Patrick Donohue
Dr. Ellis
Understanding Literature
23 October 2013
iExamen
2
My
alarm sounded sharply 8:00am on Sunday, October 20th. The smell of bacon filled the room, and as I
stumbled down the stairs the smell got stronger and stronger. Reaching the kitchen I found my mother and
father preparing my last home-cooked breakfast for about a month. My sister and I both came home for the
weekend and my parents were trying their best to make sure I received enough
home cooked meals while home. Both my
mom and dad greeted me by a kiss to the forehead. We sat at the kitchen table, like we had down
for thousands of meals before, and talked about our plans for the day. My plans included sitting around in sweats
until it was time me to begin the four-hour drive back to Baltimore.
I
tried my best to communicate in a kind, useful, and true manner. After breakfast my plans changed as I was
told I would be visiting my grandparents.
I joyfully agreed, as I do not get to spend much time with them as I am
at school for 8 months of the year. My
grandparents always ask about my grades and how I was situated down at school,
unlike the times before I was unable to embellish my grades and truthfully told
them my B average. They commended me for
working so hard and were proud of me. I
thought to myself wow that was refreshing
telling the truth and being applauded for it, that felt nice. My time with them was pleasant and
refreshing, I could not ask for a better time.
I realized while
communicating with my mother, many details I usually include needed to be
omitted as I was making an effort to make my day a positive one and not dwell
on negatives, like some of the events that occurred the night before with my
friends. Another act that I could not do was exaggerate any stories I had and
tell how it was. It seemed to be dull
and boring, that is not to say that my life is overly boring, but just
normal. My usual course of action is to
embellish some details from the night before to one up on of my friends. Many of us have a competitive nature like
this and we consider it an unspoken ritual.
Upon returning to
the dorms, my roommates and I sat down and we spoke of what we had done over
the weekend and the traffic we encountered. The day was coming to a close and
refreshing idea that came back to my mind was that I did not have to impress
anyone with anything that I did. My
conversations over the past twelve hours were truthful and from the heart and I
had nothing to hide. It has always been
said that a little white lie would never hurt anyone, but from what I found
little white lies don’t matter and people around you who care for you will take
the good and the bad of you.
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