid attention very closest but not very sure why.  Then the little girl stated to talk about a big guy with tattoos and we all started to laugh, but just from that phase it was pretty funny I was guess.  Then my baby mac and cheese and baby broccoli but very good.

There was a party, just a bloody knife hanging from the man's arm, eye level, His Mom and Dad were holding hands, running.  Three years old child, in Brooklyn.  This memory stands, forty years later.

He is stetted behind a pegboard desk in the middle of a furniture less living room, his lives on 41 Bartlett Street, Williamsburg, Brooklyn, and his neighbor Mrs. Ashell lives nearby, and his Dad is walking in with a roll of linoleum.  A three year olds memory of affluence: but a step up from the storefront flat.

He is walking from Bartlett to Jogn Lee's hand laundry, but alone.  He is about four rears old.  He is walking from Bartlett to somewhere near the Myrtle Ave el.  He was the shortest person on the street corners.  He was the only one eating for the light to turn green.  He can't recall of anyone asking where his Mommy is.

Pg. 201 An American of Color.
IF I the mode of entering is voluntary, then it shouldn't be that great enough because its a threat to a group of people the majority.  My race should become a factor, and the numbers can be legally controlled by the man.

Minorities are more looked down because of their color of their skins.  In which some have grown up in towns were they have been looked down or not acknowledged at all.  This story is talking about a boy that had troubles in Brooklyn a city in New York.  He was an "A" student, he talks about languages.  They are not American but no Puerto Ricans their because of the color and not growing up in there on area.

Writing is a way to express your feeling, emotion, and creation. IT is endless until you have nothing else to write about till someone gives you an idea or something to think about.

I don't like writing because of the grammar, format, and putting all you ideas together. I like to free hand because I can jump around to random ideas and then come back to them whenever I want to.

All about me.

Hi my name is Ariel, and I am a Chemical Bimolecular Engineer.  I know you might be like wow, but its only interesting to me because its chemicals and have to do with medicine.   I plan to attend medical school after undergrad.  But about myself, I’m a very athletic, outgoing, determined, and fun person.  I’m really a gym rat I’m at ping literally everyday unless I am very worried about a test that I need to study for.  I love to run, play basketball, swim, and snowboard I live my life to the extreme.  If someone is better then my I strive to be better, everything is a challenge in my mind and I have to over come it no matter what it is.  I have an obsession over unique socks of different colors and patterns.  I love animals especial dogs, I have a black lab at home his name is Nike.  Well these are some fun facts about me. (: