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KCTCS - Elizabethtown |
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My Personal Story |
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One morning I woke up to an annoying and loud buzzing sound in my ear. I rolled over in my queen-sized, comfortable bed and turned off the alarm clock, which read eight-thirty A.M. I hate having to wake up early, but college is more important than sleeping in. I got up out of bed, went to the bathroom, and took of my pink and green pajamas. I reached for the metal knob behind my shower curtain, turned it to hot water, and disappeared into the stream. After twenty minutes of bathing. I reached out for my drying towel, wrapped it around me, and proceeded to my walk-in closet full of colors to figure out what I was going to wear for the day. Once dressed, I sat on my bed with a big bowl of Captain Crunch Berries, which is still my favorite cereal at nine-teen years old. I turned on my thirty-two inch, Toshiba television set, and adjusted the channel to the news. Immediately, I felt overshadowed and suffocated by images of mud covered brown-skinned, lifeless bodies. |
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Effects of Haiti |
