Prized Possessions

When I was 15 years old my grandpa give me the best think I was thinking to get in the future it is a hours his name alksander it is white Arabic hours, it was the  best gift ever,  my grandpa pass away one ago. Now if I go near to my hours every moment I remember my best grandpa. when I was 15 years old my aunt give me 100 Rieal which equal 20 dollar, she said to you should kept or go to Market store buy something to you I was happy to have money that time, but that week she got married, therefore; i told her I going to keep it, so I can remember her every time I see those money. When I told her that, she gave me 100 dollar.

Stephen King Problem and My Problem

Stephen King Problem
It was completely different to understand for me. I think it is something about culture. After I read it the second time with someone helping me, it made sense for me; however, some things were difficult to understand.

I think what the school office did to him was that what he needs. He saying bad things about his teachers. That was unrespectful. One thing wrong he did. He print the news to the students so that everyone could read it. He said bad things for every teacher. They were angry of him. Even though he did many bad things, he was still brave. No one can do something like him, like doing a bad thing and at the same time he knew what would happen at the end of it. He showed courage. I know he did bad things, but he showed everybody a power bigger than them in bad things. I wish he would have done these things in good things helpful for the teacher and the student.

My Problem
I run away from the school one time when I was in high school. I was about 17 years old. I went to school in the morning. I saw 4 of my friends. We talked about leaving the school. I usually follow the rules and I was good student. My friends wanted to leave and I was with them. We were going to the restaurant to eat our lunch. So, we went outside secretly. When we were at the restaurant, one of my uncles saw me. At the same time we were looking to each other. He was shocked because he saw me in the middle of the day in school time. He asked, "What's wrong with you? What happened?" I lied to him. I said, "We have a party in our class so we have to pick a lunch back to school." He believed me. However, when I went home, my father was waiting for me. He got a message from the school office telling him that I ran away from school. I was ready to receive a punch from him, but he asked me why I did that. I told him the complete truth that I ran away. I told him it wasn't my idea and he said I have to stay away from those people. I was very happy that my father didn't get angry with me. Telling the truth is the safest way. Trust me, it was fun!

Details

Sitting in the middle of my soft, brown, huge, and confortable couch, I feel like a king. It has been like three months since I bought it. Right in front of me my new and big TV rests beside my apartment door. On the other side of the TV is both a black floor lamp and a big window and sliding door. Behind this glass door is my balcony where a person can look at the parking area. If I was lucky, I could have had the apartment that has the lake instead of the parking. On the other side of me is a big area. It has nothing in it because we are using it to put our food on it. Americans call it the dining room. In my culture, we usually eat our food together in a circle on the floor. We first put some newspapers or plastic down so food does not touch the carpet. Sometimes if I have many people visiting me, we use that area to drink coffee there. On the right side of the big eating area is the kitchen which has many things I brought from home to cook my food. On the left side of the big eating area, there is a hallway leading to the bathroom, my room, and my roommates room.

My Writing Experiences

I started writing by English one year ago because my first language is Arabic. Sometimes it is hard for me to write or to think of a sentence, especially when it is the second languge for me. But with time, it seams like it is easier than before. If I want to start writing, I have to get the topic. Then, I can get the details. When I start writing, sometimes I go back to the translator to get some words that I need. The best place I would like to write is in the middle of my back yard, putting my desk on the grass,  and looking up to the stars. There, I feel a peace when I am outside because it is quiet and dark. I need to be alone to write well. But, most of the time now, I write at night especially when my friends are sleeping because the quiet area helps me to think clearly. I go to my room and sit at my desk. I usually turn on music without words. I keep my best friend beside me, my Marboro Lights. They help me when I cannot think of something to say.