Despite the four layers of socks my feet are still cold as I pad out to the garage to grab my boots. The question of the morning is; high rubber boots with the liners that sometimes gives me blisters, or the trusted ankle boots that just don't insulate as well anymore? I grab the low boots; I don't feel like blisters on such a damn cold day. I scratch my head, my fingers sliding through my hair; greasier than normal. I pull it back with ease, no knots to delay the process. It was a no- shower morning; I was only going to get dirtier anyway. I pulled on the boots laboriously due to the addition of socks and laced them, barely able to tie a bow at the end. Grabbing my coat I walk out of the garage and out to my car (that I had actually remembered to start that morning) waiting for me in the driveway.
As opened the driver's side door still laden with ice my mother sticks her head out the front door, and breaking the tranquility of the morning yells, "You want me to pack you some lunch?" I just give her a toothy smile that doesn't spread to my eyes and say no through clenched teeth. .
Finally out of the cold and into my car, my sanctuary. The green digital dashboard illuminates my greasy hair and muck-stained clothing as I reach for the radio dial. Flipping through the stations I stop when I hear my friend Josh's voice. I ask myself when he started working the morning shift at the station. He hates anything before 11 am. So, 8 o"clock on a weekend is unheard of for him. I smile while he tells me of the days events in his very "college-radio" voice. He speaks to me, raspy from a late night and not quite as confident as the shock jocks on the big shot stations. I hear him trying desperately to support his sound and add colorful inflection as he reports the ice advisory for later this week. I smile thinking that I know that kid behind the microphone, I have even kissed him. I pull "in and down" on my gearshift.
Introduction The following essay will discuss the topic of stereotyping, and how it affects society when practiced. What is stereotyping, and what are the causes? Is it related to instinct? These questions will be put reason, based on fact. When the facts have been made clear, a valid opinion re...
Water Fountain The Dixie Sate College campus is neither new nor old. It has seen its share of new and old students come and go. Nothing in particular stands out or falls into the shadows of another. The campus has its own sense of style with its green grass everywhere, and the matching bricks found on every building. Walking through the Dixie campus one would surely feel at home and welcome. ...
Walking home I see my house standing among all the other houses in my street. I hear the sound of school buses stopping and going through out the rest of my neighborhood, and other cars zooming around the streets. As I walk up the driveway leading to my house, I see the tree in my front yard, proudly standing tall. The trees branches reach out wide as if they were marking their territory, and the freshly cutgrass beneath it reaching up toward it. As I walk along a small sidewalk outlined with bricks leading to my front door, I see two flower gardens on either side. ...
