Spanish Narrative

One morning I woke up at home to the buzzer that is sounded at a basketball game. Not only did this horrifying sound wake me up, but it also made me fall out of bed and onto floor. I did not think that my day could get any worse, but this was just the beginning. As I opened my door to go to the bathroom, I was hit with a wall of the stench that reeks from the lunchroom bathroom at Council Rock South. I never thought in a million years that this dreadful stench could ever plague my own home. Because it was beautiful Sunday morning, I went for a walk with my dog Benji. About halfway through the walk, Benji decided to squat and there was nothing that I could do about it. I needed to pick up the droppings with a plastic bag, which is something I think about in my worst nightmares. As Benji and I were on our way back home I threw the bag of dog waste in the trash can outside of the Stein’s house. Boy was I glad to get rid of it, but it reminded me …show more content…
I was a horrible procrastinator in high school. The project that I put off this time was a Spanish research project on the history of clothing in Spanish speaking countries. I would not have had a problem with the project if I did not come to the realization that most of the clothing worn in Spanish speaking countries is orange. I never could stand the color orange because it reminded me of when I got orange peels stuck under my fingernails as a child. My fingers would smell like oranges for days on end after peeling an orange.
Well, that was the day from hell that stood out from me during high school. Now that I am a graduated college student, many of my pet peaves have changed. I still cannot stand taking out the trash or the color orange, but I am now a different person. As I go on in life, I expect that I will have many things that I will be drawn to, and many other things that will get under my