Hey, no fair....you can't fire me. i'll SUE!! **snigger** anywho, since i couldn't come to class today (i hate cars and traffic and all other related issues) i found another way of putting up the pic tht i couldn't scan. and i finally located the docu tht i sent out!! WHOOPEEE FOR MEE!!
--KI(ron)
P.S. That's me now,...the Bandit Queen!! i never let anyone take pics with just me in them.
TIME MACHINE
The photograph I have chosen to do is one that was taken when I was four years old. It was the first time my mother had ever taken me to the Elephanta caves and, being a little monkey, I liked that I was allowed to climb trees, dig the ground, make a mess of my formerly pristine white T-shirt, and basically, just run around like a mad little thing. It was an all day outing, and I remember my mother getting fed-up chasing me around and plonk herself down on a big rock, which only served to make me even more “enthusiastic”. The photograph is of me screaming at the top of my lungs, for God-alone-knows what reason.
The difference, between the little girl in that photograph and the person I am now, is very drastic. I am no longer the adventurous tomboy. I can’t stand being outdoors for fear of developing even more freckles than I already have covering my face. I don’t have the kind of stamina to go through a whole day out in the sun or out roaming. I used to be very athletic till I was about 13. Now lard and sloth deter me from walking up even a small hill. I hate white; there is no colour I hate more because I have a tendency of dropping things on clean clothes, things that leave stains that refuse to come off. And I hate wearing dirty looking clothes, I hate being dirty; I wish my hands and face too often to count. I’m low on energy no matter what the time of day may be, or what my work schedule has been like. I read……a lot!!! I used to hate even looking at books when I was a kid, although my mum tried very hard to get me to read earlier than most. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to turn back the clock. It’s not that I’ve gotten really old but I definitely feel it.
The difference, between the little girl in that photograph and the person I am now, is very drastic. I am no longer the adventurous tomboy. I can’t stand being outdoors for fear of developing even more freckles than I already have covering my face. I don’t have the kind of stamina to go through a whole day out in the sun or out roaming. I used to be very athletic till I was about 13. Now lard and sloth deter me from walking up even a small hill. I hate white; there is no colour I hate more because I have a tendency of dropping things on clean clothes, things that leave stains that refuse to come off. And I hate wearing dirty looking clothes, I hate being dirty; I wish my hands and face too often to count. I’m low on energy no matter what the time of day may be, or what my work schedule has been like. I read……a lot!!! I used to hate even looking at books when I was a kid, although my mum tried very hard to get me to read earlier than most. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to turn back the clock. It’s not that I’ve gotten really old but I definitely feel it.
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