I am auditioning for a play at my old high school called, "Final Exam." It is weird play, but good. It is a new concept and this is going to be the first time that anyone has put on this play. SO that is really cool..Hope I get called back and then Hope i get a part!
I got a 99 out of a 100 on my Histroy Test. I didn't even study for this one! And I took it and was expecting something like an 80 or lower, but I got a 99!! Thank god for my memory! I guess it isn't just good for useless information! Haha...though alot of space of my memory is! It could also be that the teacher is easy...I don't know. She is nice and her class is easy. Just a little more work than others...GO ME!!! Chinese on the other hand...I havent been doing so well in. Gotta pick up the slack...I am still doing well in that class...but I have been slacking off...turned in my 3rd essay...hope I do well...I think my essay deserves an A, considering that I did write it out in an hour and a half. But my portfolio is a C portfolio. At least I hope it is worth a C, and that I get one. No more slacking off!!!
The essay that got me an A-.
Dog Chow: Not Just for Dogs…Anymore?
Food is the second most essential source that keeps us alive. There are many varieties of food to choose from: meats, vegetables, fruits, and Dog Chow. Dog Chow? When did dog food become a part of the nutritional food pyramid? It may seem like a good idea to eat dog food considering that it is made out of chicken, beef, or lamb and rice, conventional food most of us eat every day. However, it is called dog food for a reason. To an unaware target, such as a four year old child, the kibbles are deceivingly shaped to look like an “O” and have a close resemblance to Cheerios. The incident I am writing about is quite obvious, but it is how this incident occurs that makes it my most embarrassing and possibly most naïve incident in my life. Even to this day, whenever I see my dog munching on her Dog Chow, I still flash back to the time when I ingested this half-assed concoction that is suppose to be a feast for dogs.
“Hey Johnson,” my older brother, Hanson, called me over. He was with one of his friends. “Want to eat some Cheerios?” I was four years old at the time and easily influenced. I looked up to my brother, who is two years older than me. There was something mysterious about him. He seemed to know what was cool, and liked making my life miserable. There was always some ulterior motive to everything he did, sometimes cynical. Nonetheless, in my eyes, I saw my brother as someone superior than average people, and he knew what was best for me.
On the kitchen tile, across from my brother, was a medium-sized, red bowl. The tile was supposed to be white, but due to its dirtiness and age, it appeared to be a dingy gray with a moldy green trim. Walking around on the tile and carpet was my family’s dog, Buffy. She was a gray poodle, a shade lighter than the tile, and was very obedient. The dog was near the bowl and was resting her head on her paw. Hanson informed me that the food was in the red bowl. I did not know why the food was on the floor because I was used to eating food off the table, yet I did not question him and began to walk towards the bowl of goodies.
This was a new thing for me to comprehend. Who has ever heard of eating a meal off the floor? I have never eaten anything off anywhere except the dinner table. I approached the red bowl and looked down at the contents inside of it. There were lots of circular shaped bits, therefore I assumed the content inside the bowl really was “Cheerios,” or so I thought. There were no utensils around for me to scoop up the cereal with, however I have seen my poodle devour her food before. She did not need anything to help her eat besides her mouth. How great was this? I was able to eat food on the floor, plus did not have to be proper and use a spoon. A four year-old’s dream. I dropped down on all fours and imitated my dog, dunking my head down into the bowl. As my head reached near the food, the pungent smell of spoiled fish and cardboard entered my nose. Picking up some of the “circular whole-grain goodness” from the bottom part of the bowl, I crunched down upon some of the worst tasting cereal in my whole life. I can still remember the stale, moldy flavor of the kibbles. It tasted nothing like the Cheerios that I have ever encountered.
“This isn’t Cheerios, Hanson,” I remember whining to him.
“Yes, it is…it’s the new flavor. Just eat some more and you’ll like it,” he assured me.
Surely, I could not have been that dense to take another bite, but I believed him, so I plunged my head down to grab another mouth-full of cereal. Maybe these Cheerios wouldn’t be that bad this time around. I probably ate from the wrong side I thought to myself, so I decided to eat the bits on the upper part of the bowl. I picked up five or six succulent kibbles and munched down on it. Buffy got up and decided she was hungry as well, so she walked right beside me and ate from the same bowl of rancid cereal. I looked up at Hanson and his friend and they were cracking up and turning crimson. I felt sick, but he told me to eat a little more. One would imagine that I would not have gone down and taken in another mouth-full, but he was my older brother. I thought he knew what was best for me.
So after Buffy lifted her head, I bent my head down to dig up another mouth-full. I had the kibbles in my mouth and that was when my mother walked in. Ironically, she was bringing in bowls of Cheerios for my brother, his friend and me to eat. To her surprise, she encountered me eating my own special kind of Cheerios with the dog. I looked up and saw the look on her face. It was a mixture of disbelief and disgust. She shrieked, “Johnson, don’t eat the dog food!” It took some time for her words to process through my mind, but when I finally realized what the repulsive thing in my mouth was, I spat out the kibbles and vomited. My mother rushed over to me and began patting me on the back to make the vomit come out faster, but that just made the vomit go back down rather than help it up. All of the brown kibbles that went down my throat and into my stomach rushed back up. The raunchy taste of the dog food returned along with stomach acid. It was now a light brown mixture on the floor with a few distinct kibble chunks. All of this occurred in about two minutes. It was the most embarrassing moment in my life even though it only happened in front of three people. My brother got punished. Nothing severe. He just spent a few weeks grounded at home, but far worse I got teased and was dubbed as “Kibbles” for a few years of my life.
From the time that this happened until now, my feelings toward my brother have been of distrust. I admired him because he was my older sibling, but he tricked me into eating dog food! Needless to say, my admiration for him has greatly dropped. When I think about that incident now, I laugh about it and realized that I was a naïve young child who admired his brother a little too much. It was a stupid thing for me to do, but if the situation were to occur in my present life again, my actions would not mirror the way I reacted in my past. I would not eat the dog food that I mistook for Cheerios, and if I did, I would have only eaten it once, not three times. I am old enough to decide who are reasonable influences for me and have the knowledge to distinguish what food I ingest in my body, human or dog.
Dog food makers should not create their kibbles to appear similar to cereals that humans consume. With a conniving, evil, older brother, Dog Chow could easily be mistaken for Cheerios. I will stick to the original nutritional food pyramid excluding the dog food. Ever since that incident, I have never been able to eat Cheerios. Likewise, for my present dog, Penny, I buy dog food that does not have the deceiving “O” shaped kibble. It brings back the raunchy taste of the dog food back in my mouth. Food is what keeps us alive, but if I had a choice between starvation or consuming dog food as my only source for survival, I would say, “Let me starve and rest in peace!”
I got a 99 out of a 100 on my Histroy Test. I didn't even study for this one! And I took it and was expecting something like an 80 or lower, but I got a 99!! Thank god for my memory! I guess it isn't just good for useless information! Haha...though alot of space of my memory is! It could also be that the teacher is easy...I don't know. She is nice and her class is easy. Just a little more work than others...GO ME!!! Chinese on the other hand...I havent been doing so well in. Gotta pick up the slack...I am still doing well in that class...but I have been slacking off...turned in my 3rd essay...hope I do well...I think my essay deserves an A, considering that I did write it out in an hour and a half. But my portfolio is a C portfolio. At least I hope it is worth a C, and that I get one. No more slacking off!!!
The essay that got me an A-.
Food is the second most essential source that keeps us alive. There are many varieties of food to choose from: meats, vegetables, fruits, and Dog Chow. Dog Chow? When did dog food become a part of the nutritional food pyramid? It may seem like a good idea to eat dog food considering that it is made out of chicken, beef, or lamb and rice, conventional food most of us eat every day. However, it is called dog food for a reason. To an unaware target, such as a four year old child, the kibbles are deceivingly shaped to look like an “O” and have a close resemblance to Cheerios. The incident I am writing about is quite obvious, but it is how this incident occurs that makes it my most embarrassing and possibly most naïve incident in my life. Even to this day, whenever I see my dog munching on her Dog Chow, I still flash back to the time when I ingested this half-assed concoction that is suppose to be a feast for dogs.
“Hey Johnson,” my older brother, Hanson, called me over. He was with one of his friends. “Want to eat some Cheerios?” I was four years old at the time and easily influenced. I looked up to my brother, who is two years older than me. There was something mysterious about him. He seemed to know what was cool, and liked making my life miserable. There was always some ulterior motive to everything he did, sometimes cynical. Nonetheless, in my eyes, I saw my brother as someone superior than average people, and he knew what was best for me.
On the kitchen tile, across from my brother, was a medium-sized, red bowl. The tile was supposed to be white, but due to its dirtiness and age, it appeared to be a dingy gray with a moldy green trim. Walking around on the tile and carpet was my family’s dog, Buffy. She was a gray poodle, a shade lighter than the tile, and was very obedient. The dog was near the bowl and was resting her head on her paw. Hanson informed me that the food was in the red bowl. I did not know why the food was on the floor because I was used to eating food off the table, yet I did not question him and began to walk towards the bowl of goodies.
This was a new thing for me to comprehend. Who has ever heard of eating a meal off the floor? I have never eaten anything off anywhere except the dinner table. I approached the red bowl and looked down at the contents inside of it. There were lots of circular shaped bits, therefore I assumed the content inside the bowl really was “Cheerios,” or so I thought. There were no utensils around for me to scoop up the cereal with, however I have seen my poodle devour her food before. She did not need anything to help her eat besides her mouth. How great was this? I was able to eat food on the floor, plus did not have to be proper and use a spoon. A four year-old’s dream. I dropped down on all fours and imitated my dog, dunking my head down into the bowl. As my head reached near the food, the pungent smell of spoiled fish and cardboard entered my nose. Picking up some of the “circular whole-grain goodness” from the bottom part of the bowl, I crunched down upon some of the worst tasting cereal in my whole life. I can still remember the stale, moldy flavor of the kibbles. It tasted nothing like the Cheerios that I have ever encountered.
“This isn’t Cheerios, Hanson,” I remember whining to him.
“Yes, it is…it’s the new flavor. Just eat some more and you’ll like it,” he assured me.
Surely, I could not have been that dense to take another bite, but I believed him, so I plunged my head down to grab another mouth-full of cereal. Maybe these Cheerios wouldn’t be that bad this time around. I probably ate from the wrong side I thought to myself, so I decided to eat the bits on the upper part of the bowl. I picked up five or six succulent kibbles and munched down on it. Buffy got up and decided she was hungry as well, so she walked right beside me and ate from the same bowl of rancid cereal. I looked up at Hanson and his friend and they were cracking up and turning crimson. I felt sick, but he told me to eat a little more. One would imagine that I would not have gone down and taken in another mouth-full, but he was my older brother. I thought he knew what was best for me.
So after Buffy lifted her head, I bent my head down to dig up another mouth-full. I had the kibbles in my mouth and that was when my mother walked in. Ironically, she was bringing in bowls of Cheerios for my brother, his friend and me to eat. To her surprise, she encountered me eating my own special kind of Cheerios with the dog. I looked up and saw the look on her face. It was a mixture of disbelief and disgust. She shrieked, “Johnson, don’t eat the dog food!” It took some time for her words to process through my mind, but when I finally realized what the repulsive thing in my mouth was, I spat out the kibbles and vomited. My mother rushed over to me and began patting me on the back to make the vomit come out faster, but that just made the vomit go back down rather than help it up. All of the brown kibbles that went down my throat and into my stomach rushed back up. The raunchy taste of the dog food returned along with stomach acid. It was now a light brown mixture on the floor with a few distinct kibble chunks. All of this occurred in about two minutes. It was the most embarrassing moment in my life even though it only happened in front of three people. My brother got punished. Nothing severe. He just spent a few weeks grounded at home, but far worse I got teased and was dubbed as “Kibbles” for a few years of my life.
From the time that this happened until now, my feelings toward my brother have been of distrust. I admired him because he was my older sibling, but he tricked me into eating dog food! Needless to say, my admiration for him has greatly dropped. When I think about that incident now, I laugh about it and realized that I was a naïve young child who admired his brother a little too much. It was a stupid thing for me to do, but if the situation were to occur in my present life again, my actions would not mirror the way I reacted in my past. I would not eat the dog food that I mistook for Cheerios, and if I did, I would have only eaten it once, not three times. I am old enough to decide who are reasonable influences for me and have the knowledge to distinguish what food I ingest in my body, human or dog.
Dog food makers should not create their kibbles to appear similar to cereals that humans consume. With a conniving, evil, older brother, Dog Chow could easily be mistaken for Cheerios. I will stick to the original nutritional food pyramid excluding the dog food. Ever since that incident, I have never been able to eat Cheerios. Likewise, for my present dog, Penny, I buy dog food that does not have the deceiving “O” shaped kibble. It brings back the raunchy taste of the dog food back in my mouth. Food is what keeps us alive, but if I had a choice between starvation or consuming dog food as my only source for survival, I would say, “Let me starve and rest in peace!”
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