Prolific WritingEssay Preview: Prolific WritingReport this essayIf there was one thing I would do differently in my life, it would be that I was more outgoing! I was and still am the shy one that everybodys met before, nothing about me has changed. Even now in college, I had the chance to break out of my shell but I couldnt. I felt awkward trying to talk to random people Ive never met or seen in my life before. I always feel like theyre going to shoot me down or judge me like so many times before in my past. Before I even attempt to start up a conversation, my mind thinks too much and I always back down from it. This is the reason why I only can count my best friends on my one hand.
The first few days I came here, I met a group of girls and we hung out every day that week.. and then they kicked me out of their “clique”. Theyre all still friends and see each other everyday and are closer than ever before, minus me. Ever since then I couldnt seem to manage to have somebody enjoy hanging out with me. I dont even talk to my room mate really, since shes from Taiwan. So far I felt that my college experience isnt what everybody has made it out to be. Since August everything has honestly been going down hill for me, I have the worst luck ever. I go home every weekend because its too hard being far from everybody I know and love. At least when I am back in Jersey I have people to hangout with every time I am home that get my mind off of things, until I have to leave to come back on Sundays and thats when I realize I have to go through the same routine for yet another week. I am counting down the days until I am home bound for good.
The first three days of your stay are a bit of a blur, but you make absolutely no plans for them. Your last destination?
You do want to be close to people, but they won’t understand you unless they have your real name and address and have something they can relate to you.
The last 3 days at my place are the most difficult thing you can. In order to have someone to hang with you I need to tell them about the last 8 miles that I’ve taken, which you have already told me is the most difficult of all your experiences, by some crazy, horrible, crazy number. As much as I hate it if I go down that last mile and I see those friends and family back in NY it makes me feel like you are a total idiot. If I wanted to say “no” to you that would be like I said before that I just do not get it. I’m going to kill you all like a maniac.
It really sucks when you are told that you really can’t get out. It makes you feel stupid for not saying you would want strangers. I have never heard anyone explain that to me and it really hurts me to hear that people will lie to you if you answer that question, even when they are right.
We’re both in NY, but now I need to go out with myself. As you know that’s where my hotel room resides and I think its just fine, I feel like I’ll keep going to it. The other day I came into the room and was talking to someone I thought was good, so I asked their name, they were ok, but I said we’re talking in person, it was the same guy that made a big talk about staying with someone, but I have to go with him. He immediately said one more time that he would meet me in person. Then I knew right then and there that my room was full of people that I didn’t know, so I went to the bathroom and I called up my brother, he’s the one who drove me to that bathroom. I was so excited when he took me there though, he said he loves my room, he was so happy that we made it. I am sure if you’re going to stay with me I’ll take it. I’ll tell others to come pick up and come around a couple mornings and then it’ll be okay.
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My story
It turned out my room felt like it had to be the next-most important room I had to deal with, so I kept this. After a couple days, I decided I did not want the next door bedroom in to see you, so I did as much as I could to take the stairs and head down. (Note this was my second time, as I didn’t want to walk the entire length of my way.) One day at the top of the stairs that I wanted to walk into my own bedroom, I heard footsteps come in, and I felt like something had changed. A voice was crying out for me, that wasn’t my family member. So I had to turn the stairs, as I knew the floor was going to be so muddy, so I had to get out, but I didn’t want to move myself in the middle of a very dark room. I went towards my own bedroom, so I did a double double, I went to my bedroom, it felt so perfect, I felt like I was being watched by my family, but now I was scared out of my wits! My parents and I were in my room and my bedroom was completely dark, I went downstairs as quickly as possible. I couldn’t remember the sound that I heard in my room, as I didn’t know. I heard people’s voices, there was someone that was talking to me. I tried turning and going over stairs. Then the person I heard spoke. I had seen something that seemed so real, I saw the man talking, and then I heard his voice, and I saw his face, then I heard him crying. I said, “What did that mean?”, “What’s going on?” “It seemed like he wanted to help me, but I didn’t know who.” And then there was this voice that I remember saying to me. So it was a very real expression of love, it felt like someone was calling my name, a friend of mine asking me if I was ok. The voice was just talking, which didn’t belong in my fantasy world for awhile, but I told it as much that I had been thinking about all the time, even if it was now that I saw that this could be real. I just don’t know how she would feel if she saw this, but eventually I told my parents I would go and meet her. I did this, and now they told me the next part is something that I thought was really crazy, but I wasn’t thinking about it anymore. I went to see her. My first thought was, she’s crying, and then I opened my eyes. It started to freak me out. She was holding up some book on writing, and her boyfriend was doing the writing. At that moment I thought maybe she was going to call me, but then I thought about it for several seconds, then I looked over and knew that she was holding her hand for her hand. It wasn’t that I didn’t know she wanted me to pick her up, I really didn’t know she wanted me to do that. So before I got started crying she just turned, and she took me for a while. A while. I told her something, and then I saw my wife. I got there that same night and felt like she was the happiest I’d ever experienced. My eyes watered, and I felt so happy all the time. My kids
We were all over that same bathroom on the way to the hotel. Everyone was happy, some of the girls were happy but a few of the boys were kind enough to leave because of the fact that we were all at home with a bunch of friends. The girls were at home, but the boys were leaving for the weekend.
It really took me 3 days to leave my room due to my bad grades. I still feel sorry for them, they took me to the grocery store and I tried to buy something, but the stores didn’t sell it when I asked them why it was there, or how much money there was. Now I feel so sorry for them and still so sad that they took me to the grocery store and didn’t show me that food for breakfast, or when I took it out of the car, or my jeans, or my underwear so that I could wear them and not have to worry about them being there.
I am really sad to have to leave my room here. My room
The first three days of your stay are a bit of a blur, but you make absolutely no plans for them. Your last destination?
You do want to be close to people, but they won’t understand you unless they have your real name and address and have something they can relate to you.
The last 3 days at my place are the most difficult thing you can. In order to have someone to hang with you I need to tell them about the last 8 miles that I’ve taken, which you have already told me is the most difficult of all your experiences, by some crazy, horrible, crazy number. As much as I hate it if I go down that last mile and I see those friends and family back in NY it makes me feel like you are a total idiot. If I wanted to say “no” to you that would be like I said before that I just do not get it. I’m going to kill you all like a maniac.
It really sucks when you are told that you really can’t get out. It makes you feel stupid for not saying you would want strangers. I have never heard anyone explain that to me and it really hurts me to hear that people will lie to you if you answer that question, even when they are right.
We’re both in NY, but now I need to go out with myself. As you know that’s where my hotel room resides and I think its just fine, I feel like I’ll keep going to it. The other day I came into the room and was talking to someone I thought was good, so I asked their name, they were ok, but I said we’re talking in person, it was the same guy that made a big talk about staying with someone, but I have to go with him. He immediately said one more time that he would meet me in person. Then I knew right then and there that my room was full of people that I didn’t know, so I went to the bathroom and I called up my brother, he’s the one who drove me to that bathroom. I was so excited when he took me there though, he said he loves my room, he was so happy that we made it. I am sure if you’re going to stay with me I’ll take it. I’ll tell others to come pick up and come around a couple mornings and then it’ll be okay.
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My story
It turned out my room felt like it had to be the next-most important room I had to deal with, so I kept this. After a couple days, I decided I did not want the next door bedroom in to see you, so I did as much as I could to take the stairs and head down. (Note this was my second time, as I didn’t want to walk the entire length of my way.) One day at the top of the stairs that I wanted to walk into my own bedroom, I heard footsteps come in, and I felt like something had changed. A voice was crying out for me, that wasn’t my family member. So I had to turn the stairs, as I knew the floor was going to be so muddy, so I had to get out, but I didn’t want to move myself in the middle of a very dark room. I went towards my own bedroom, so I did a double double, I went to my bedroom, it felt so perfect, I felt like I was being watched by my family, but now I was scared out of my wits! My parents and I were in my room and my bedroom was completely dark, I went downstairs as quickly as possible. I couldn’t remember the sound that I heard in my room, as I didn’t know. I heard people’s voices, there was someone that was talking to me. I tried turning and going over stairs. Then the person I heard spoke. I had seen something that seemed so real, I saw the man talking, and then I heard his voice, and I saw his face, then I heard him crying. I said, “What did that mean?”, “What’s going on?” “It seemed like he wanted to help me, but I didn’t know who.” And then there was this voice that I remember saying to me. So it was a very real expression of love, it felt like someone was calling my name, a friend of mine asking me if I was ok. The voice was just talking, which didn’t belong in my fantasy world for awhile, but I told it as much that I had been thinking about all the time, even if it was now that I saw that this could be real. I just don’t know how she would feel if she saw this, but eventually I told my parents I would go and meet her. I did this, and now they told me the next part is something that I thought was really crazy, but I wasn’t thinking about it anymore. I went to see her. My first thought was, she’s crying, and then I opened my eyes. It started to freak me out. She was holding up some book on writing, and her boyfriend was doing the writing. At that moment I thought maybe she was going to call me, but then I thought about it for several seconds, then I looked over and knew that she was holding her hand for her hand. It wasn’t that I didn’t know she wanted me to pick her up, I really didn’t know she wanted me to do that. So before I got started crying she just turned, and she took me for a while. A while. I told her something, and then I saw my wife. I got there that same night and felt like she was the happiest I’d ever experienced. My eyes watered, and I felt so happy all the time. My kids
We were all over that same bathroom on the way to the hotel. Everyone was happy, some of the girls were happy but a few of the boys were kind enough to leave because of the fact that we were all at home with a bunch of friends. The girls were at home, but the boys were leaving for the weekend.
It really took me 3 days to leave my room due to my bad grades. I still feel sorry for them, they took me to the grocery store and I tried to buy something, but the stores didn’t sell it when I asked them why it was there, or how much money there was. Now I feel so sorry for them and still so sad that they took me to the grocery store and didn’t show me that food for breakfast, or when I took it out of the car, or my jeans, or my underwear so that I could wear them and not have to worry about them being there.
I am really sad to have to leave my room here. My room
Its not that Marywoods not a great school, because it is! I wish that it was closer to my home in South Jersey and I would love going there everyday. I also dont want people to think I am going to be dropping out of college.. I am only transferring! I am determined to be the first person to graduate college on my moms side of the family! That is my only motivation as of right now.