When it Rains it Pours

Today was the worst day of my life. I had to go to work at 11 a.m. and my car would not turn on so I was half an hour late to work. I work at a movie theater and today I was assigned to work in the concession stand. Working there during the week means you have to make sure the front of the stand is clean, make sure you have fresh popcorn every 20 minutes, make sure you have hot dogs made, make sure you have pretzels made, make sure your nachos are stocked, make sure your fountain drinks are working, make sure the back of the stand is clean, make sure your freezers are stocked, make sure your candy cases are stocked, and on top of everything you still have to help out the guests. Its hard enough doing all of this by your self. This week, a lot of kids are on spring break and it seems like they all decided to go to the movies. There was so many people today. Because of all of the people, it was hard to keep track of everything. I didn't notice that I didn't have anymore hot dogs and so I started stressing because I had to stock up on hot dogs. Then I was busy helping my guests and I burnt the popcorn. I dumped out the burnt popcorn and made a new batch only to find out that the popcorn popper was broken. Then I had to switch out 9 fountain drink bibs and let me tell you; those bib boxes that are full of soda are so heavy. My arms are so sore. Then one of the oil boxes that we have in our storage room had a hole when it was brought in today and it made this huge mess. There was oil spilled everywhere. Everything was going wrong. At the end of your shift, you have to wait until a manager comes down from the office and cleans out your register before you could leave. I was supposed to be off at 6, but the manager that was supposed to be off at 6 with me left early and the manager that was supposed to be on at 6 called in and said they were going to be late because of a family emergency. I didn't end up leaving until almost 7. It was the longest day of my life. I love my job but not today. The cliche when it rains it pours has never been more true to me.

I Miss my Teddy Bear

I never new what it felt like to lose something special; like a favorite toy. You know that one favorite stuffed animal or power ranger action figure you love so much and you just can not live without it. Just imagine losing that toy. What would you do? Well I recently lost my favorite toy. I lost my favorite teddy bear. She was there ever since I was two years old. She was my best friend. My teddy always helped me when I was down. I always played with her and had the best times! When I was in elementary school, we played dress up and played in the backyard. Through middle school, she held my deepest secrets on who my crush was that week and who the popular group was that month. Through high school, she listened when no one else cared and she never judged me when I did something wrong. She never grew tired of my tears when I got my heart broken. On my first day of college, she was the only one who new how truly afraid I was of it. On March 4, 2009, I lost my teddy bear. My only thoughts were, who am I gonna tell all of my secrets to? Who is gonna help me through the hard times? Who is gonna be there when I need someone to hear my problems? I never fully appreciated just what my teddy bear meant to me. Now I have no clue where she may be but I know that nothing will ever be the same without her. She was my best friend. Now I feel absent. I'm there, but I constantly think about my teddy. Everything I do revolves around her now, even though shes no longer with me. I should have appreciated our time together so much more. And now I cant. I miss my best friend.

My life cant get any more stressful

My entire weekend consisted of nothing but work! I had a lame work schedule and worked mid shifts. I started work at 2:00 P.M. and ended at 9:00 P.M. 2:00 is to early to do anything but have breakfast and may be a quick stop at Target and 9:00 is too late for you to do anything! Everything closes at around that time. So everyday I had woke up and ate breakfast, got ready for work, worked, then came home and slept, then I would wake up the next morning and do it all over again. This weekend I felt like a mindless zombie doing what I had to do. And on top of everything else I'm stressing it to get all of my final research papers finished. (*note: I have FOUR due this week then I have THREE final exams to study for as well) My life cant get any more stressful!

My Fun and Horrible Weekend

My weekend started off great. I was given a Wii so I had a Wii party. It was awesome! We played tennis and baseball for five hours. Our arms were sore after a couple of hours but we kept going. By the time we were finished playing our arms seemed as if the were going to fall off. We should have quit as soon as we were tired because the next day I had to go to work and it was painful. But it was worth it because that evening after work we played again.

By Sunday my weekend turned into a nightmare. Sunday morning I awoke to learn that my two dogs were missing. My sister and I drove around all morning in search of them. We asked random people if they saw them, but know one had seen them. My search came to an end around one o'clock because I had to work. I spent the whole day wondering if they were home safely. When I got home, my dogs were snuggled in a blanket in the living room. I was happy for a moment, until I took a look at my cat's paw. He got into a brawl with another neighborhood cat about two weeks ago and we took him to the vet. They bandaged him up and gave him medicine and said he would be okay. We took him again and they re bandaged him and said to come back in ten days. On Sunday, his paw was immensely swollen, so we drove him to the emergency room. They let us know that he had a high fever and that his wound had been infected because the dressing was not changed frequently. They explained to us that they were going to give him medication for a while and if he did not respond to the medication, they were going to have to amputated his left arm. Being an animal lover, it broke my heart. I guess I'll just have to wait and see and pray that he gets better.

Bad Neighborhoods Aren’t So Bad

I live in Rialto. It is known to be a very unsafe and harmful city. A few months ago, a burglar broke into my neighbor’s home. There was another incident where a couple of teenagers were recklessly driving, and they crashed their ford truck into a neighbor’s fence. Up the street there is a dirty, weedy field that is inhabited by all types of bugs, snakes, and sometimes stray dogs and cats. Next door to the field is a dead end road that is littered with old couches and trash bags. Though lots of incidents happen and there is garbage thrown where it shouldn’t be, I find that living in Rialto could also be peaceful and comfortable. On the quiet days, when all you could hear are the birds chirping, I enjoy spreading a blanket across the floor in my backyard and reading a good book until it gets dark. Everyone keeps to themselves in my neighborhood and although all of the neighbors have never been formally introduced, we all wave hello and greet each other whenever we see each other on the sidewalk or the street. The inside style of the homes in my neighborhood are all alike, however, because the homes are older, the past residents of each home have decorated them differently. And as time has gone by and new families reside in the homes, they have added their own style to the outside of their homes as well. The outside of the homes are decorated to fit the characteristics of the people living in them. The neighbors to my right have the greenest most well taken care of grass I have ever seen. There bushes are always perfectly trimmed and they keep their yard neat. The neighbors to my left, however, have a green fence that does not match the beige tone of their home. They have toys scattered around the yard and they have the brownest grass I have ever seen. My home is full of bushes and palm trees. The pathway that leads to the front door is aligned with colorful flowers. Down the street there is a home that is also a day care center. On summer afternoons, you could hear the children playing with their jump ropes and basketballs. During winter, fall, and spring, it is mostly quiet because there are only babies. Down the opposite direction of the day care, there is a shopping center. There is Walgreens, Food 4 Less, A gas station, and a number of fast food places. Although people judge Rialto as being dirty and high in crime rates, I have lived there most of my life. I have grown to love it and I can’t think of a better place for me to call home.

Where I'm From

I am from perfect pink carpet,

From plastic mats and air fresheners

I am from Pine-sol and Windex

I am from three dining tables, but only allowed to eat at one

I am from “do not set foot in the living room.”

I am from a huge backyard

From build up pools every summer

I am from rumors here and there,

But always there for one another when we need it

I am from hug loving parents,

From sisters as best friends

I am from pink nail polish and shaving cream

I am from secret keepers

I am from shopping at malls

I am from ten trips to Disneyland a year

I am from Fridays at Chuck E. Cheese

From big birthday parties and sleepovers

I am from baby blankets and stuffed toys

I am from sneaking late night movies

I am from waking up late and pajama days

I am from potato chips and kool-aid

I am from video games and tether ball

I am from dirty roads

From tortillas and tamales

I am from churros and coconuts

I am from scrambled eggs in the mornings

I am from one grandmother and one grandfather

I am from support and a warm loving home