Culture Reflective Essay

what is culture? Culture is me Remembering when the downy hair on the back of him, the throbbing pulse of his purr as you scratch his body, the squishy feeling in a paper towel as I had to pick up his morning hair on my bed as he goes lays down for his morning nap. What am I talking about, hold on let’s go to the beginning of all this? Dig Doge as the bell goes three more times like it does every day I don’t think anyone really likes the bell, as I walk in the locker room after a long day of p.e having to do 10 pushups is a nuff but having to do 50 to past your test that is just out rages I get to my locker walking over there like a bag full of sweat I open my locker with that creaking sound that I just might think it just me thinking that …show more content…
As I’m thinking of this there goes my dog no Brice get over here I yelled a few times, he is running the oppist way of the dog ok I’m thinking is he afraid of the dog or is he going to attack that dog not knowing what to do I chested after him after 30 min of running up and down the streets and in the woods and out I could not find him it was getting late I just had to give up tell the next mooring yes I was very worried about him yet there had been no risk off anyone not knowing who he is or who he belongs to he was very hyper and energetic when he ran as fast as he did that would have been good to know. the struggle just got real I get to my house knock on the door twice before my mom answers the door did you find brace no mom did not I just don’t want to talk about it no trying to sound like I was mad or I was upset but it got to around 11:39 when I look at my clock I walk over to the end of my bed pulled my blankets over to the left of me thinking how could I have lost the dog the first day I got him and how could a little thing like that get away from me like that dam I know I should have not have took him off that leash and had listened to my mom and my