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All About Nothing: The Story Of My Life
All About Nothing: The Story of My Life All About Nothing: The Story of My Life Perhaps the most important thing that has happened in my life is the fact that nothing really big or important has ever happened in my life. For example, my parents are still happily married, and nobody really close to me has evr died. All of this is very unfortunate, I am sure, because if one of these things had happened I would have been able to find a topic for this very essay which I am writing very easily, and would not have had such a hard time getting this essay in to my teacher on time. Nor have I rescued a little kitten from a tree, which when I think about it is really unfortunate because then not only would I have had a topic, but I might also have gotten my picture in the “ Hillsborough Beacon,” or even in the “Somerset Messenger Gazette,” which, in the lingo of those in the news paper business, is the ‘big time.' But there is little point in even mentioning these things, because they have not happened, and thus, I am left topicless. I could try to fool you with some far out, totally unbelievable story about how I was in a car wreck involving at least two dozen cars, including the president's limousine, and how despite having broken two legs, an arm, in addition to various other body parts too numerous to mention, I managed to drag myself out of the wrecked car (A job for the Jaws of Life, for sure, had it been any other person but me in that car), and then how I managed to haul all of the other survivors, among them the president himself, out of their cars, and to safety, only moments before a small fire that was caused by the crash reached the gas tank of one of the cars causing a breath- taking chain reaction of explosions and fires seen and heard for miles around I could...but I will not. In fact, I would not have it any other way. If a highly important meaningful event had happened in my life, the chances are that I would be a completely different person today than the Bill that I am sure you know and love, and probably even worship. It could for example have made me realize how important a proper education is (Do not ask me how.). And, because of this, I could be a diligent hard working student. Thankfully, it didn't and I am not, but the point is, it could have. A scary thought indeed. My parents aren't divorced and do not abuse me, giving me no excuse for bizarre, eccentric, or anti-social behavior, but sometimes I wish they where or did, because then, if they where divorced or did abuse me, I could do anything I wanted knowing full well I could blame everything on them and get off with a mild slap on the wrist if that. But now I am getting off on a tangent that belongs more in a history paper on current events or something like that than in an English paper, so back to my anti-reflective reflective. I have never been subjected to life in a slum, or in the projects, so if I tried to be a “gangsta'” I would be lying to myself, which is something I do not do. I lie to others perhaps, if I can gain anything at all by it, but never to myself. So “gangsta'” is out. Nothing significant ever happened to mold me into the person I am (Except, of course, ... This is ONLY a preview of the article. If you would like to view the entire document, you must subscribe to Academic Library. Please register below now!
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