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| ENG 212 - Blog # 2: Does Burger King offer showers? |
| 01.27.04 (6:37 pm) [edit] |
My most memorable experience with fast food occurred several years ago while I was working as a camp counselor at Camp Honey Bee, a local day camp for children with disabilities. This camp has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember, largely because my older sister Karen (who has cerebral palsy) attended as a camper for many years.
In my first year as a full-fledged counselor, the camp took a “field trip” to Burger King. Since the restaurant was only located about a mile from the camp, and because all of the counselors were around my age (13 or 14) and were thus not yet able to drive, it was decided that we would all simply walk to Burger King.
Once we finally arrived, we claimed all of the tables by the play area in the back of the restaurant. After having ordered meals and drinks for nearly 30 hungry campers and 5 hungry counselors, the food was finally brought to our tables. To this day, I’m still not sure who did this, but someone placed an entire tray of drinks on the table right in front of my sister. If I preface this by saying that my sister is [u]extremely[/u] impatient, especially when it comes to meals, what happened next should not come as a surprise. As I turned away from my sister to check on another camper, my sister grew impatient with me and proceeded to knock over the [u]entire[/u] tray of drinks, spilling red fruit punch everywhere – including all over me. I know that I should have been angry, but at the time, all I could do was laugh and ask my fellow counselors, “I wonder if Burger King offers showers?”
WORD COUNT: 290
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| ENG 212 - Blog # 1 |
| 01.15.04 (12:27 pm) [edit] |
My technological experiences date back to a time when I was about three or four years old. I still remember that, everyday after Nursery School, my Mom and I would sit together on the family room floor and watch Sesame Street and other educational programs (my Mom was once a kindergarten teacher, and I think that the teacher in her stipulated that, as long as I was watching TV, the programs should be educational). Looking back on it, I probably learned more from those shows and my Mom than I ever learned in Nursery School. Even though I was learning, these moments that I spent with my Mom are ones that I will always remember, especially because they occurred at a time of day when my Dad was still at work, and my older sister was still at school. So consequently, I got to be the center of attention.
Another memory that readily comes to mind would be the hours that I spent playing Nintendo games with my Dad. Let me stress that these were the OLD Nintendo games that were far inferior to the new games of today. However, despite their crudeness, I simply found them to be enthralling. Something that I specifically remember about these games is that I would always reach a point where I couldn’t make it out of a dungeon or around an obstacle. That’s where Dad would come in. No matter what the situation, I always knew that I could depend on him to outsmart the game.
WORD COUNT: 253
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