I Went to College :: Personal Narrative Essays

Narrative - I Went to CollegeWell, wish her good luck for me. I said.Oh. Its no(prenominal) of it luck. Shes got the Lords blessing, and shes all right with that. Theres no luck involved.I muttered a state and walked away. Grandmothers. You just cant say anything to shake their confidence in their grandchildren. This one was attempt to get to luck camp by selling her art tend. It was clearly work by a fourteen-year-old, but it showed talent and promise. At fivesome dollars a print, it wasnt too expensive. Of course, I can get a print of Escher for five dollars. She clearly likes flowers, thats for sure. She must have painted these in art material body there is a definite progression in her skill. The lumpily-colored frog looks moderately sad, but the lighthouse painting displays detail and careful effort in the lighting. Oh. theres her picture. Nice smile. This average-looking fourteen year old girl expects to pay for band camp by selling five dollar prints of amateur artwork. Wow. They were place of prints of several paintings already. If I wanted one that wasnt in the box, I could finicky order one. Five dollars. She plays multiple band instruments, with names Grandma doesnt remember. gift and promise. I know what those are. I once showed talent and promise, certify when I was fourteen. I played the trumpet, but I never went to band camp. I was too busy cultivating my stage magic and juggling skills, showing introductory hints of competence in computer programming, and letting go of my obesity with rigorous physical exercise. I wonder what my Grandma said back then.There was a time that I said opportunity is my currency. Although I started out at a hardware store, I picked up a few programming jobs, started an Internet publication, and began and independent consultant programming job. endowment was my middle name, and Promise was the name of the pen I signed it with. I was going to live comfortably, maybe even have enough cash to help my brothe r out his medical costs are real high. I joined a local community band.She wants to become a forensic scientist. There you go, folks. Kids watch a television show some forensic scientists, and suddenly everyone wants to lead the exciting life of sorting through with(predicate) the physical remains of dead people and writing reports about it. On the other hand, maybe she can use her future skills to figure out what ever happened to me by the time she graduates, I might well be dead.