For blog post four we have to connect a theme from Hills Like White Elephants to the story you’re about to read. The story I’m going to tell you is the story about the time I had to tell my dad everything that happened to me in the past six months. The theme I will be connecting to the two stories is regret. My story is about the regret I have for not telling my dad sooner about everything. Hills Like White Elephants is about the regret the man has for getting this young girl pregnant.
Recently I had to tell my mom the truth about everything that happened to me in the past couple of months. I told her that I pissed hot for a drug test at work, I got arrested in Wildwood and Folcroft for possession of weed. It wasn’t a pleasant conversation. About a week later my dad asked me to go to dinner, and I didn’t think anything of it at first but as I thought about it more I had a feeling that he knew everything that happened. He picked me up and on the car ride to the bar McGillicuddy's, we were talking about the Eagles and the NFL. After we get seated we start talking and he asked “is there is anything you want to talk about.” I said “No, not anything I can think of”. He said “are you sure” and he had a look on his face that said he knew something and wanted me to say it before he has too. So I said “it looks like you have something you want to talk about”. We sat there for a minute and he had that look on his face. So I said “ok. I got arrested in Wildwood for possession of weed”. He wasn’t as mad as I thought he was going to be. He was madder at the fact that I got caught and didn’t tell him. We talked about it. He said “you know you can tell me that kind of stuff. I’m not going to yell at you”, then asked if there was anything else he should know. I said “yeah, I got arrested in Folcroft for possession”. I told him that the charge got dropped down to a disorderly conduct. He was upset that I didn’t learn my lesson from what happened in Wildwood. He was saying how “this could really mess your life up if it doesn’t go the way you need it to go”. I said “I know I’m done with all that. It was a wakeup call for me”. After that he asked me about what happened at work. I said “I pissed hot for the drug test after the accident”. He was madder at my aunt and uncle for not telling him any of this. I told him “I asked Aunt Mary and Uncle Steve not to say anything”. He said “I understand she has your back, but I wish she would have told me and said that she handled it. I would have been fine with that. I just wish I knew what was going on”. I agreed with him and said “your right I should have told you earlier. I just didn’t know how you were going to react”. He said “how am I reacting right now? I’m not screaming, we’re just having a conversation. Your twenty years old Joe, I know yelling at you will just cause you to tune me out”. I agreed with him. Then he brought my friends into the conversation and how maybe they aren’t the right friends for me. I stopped that argument right there and said “the friends I have right now are the best friends I ever had. I don’t have to worry about calling Kelly or Luke asking them for a favor and they just say no. I know my friends have my back like I have theirs”. He said “I get that, I’m just saying I don’t want them to make a wrong decision and bring you into it. I want you to be smarter than that and know when to walk away when you don’t think it’s the right move”. I understood where he was coming from, from a parental view. He was saying how he tried it for the first time when he was fifty. After our talk I had a couple questions for him. The first question I asked him was “who told you about everything”. He said “your mom”. Then I asked him “who did you smoke with”? He said “Erin and Matt in Florida”. Then I asked “did you like the feeling of being high”? He said “I didn’t like how paranoid I was after smoking it”. Then I asked him “are you against it because it’s illegal or are against it altogether”? Then we got our food and we were just talking about what’s going on in our lives. After we were done eating we left and on the car ride home he said “I love you Joe, I want you to know that you can come to me with anything. I’m not going to yell or scream. I’ll have a conversation with you”. I said “thank you, love you too. From now on no more secrets. If something happens I’ll talk to you about it. I should have told you sooner, I don’t know why I didn’t just tell you in the first place”. He dropped me off at my house and that was the end of the conversation. As I was walking into my house I thought to myself “that wasn’t that bad, he treated me like an adult and had a conversation with me”. If only the rest of my family could understand that”.
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For blog post three we have to connect an item from My Name is Margret to an item in my story. In My Name is Margret the casserole dish that was handed down to Mrs. Cullinan from her mother is what I will be connecting. In my story I will be connecting my chain and Italian horn (Cornicello).
About a year ago me and a couple of my friends were in the Springfield mall, when we passed Kay Jewelers. My one friend Kelly wanted to stop in and try to find a pendant for his chain. We were talking to the sales person for a while just looking at the catalog. After about 30 minutes of talking to the sales rep I started to think to myself how I kind of wanted a chain but I didn’t want to just be copying my other friends. Then Kelly said, “Yo Bucc, you should get a chain.” I was hesitant at first because they were expensive and I thought I was going to either break it or lose it. Then the sales rep showed me the chains they had available. The first thing he asked me was, “What kind of chain are you looking for? We have gold or sterling silver.” I know I didn’t want a gold one because all my other friends have a gold one. So I said, “I want a sterling silver chain”. He said, “Ok, here are all the sterling silver chains we have”. It wasn’t a lot but they still had a good selection. He left me and my friends alone for about ten minutes then came back and asked, “Is there anything you like or have questions about.” I said, "Yeah" and I started asking him prices. After I found the one I wanted I asked, "How much is this one?" He said, “Three hundred dollars.” I was a little weary about the price at first then Kelly said, “That’s actually not bad for that chain.” So I bought it and I thought to myself, “Do I even look good with a chain on, or do I look like an idiot." When I got home my mom saw it and said, “I like it, are you going to get a pendant for it?” I replied, “Yeah, I think I’m going to get a crucifix or just a cross.” She didn’t really like that idea, but she also didn’t really have a say in it. The next day I went to work and my coworkers were asking me about my chain. My one coworker said, “You should get an Italian horn for it.” I asked, “What’s an Italian horn?” he said, “It’s a symbol of fertility and luck in Italian culture. You are mostly Italian right?” I said, “Yeah I’m seventy-five percent Italian.” He told me I couldn’t get it myself though because its bad luck if you buy it for yourself. After about a week my grandmom asked, “What do you want for Christmas?” I said, “I don’t know, I haven’t really thought about it.” Then she asked, “Do you want me to get you an Italian horn for your chain." I asked her, “How do you know about that.” She said, “Somebody told me about it.” So I said, “Yeah, I’ll take that.” So I gave her my chain and the next day she got me it. I was surprised when I first saw it, and asked her, “Why is it so big?” She said, “That’s what the girl at the store said it had to be because it’s a big chain.” So I said, “Ok, thank you for the Christmas present, love you”. She replied with, “No problem honey.” Everybody was asking me what I had on my chain for the first couple of days. They all thought it was a sperm or something. I told them what it was and the meaning behind it. I love it, I hope I can wear it for the rest of my life and pass it on to my children when they grow up. Just like the casserole dish in My Name is Margret that Mrs. Cullinan’s family passed down to her. |
Joe BucciI haven't wrote all that much before this class. The last time I wrote something was probably high school, which was two years ago. ArchivesCategories |