I related with the story when i remembered walking around down town st. paul at six in the morning. There was an uncanny fear that gripped me when i passed a colored person with baggy clothes. technically, he would be no different then any other stranger, but stereotyping brought alot of fear.

boy those m&m’s were good!! So, now I’m blogging on what I read. If I really was into it and I was a peanut student i would be overjoyed at the added on oppertunity to write for my class, as it is my blooging capibilities spit me out as a plain, very plain, m&m. I would like defend myself though. Blogging has absolutly nothing to do with class so wheather i love it or participate begrugingly, I still love the basic idea behind comp class. Your NOT going to find me with three seperate rough drafts, but I doo spend at least 3-5 hours on my first.

hope nobody actually read this…

     Ever since she was a little girl, heels had fascinated her. When her mother would go to work and leave her with her babysitter, Jenny, she would patiently wait until Jenny had received her traditional phone call from her boyfriend and set her in front of the TV. While she was distracted, Mary would sneak away from the television and go to her mother’s room. She always bypassed her mom’s silky dresses and pretty hats and went straight to her shoes. Her Favorite was her moms red ones with the big black bow on the toe. By the time Mary was nine she had decided that when she grew up she would wear pretty shoes. Little did she know that the shoes would be her only enjoyment in her career.      1:oo in the afternoon and her stomach was growling so loud she feared that someone would escort her out for disturbing the peace. She had to get her project done concerning the companies budget on the yarn that they were using in China compared to the price in Taiwan. This had to be done by 2:oo and she had some major set backs. To top her frustration with the short people across the pacific, the fax on her floor stopped working so she was stuck running up the stairs every 10 minutes to collect the records they sent from Taiwan. While she was sending in her request for a couple more documents her mind wondered over to how excited she was to get this job right out of college. It was supposed to be the opportunity of a lifetime, and sometimes she wished that she worked at Target.      Target couldn’t really be that bad after all. Everybody wears matching shirts and pants so you never have to worry about your clothes. You get slightly more flexible hours, and you don’t ever have to take your work home with you.