Jahbrill Washington
Eng100 03/28/17 Game Night Saturday morning roughly around 8am , waking up to the smell of turkey bacon in the air. My eye fighting to stay close but if this was a school day the shoe would of been on the other foot. Guess as a lil boy it's just natural to get up early on Saturday. As my eyes opening my first seen was towards the television. My favorite cartoon was on dragon ball z. I was tempted to watch the episode but knowing my big brother was up from all the sound he made running down the stair. I know its was matter of time my share of bacon was going to be gone. Around this time my cousin was staying with us. Him and his dad had disagree so my mom let him stay with us. She was big on family and sticking together. We all sitting at the wooden round table. Passing the half of gallon orange juice. Mom did her thing in the kitchen. She made her famous blueberry pancake , turkey bacon , cheese eggs , and cheese grits with extra butler and shrimps.. We had some small conversations between each bite of food. My brother was the first one asking for seconding like always. Surprisingly my brother Jahbar wasn’t fat but he can eat you out of a home. Jahbar and I had the same mom and dad. We was four years apart. A lot of people said we look like. I never saw it until later when i got older. Jahbar had long black curly hair. Most of the time his hair was braid back like Allen Iverson. He was pretty tall for his age. A lot of my mom's friends call him Rick Fox. At that time I did not know who he was. My mom always the last one to sit down and enjoy her cooking. Always wondering did she love her meal as much we do. Everyone will get seconding but her. My older cousin T Bone was the first to get done and clean off his plate. We barely spend time with him because his work schedule. I assume he was saving up to get his own apartment. Today was his day off on both jobs and today was game night. After breakfast mom reminded me its was my turn to pick the game. She know I never forget when it's my turn. I pick the same game every chance I get. Monopoly was mine game. I was the best if you ask me. As a young boy I always was fascinating with money. How paper can change your life for the better or worst. On the other hand if it's my turn to pick the game than I had to wash the dishes. I did not mind washing the plate , cups and the eating utensils. I dislike the pots and pans especially with the cheese grits. Its was a pain in the but getting the grits. Finally done with the dishes and my t- shirt soaking wet. Sound like nobody in the bathroom perfect time to get my day started. I know i had to move quickly because any moment I can miss my opening. Flying up the steps , drove in the bathroom with a sigh of relief. To see Jahbar using the toilet. “Get out of the bathroom dirty” said Jahbar. “You smell like a zoo keeper” I respond quickly. “Mooom” he scream. Bang! For the door I just slammed. Still go this wet t-shirt on so i walk to my bedroom. Throw the shirt in the closet lay down in the bed. Laying there looking at the ceilings fan feeling i was going in the dimension. Don't remember exactly what I was thinking but I know i was at peace. “Boy get your lazy butt up” said mom. “Im up, waiting for Jahbar to get out the bathroom” I said. “He been outside playing football for less 30mins now” mom said. I must really went to sleep and I did not even know. “Get up and clean this room before you get in the shower. You hear me?” she ask. “Yes mom” I said in the best way. While I’m picking up three weeks old socks and whatever else on my floor. Wondering why she always ask do we hear me. I’m not deaf. I was fast at cleaning my room or making it like clean. I didn't know the difference between the two. Game night with the family was a joyful moment. Night that nothing matter but being with your family. I don't know where the tradition started from but i know i did not never wanna it to end. The celling light was on just enough to see what's going on. Never know who up to no good on game night. Everybody wanna to win but only one can. The fan was blowing on low speed do not need the money blowing away. Mom was the banker, she was the only one we can trust. The game always was slow in the begin. At the right time everybody would had a spark to life. At this time i wish we had a camera to hold on to the moment forever. Wish I can tell my mom grandkids about the queen who lights my day and night. Hear my brother tell them stories about how we grew up. Now i see its wasn’t about who win or lose. I can see the bigger picture mom just wanna the family together. You don’t know when it's your last day waking up to your family turkey bacon smell. Assignment page Hiraeth Narrative
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Jahbrill Washington Eng100 03/28/17 Dance with My Father” is the title of the track Luther Vandross write with the help Richard Marx. Vandross wrote this song based on this personal experience. Its heart touching lyrics recall childhood memories with Vandross' father, who used to dance with him and his mother. “Back when I was a child before life removed all the innocence my father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me” a quote from the song. His father, Luther Vandross Sr who died due to complications of diabetes. Vandross was seven when his father died. When you listen to you song you can see where i can make the connection to hiraeth. Its a place Luther wish he can go back to but never will. Jahbrill Washington
Eng100 03/28/17 Saturday Morning Saturday morning roughly around 8 am , waking up to the smell of turkey bacon in the air. My eye fighting to stay close but if this was a school day the shoe would of been on the other foot. Guess as a little boy it's just natural to get up early on Saturday. As my eyes opening my first seen was towards the television. My favorite cartoon was on Dragon Ball Z. I was tempted to watch the episode but knowing my big brother was up from all the sound he made running down the stair. I know its was matter of time my share of bacon was going to be gone. Around this time my cousin was staying with us. Him and his dad had disagree so my mom let him stay with us. She was big on family and sticking together. We all sitting at the wooden round table. Passing the half of gallon orange juice. Mom did her thing in the kitchen. She made her famous blueberry pancake , turkey bacon , cheese eggs , and cheese grits with extra butler and shrimps.. We had some small conversations between each bite of food. My brother was the first one asking for seconding like always. Surprisingly my brother Jahbar wasn’t fat but he can eat you out of a home. Jahbar and I had the same mom and dad. We was four years apart. A lot of people said we look like. I never saw it until later when i got older. Jahbar had long black curly hair. Most of the time his hair was braid back like Allen Iverson. He was pretty tall for his age. A lot of my mom's friends call him Rick Fox. At that time I did not know who he was. My mom always the last one to sit down and enjoy her cooking. Always wondering did she love her meal as much we do. Everyone will get seconding but her. My older cousin T Bone was the first to get done and clean off his plate. We barely spend time with him because he work schedule. I assume he was saving up to get his own apartment. Today was his day off on both jobs and today was game night. Assignment page Hiraeth Narrative I did not have an initial understanding of the word hiraeth. My first time of hearing the word hiraeth was the first day of class. I did what anybody would do if they did not know a word. After I read the Wikipedia meaning of hiraeth , I had a better understanding on the project itself. I would like to write about the sadness over the losting my mom. Hey mama, I don't know where to start at. Their are so many thing I want to tell and ask you. Let start by telling you I’m sorry. I been acting like fool , but I did keep my promise that I was going back to school. I got my G.E.D seven years on the same month we went our separate way. Right now I’m enrolled in Delaware County Community College. My major is engineer. You always said I was good at math just like you. I remember you said you went to Winder so I just might follow your footsteps. Its sad Jada and Logan Washington will never meet the best grandma ever. I know they would of love you. Me and Jada was talking about you the other day. She saw a picture of you on my wall. You know how kids are asking 21 questions and more. I was happy to tell her about you. I know recent years you wanna to whoop my butt. I’m sorry for how I was acting in the past but as you can see I’m on the right track mom. I still make mistake some bigger than other. I just want to let you know I think about you everyday and night. P.S Thankful for all the blessing you send my way even if I didn’t follow thru with it. My dream is to become a mechanical engineer. Ever since I was a child I will rebuild thing such as cd player and ect. I have enjoyed building things. Engineering would let me express my love for creating things, and allow me to apply my science and math skills. A lot of people ask me why mechanical engineer for your major. First of all I love learn math and science. You get the opportunity to create something will be used by other and that’s the greatest joy. Mechanical engineer is the second branch of engineering. My career options are open even after I graduate. You can learn how to design and make thing from a safety pin to a spacecraft. Get paid handsomely after gaining a few years experience. I can see myself working for small firm. Roughly 20 people working at the build. Starting work around 8 or 9am. Working as a team to get the project done on time. Everybody idea get hear. Will build a long term relationship with co-worker. Get the chance to learn from all my co-worker. Less we got to put in overtime to get the project done we will get off at 5pm. My family will be so proud of me. Career that pay well and I love doing is a plus. It can be hard to focus on the work in front of you. Especially when it’s something you don’t want to do. Unfortunately, even a quick distraction like a text message can mess up your writing process. Carolyn Chute describe about a average day of her life in the article “How Can You Create Fiction When Reality Comes to Call (Carolyn Chute) ” A lot of student face the same problem when it coming down to writing a essay or just doing homework. The main problem student face is distractions. The question is how to stop distractions. I believed you can't stop distraction. You can try your best to avoid them but something or someone going to come while you are trying to get your work done. My main two distractions are Jada and Logan Washington. If they don't want something, they are arguing about something. That means I have to stop doing work and handle their needs. If my kids not bothering me than my phone is ringing. Probably one of my friends need help or want to socialize about something that's not important. Last but least never failed me, my girlfriend complaining about I don't show her enough attention. If she not talking about that. It's about some drama at work. Do I believe I can become a better writer ? Yes, I believe I can get better at anything if I practice. Reading and writing more should bring the best out of me and learning new words. I read this unique article "6 Ways to Be a Hemingway-Level Productive Badass (Drake Baer)” In this article gave me the idea to list six steps to be a better writer and avoid distractions.
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Eng100 03/28/17 In Joan Didion essay “Why I Write” she describes the way she write and why. She stole the title from George Orwell. Didion describes “In my way writing is the act of saying, of imposing oneself upon other people,of saying listen to me, see it my way, change your mind.” Listen I’m Joan Didion meaning I'm not writing to get anything published. When I was younger and still right now I hate writing and reading. I use many forms of writing ,texting , typing, and writing some down on a paper. I would like to tell you how writing help me a lot one time of my life. November 2015 can't remember the exact date. I was going 3 months without talking to my family. Roughly 3 weeks without on a minute conversation with anybody. At this point of I read everything i had in my room. My imagination was crazy. To be real I was feeling bit crazy. I was flipping my mattress around when I saw a note pad. I forgot all about this note pad of mines. When I saw this i feel like a kid in a candy store. Immediately I stop what i was doing and starting to thinking about this story. I had so many ideas didn't know where to start at. Finally I arrange my ideas in order the best way I could. Now I find a hobby that will keep me occupied. Time was flying because if i wasn't writing i was thinking about what i'm going to write. what new character to put in the story. Why I write? 2015 of November I was writing just to be heard. |
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