Food pantry
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As we walked into the well done church empty except for the basement teeming with life a food pantry of people all in discolored clothes with different needs and wants. I was uncomfortable and anxious I talked to a lady who loved to talk about her life and had so many stories that they seemed to be fake. As i walk into the pantry a man with is 6 kids pick out food exchanging various amounts of banter rummaging around. I felt so bad there was no mother with them I started to see more and more things that seemed like hard lives. The antics of everyone scurrying around. All of the families left with a bunch of food leaving the pantry still bountiful with a glut of ready made meals. As they start to check out out of the pantry I gingerly start to open aldi plastic bags. They seem appy even though their rough conditions and hard times and seeming to be angry parents. I smile …show more content…
I could tell my name was coming Smith…. Sydney Starbright instead of, Sidney Stabreit. It was Integrated math with Mrs Cellino and I wanted her to read my name and for everyone to forget I was just another Sydney. To make matters worse she tried to say my name and that's when it started people started to call me Sydney Starburst or Sydney Starbright . Up until this time I loved my name Sydney it was cute and short and no one else had it I felt special like a snowflake. Of course there were at least five other sydney's and I felt like a copy and a wanna be. I made some friends but not any good ones it seemed like they felt bad that I was so scared. One person started talking to me I didn’t know had to think she was so much batter a person than me so I would just shrug them off because it didn't seem real. Two groups of people the ones that were too comfortable with where they were and the ones that were so uncomfortable that they disappeared and I was like the invisible
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As we walked into the well done church empty except for the basement teeming with life a food pantry of people all in discolored clothes with different needs and wants. I was uncomfortable and anxious I talked to a lady who loved to talk about her life and had so many stories that they seemed to be fake. As i walk into the pantry a man with is 6 kids pick out food exchanging various amounts of banter rummaging around. I felt so bad there was no mother with them I started to see more and more things that seemed like hard lives. The antics of everyone scurrying around. All of the families left with a bunch of food leaving the pantry still bountiful with a glut of ready made meals. As they start to check out out of the pantry I gingerly start to open aldi plastic bags. They seem appy even though their rough conditions and hard times and seeming to be angry parents. I smile …show more content…
I could tell my name was coming Smith…. Sydney Starbright instead of, Sidney Stabreit. It was Integrated math with Mrs Cellino and I wanted her to read my name and for everyone to forget I was just another Sydney. To make matters worse she tried to say my name and that's when it started people started to call me Sydney Starburst or Sydney Starbright . Up until this time I loved my name Sydney it was cute and short and no one else had it I felt special like a snowflake. Of course there were at least five other sydney's and I felt like a copy and a wanna be. I made some friends but not any good ones it seemed like they felt bad that I was so scared. One person started talking to me I didn’t know had to think she was so much batter a person than me so I would just shrug them off because it didn't seem real. Two groups of people the ones that were too comfortable with where they were and the ones that were so uncomfortable that they disappeared and I was like the invisible