|Writing Portfolio: Five Essays on America|
One day when I was at home, I wondered exactly how did my parents meet. So I walked downstairs and into the living room. I saw my parents watching t.v. I told them that I had a question for them. I asked them how did they end up meeting each other. So they told me to sit down and told me the story.
My mom told me that when she was working at Bank of Boston in Dorchester, she took care of lots of customers. Anyone who had a problem with their bank account would go to her, because she was the head teller. So one day at a man, my father, came and went to one of the tellers at the Bank of Boston. He was cashing his check when he saw a woman, not my mom, at the customer service desk. He asked the teller for her number, but the teller accidentally gave him my mom’s number. When my dad left, my mom asked the teller who that guy was, so she told my mom who he was.
Later that night, my mom got a phone call, and it was him. They talked for awhile and they realized that they liked each other. So they decided to go out on a date. They went on a date to a Spanish restaurant and found out that they had lots in common, like they both came from a different country when they were young. After a couple more dates they realized that they loved each other. They are now a happily married couple. Ever so often they think back to the day they met, they thought that if the teller gave my dad the right number, they would have never met. Now they think of that teller as a cupid.
After I heard this story, it made me wonder. I was wondering how two people can meet each other doing everyday things like working. But I think that fate leads you in the right direction to meet the perfect person in your life. This also shows love can happen at any moment.
Trees are used for lots of things that we use in our everyday lives. Things such as desks, furniture, pencils, paper, and wood for a fire place. I noticed one particular tree in front of my house. This tree is very unappreciated because noone even notices that its even there. For twelve days I was an observer. As Ralph Waldo Emerson said, "I became a transparent eyeball; I see all, the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me." I observed many changes in this tree for the days I observed it and many things changed. The colors on the leaves changed, and many of them fell off. This tree and many like this, should be appreciated for all the accessories that they make.
This place of nature is a part of America because many trees helped build houses so that America can be a strong country. People don’t realize this and that is why trees aren’t appreciated. When you see a tree, you never really take time to think of its importance, and how its useful in your everyday lives. I realized this when I was outside one day and looked up at my tree in my front yard. It was just standing there unappreciated. From time to time someone would drive by or walk by without looking up and appreciating the tree for being there. I mean these people don’t realize that trees like this one are very important.
In the winter, we chop down trees and use the wood to heat up a fire place to keep a household warm. In the summer, when the temperature rises, and the sun is hot, you can use a tree to stay in the shade to keep cool. Also, alot of furniture that we use are made of wood, like there desks that we use to write on. Even paper like this one comes from trees, like the one in my front yard so that I could look up at the tree for a couple of days, and see what would happen to this unappreciated piece of nature.
On the first day, I went outside on my steps and looked at the tree for a little while. I saw that some of the leaves were yellow and some were falling to the ground,evidence that fall is here. So I kept observing and saw an old couple walking by. They walked down the street, passed the tree, and not once looked up to see this spot of nature.
Cars went by, and not one stopped and said, "Wow what a wonderful tree." A few days pass, the leaves keep falling, but still noone looks up at this poor tree, who is losing its leaves and the colors it once had. I still saw people walk by the street, passed the street, like it wasn’t there.
Trees helped to build this country and not many people appreciate them. People just cut tress down just to make bigger parking spaces or make more malls over where the trees used to stand tall. I think to myself as I look up at the tree, how would people feel if they had to stand in front of a yard all day without anyone even caring if they’re even there.
Sitting on the side of the highway waiting to catch speeding drivers, a State Police Officer sees a car puttering along at 22 MPH. He thinks to himself, "This driver is just as dangerous as a speeder!" So he turns on his lights and pulls the driver over. Approaching the car, he notices that there are five old ladies -two in the front seat and three in the back - wide eyed and white as ghosts. The driver, obviously confused, says to him, "Officer, I don't understand, I was doing exactly the speed limit! What seems to be the problem?" "Ma'am," the officer replies, "You weren't speeding, but you should know that driving slower than the speed limit can also be a danger to other drivers." "Slower than the speed limit? No sir, I was doing the speed limit exactly... Twenty-Two miles an hour!" the old woman says a bit proudly. The State Police officer, trying to contain a chuckle, explains to her that "22" was the route number, not the speed limit. A bit embarassed, the woman grinned and thanked the officer for pointing out her error. "But before I let you go, Ma'am, I have to ask... Is everyone in this car ok? These women seem awfully shaken and they haven't muttered a single peep this whole time." the officer asks. "Oh, they'll be alright in a minute, officer. We just got off Route 119."
Some people say that you never know how important
something is until its gone. Emily Dickinson shows this in her poem “
Water, is taught by thirst.” What she is trying to say by the title is
that you don’t really appreciate water until its gone. Poems like this one
is what made Dickinson such a great poet, although she wasn’t around to
know how many people admired her poems. Emily Dickinson always wrote about
dying and always left her readers in suspense by using dashes at the end
of her poems. She uses these dashes so that the reader has a feeling that
there is something more to her poems than what is written there.
Sport in which many athletes with many special
talents compete to see who is the