A popular island, always filled with familiar faces wherever you go, picturesque towns and fashionable boutiques. That was my home called Staten Island. I grew up in Eltingville, a town located in the middle of the island which was very convenient for me who had friends from all towns. I grew up in a modern house with walls of neutral colors and a stoned fireplace, in the middle of my living room was my mother’s favorite orange couches. I am the only girl among three crazy brothers, one older brother named Connor and two younger brothers named Devin and Gerard. So yes, I guess you can say I was the princess of the house and was a tad bit spoiled. Some people even called me the princess of Staten Island, I loved it. Between my friends, my
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A typical college student was unpacked, taken out for lunch and dropped off. The way things happened in my family, nothing was typical everything was complicated to an extreme level. My boyfriend and brothers walked up and down Rippie Hall’s tremendous staircase several times carrying all my belongings. My Madre unpacked everything and began to decorate. As this occurred I was sitting down drinking water because it was extremely hot, and because I was the princess of the family. It was a quarter past four and I was beyond starving. As hungry as I was, I was dreading dinner. Not because Bronxville has bad food, because I knew it was going to be the last time I was eating dinner with my family for a while. My family made plans and we were going to meet at Pipers Kilt down on WhitePlains Rd, I got to choose the restaurant because it was my day. As I said before, nothing is typical or smooth for my family. It was a project to get to Pipers Kilt. My Madre told me to park next to her in this hidden driveway. Driving past it seven times, my brothers began to scream at me telling me to turn right, turn left and my Madre was calling me screaming at me to hurry up. Finally we arrive and I took my Jeep keys and double clicked locking my car. We walked in and the tall waiter, very nice, sat us all the way in the back at a circular table. We all sat down and read the
A typical college student was unpacked, taken out for lunch and dropped off. The way things happened in my family, nothing was typical everything was complicated to an extreme level. My boyfriend and brothers walked up and down Rippie Hall’s tremendous staircase several times carrying all my belongings. My Madre unpacked everything and began to decorate. As this occurred I was sitting down drinking water because it was extremely hot, and because I was the princess of the family. It was a quarter past four and I was beyond starving. As hungry as I was, I was dreading dinner. Not because Bronxville has bad food, because I knew it was going to be the last time I was eating dinner with my family for a while. My family made plans and we were going to meet at Pipers Kilt down on WhitePlains Rd, I got to choose the restaurant because it was my day. As I said before, nothing is typical or smooth for my family. It was a project to get to Pipers Kilt. My Madre told me to park next to her in this hidden driveway. Driving past it seven times, my brothers began to scream at me telling me to turn right, turn left and my Madre was calling me screaming at me to hurry up. Finally we arrive and I took my Jeep keys and double clicked locking my car. We walked in and the tall waiter, very nice, sat us all the way in the back at a circular table. We all sat down and read the