Personal Narrative: Diana Shop

After a long day of school, all I really want to do is curl up into my bed with the christmas lights twinkling up above me, a bowl of cheerios, a pile of blankets, my dog, and access to Netflix at my fingertips. Instead of living out my dreams of getting a good night sleep, I change into my work clothes, pull up my hair, put on my name tag, and drive over to Bakers Square (the lack of apostrophe in my place of works name bugs me too). Greeting customers with a smile and a sparkly attitude is harder to do when you’ve been up for 15 hours, on your second cup of coffee, and while you’re still thinking about what the heck you’re going to write about in your first English paper of the year. It’s hard to do, but I do. Not always because I want to, …show more content…
It’s honestly the oddest experience to watch Diana shop. Upon first walking in, she’ll look around with a clutched purse. Looking up and down all of the shelves, she’s very clearly on a mission. After about ten minutes of looking, she’ll eagerly grab a novel that’s caught her eye. The smile on her lip only grows and grows as the reads the back of it, only becoming more attached to the book-- until she sees the price tag. For a moment she’ll think about it. Make a pro and con list that usually sounds something like “Pro: I want it. Con: Money”. My mom taught me from a young age: Major in what makes you money, then do what you love on the side until it can become your full time job. I’ve never fought her on that. As much as I wanted to be a pop star like Hannah Montana when I was nine, I have a much firmer grasp on making enough money to survive now that I’m slightly more mature. A few years back, I found a spoken word poem called A Letter to My Sixteen Year Old Self by George Watsky, a poem I still listen to today. One line of his stuck with me all those years ago and I have not been able to shake it off me. “I’m aware there is doubt. I don’t believe in hell, but I believe in my parents