The phrase, "What do you do for a living?" has always troubled me. I don't really understand how to answer that question. Is the person asking me what my job is or where I work? Or are they really asking me how much money I make?
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Since I've discovered I have ulcers, all I've been craving is the food I can't eat. I see commercials on television advertising saucy pasta dishes, spicy Mexican food, and many other acidic foods I can't eat without feeling like my stomach is on fire. It's like they know I can't eat them and they're mocking me because of it.
Stress is something that plagues everyone. I don't care who you are or what you do; you've been stressed about something at some point in your life. Everyone has had to deal with stress. It's never fun, but it's inevitable.
Labels have been put on us since we were born. I looked like a china doll when I was a baby because my skin was so white and my hair was jet black. However, my uncle was said to be the ugliest baby ever born with a nose the size of a grown man's.
All of my life, I've known I was a little different.
The American dream is defined as graduating high school, attending a respected college, establishing a well paying job, buying a house and starting a family, hopefully in that order. While graduating high school has become more difficult, it's the college part that's almost like a dream; unrealistic.
There's an old saying that goes "if you can say that you have five true friends, you are a lucky person". Well, I believe this statement is extremely true.
Since I still live at home, most of my expenses are paid for by my parents. I don't have to feed myself or pay for the water I use to shower, so technically I don't need a job.
The holiday season is definitely upon us, with Christmas decorations already being put up and carols chiming through the radio. The tree is up, the lights have been strung, and the ornaments and stockings hung with care. Kids are making wish lists for Santa and with that, parents are freaking out about trying to get all of those wished for gifts that may not come in Santa's bag.
Thanksgiving is a time to be thankful for the things you have, but it is also a time to give. A few weeks ago I wrote about how my family and I wanted to help out someone, in some way, to celebrate the holiday season.
I've been a child of travel since I was 7 years old.
With both Thanksgiving and Christmas on the horizon, my family is all excited. These two holidays are definitely among the brightest of highlights every year. Thanksgiving is almost always celebrated at my house and Christmas is, without question, always celebrated at my grandparents' house.
I have written articles on my interesting family and our odd traditions, but I have yet to write about what is probably the quirkiest member of my family ... and he isn't even a person.
As my senior year continues, more and more of my "last times" have been occurring. I have had my last homecoming football game, my last homecoming dance and my last home swim meet.
Being a teenager, there is only one object in my life that I care for more than my family and friends. My car, which I have dubbed Goldie Hawn, has become the center of my universe. Not having to rely on other sources of transportation is wonderful, but with this joy also comes a few drawbacks.
Now that I'm a sophisticated 18-year-old, the law sees me as a sophisticated adult. Well, maybe not sophisticated, but nonetheless an adult. My question is, how on earth am I considered an adult by society when I'm still in high school?
From recycling to bringing your own bags to the grocery store, being green is becoming a trademark for my generation.
Back when my parents were young, having a black and white television and a CB radio was pretty high tech. There was only one phone and it was more than likely in the kitchen with a very long cord to allow you to walk from room to room. And don't even get me started on when the first remote controls for televisions became available.
When I first started driving, my mother had rules I had to follow in order to actually be able to drive my car.
It is said there are only two things in life that are certain: death and taxes.
There are certain events in history, whether we were born or not, that tend to stand out and remain in the forefront of our minds. I have often wondered what living during the Great Depression would have been like, how I would have dealt with the Cuban missile crisis, and whether or not I would have cried for the People's Princess.
No matter what your age, birthdays are always a special occasion in my family.
I'm sure by now everyone knows we may be experiencing some stormy tropical weather, if not a hurricane, by Friday. If you were not aware of this, allow me to fill you in.
Let's play a game.
The greatest invention man ever created to look back through time is the photograph. On a summer day in 1827, a man named Joseph Nicephore Niepce made the first photographic image. I can only imagine what this man must have thought of his invention. For the first time, people of the future would be able to see something from the past.
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