I Went to College :: Personal Narrative Essays

Narrative - I Went to CollegeWell, wish her good constituent for me. I state.Oh. Its none of it luck. Shes got the Lords blessing, and shes all right with that. Theres no luck involved.I muttered a reply and walked away. Grandmothers. You just cant say anything to shake their confidence in their grandchildren. This one was trying to get to band battalion by selling her artwork. It was clearly work by a fourteen-year-old, scarcely it showed talent and promise. At five dollars a write, it wasnt too expensive. Of course, I can get a print of Escher for five dollars. She clearly likes flowers, thats for sure. She must have painted these in art class there is a definite progression in her skill. The lumpily-colored frog looks reasonably sad, but the lighthouse painting displays detail and careful effort in the lighting. Oh. theres her picture. Nice smile. This average-looking fourteen year old girl expects to pay for band camp by selling five dollar prints of amateur artwork. Wow. T hey were out of prints of several paintings already. If I wanted one that wasnt in the box, I could special order one. basketball team dollars. She plays multiple band instruments, with names Grandma doesnt remember.Talent and promise. I know what those are. I once showed talent and promise, back when I was fourteen. I played the trumpet, but I never went to band camp. I was too busy cultivating my stage magic and juggling skills, showing first hints of competence in computer programme, and let go of my obesity through rigorous physical exercise. I wonder what my Grandma said back then.There was a age that I said opportunity is my currency. Although I started out at a hardware store, I picked up a few programming jobs, started an Internet publication, and began and independent consultant programming job. Talent was my middle name, and Promise was the name of the pen I signed it with. I was going to live comfortably, maybe even have enough gold to help my brother out his medical costs are very high. I joined a local community band.She wants to become a rhetorical scientist. There you go, folks. Kids watch a television show about forensic scientists, and suddenly everyone wants to lead the exciting life of sorting through the physical cadaver of dead people and writing reports about it. On the other hand, maybe she can use her future skills to figure out what ever happened to me by the time she graduates, I might well be dead.