Embarrassing Moment

I’ve had a lot of awkward moments in my life. Being a klutz, it was normal for me to trip over air or hit something daily. In fourth grade, at the age of ten, I did something a little out of the ordinary. I was in my Science class, a class that I loved at the time. We were learning about plants and the water cycle, and my teacher Ms. DeLuise told us we could plant our own plants and see how they grow. I have to admit I was pretty geeky and excited to get a flower, the only bad part was that some people would have to share because she was short some flower packages. I was certain that I didn’t want to share my flower. My plan was to be the first one to go get their flower packet and then the ones at the end would have to share; I would already be busy planting my flower. The only issue was that Ms. DeLuise, though a sweetheart and every kids favorite teacher, was also very scatterbrained. While she was busy looking for some papers and writing assignments on the board, I was waiting patiently for the picking of flower packets to begin. As I was waiting, I started to get that feeling deep down. I started jiggling my leg but it wouldn’t go away. I thought of dry desserts full of sand and rolling around in the laundromat dryers, but nothing. I had to go to the bathroom, desperately. I thought in my head that we had to pick flowers soon, class was almost over. I could even take the packet with me in the bathroom, so I definitely wouldn’t have to share, it was a better plan then I had before. Finally, Ms. DeLuise realized what time it was and let us pick our flowers as I was getting up to rush over, I tripped on the side leg of my desk and fell…and peed. I couldn’t hold it in without my legs crossed. I thought I could get away with it, just rush to the bathroom and wait until the bell rang. That was until my archenemy, Mike Haluska yelled out to the class, “Stephanie peed her pants.” It was the worst moment of my life; I can still remember everyone turning to look at me on the floor. I didn’t even get a flower.

5 Stereotypical Characters and their changes

5 Stereotypical characters

1.) The Jock- tall and handsome, strong, well built, charming, not smart, usually a jerk or a jerk turned good, dates a cheerleader or a popular girl
2.) The Girl Next Door-the ‘perfect’ girl, she is pretty but really sweet and smart too, down to earth, friends with everyone, usually ends up with the jerk turned good or a jock
3.) The Stoner- smokes and eats, unkempt, never gets anything done or adds up to anything, the losers, thinks weed can make any situation better
4.) The Snob- mostly a popular girl, pretty but not very smart, blonde, wants everything to go her way, doesn’t associate with losers, gossips and usually spreads nasty rumors about someone innocent
5.) The Nerd-too smart for his own good, picked on by his peers, either unkempt or extremely neat, not very good looking, usually corrects people when they speak or say anything incorrect, losers, probably wears glasses, dresses out of style

Not so Stereotypical characters

1.) The Jock- fakes an injury to get out of sports to see if he can get into college by his own merit, he does and becomes a sportscaster
2.) The Girl Next Door- goes to college, starts experimenting with drugs in her dorm, ends up with a bad crowd, fails out of college, goes back home and with the support of her parents gets her drug problem under control, goes to nursing school and becomes the head nurse at the local hospital
3.) The Stoner- smokes until his fifteen year old son finds his stash and asks to smoke with him
4.) The Snob- realizes that idle gossip isn’t for her and majors in journalism and communication studies in college; she gets a job as a local news reporter spreading truth across the area
5.) The Nerd- becomes a lawyer to help the ‘little people’ who can’t help themselves

My town

Bound Brook
When I was eight I moved to a small town called Bound Brook. It is one of the smallest towns in New Jersey. Length wise it’s only a mile long and it only has three major streets: Union, Mountain Ave, and Main Street.
Union Avenue is where everything important is. Whether it’s Chinese, Italian, Mexican, subs, sweets, hotdogs, burgers, or a grocery run, you’ll end up on Union Ave. Union Ave. has two Chinese restaurants, an Italian restaurant and bakery, a Subway, a Dunkin Donuts, a Quick Check, Burger King, a Weiner Heaven, Tony’s Pizzeria, Jose’s and a Shop-Rite; you cannot go hungry on this street if you have a couple of dollars. Besides food though, you can also fill your tank, and get all your sporting good needs at the Gulf and Efinger’s. There are also two pediatricians, a dentist, the high school, and some houses littering this street.
Vertically from Union Ave is Mountain Ave. This street, old-timers call Amen Ave. Mountain Ave has 3 churches, one Roman Catholic, one Methodist, one Protestant; it has a temple, a funeral parlor, and a cemetery. It is the most depressing or uplifting street you can be on, depending on who you ask.
The last street, parallel to Union Ave, is Main Street. You could call Main Street the ‘bad part’ of Bound Brook. Main Street is where the train station and the Bound Brook community housing is, or the projects to people who live there. It is a big Hispanic community and a lot of people living there are illegal immigrants or may have family who has illegal immigrants. In 2001, Hurricane Floyd ripped through our area leaving Main Street and many other parts of Bound Brook underwater, literally. Because of this hurricane, a lot of businesses and homes on Main Street were unlivable due to mold and water damage. Unfortunately, because of the status of some of the occupants downtown they were thrown out of their houses and businesses and downtown was left destroyed.
The next year, Bound Brook was hit again by Hurricane Katrina. The brook overflowed this time and most of town had to be rebuilt. The water had come so high that it hit the traffic lights and many had to be re-wired. Again, Main Street got ignored and many people had to leave their homes.
It was only until a couple of months later when Hurricane Rita came that our mayor decided it was time to do something. Lately they have been putting up walls to block the water from coming on the main streets. Main Street is an on-going project. Many houses and businesses had to be knocked down because of the condition and neglect, and many are sitting there empty. Only time will tell if it will go back to its original state.

Thelma's dialogue

“Thelma, I want the truth.” Steven Dudley’s chubby red face pushed into hers. Thelma looked down at her stomach and wanted to throw up.
“I went down to that gym, you know, I saw the two of you. You are such a slut, you know that.” Steven went to the cabinet and took down the vodka and poured himself a tall glass.
“Steve, you don’t mean that. Please don’t talk that way. I got to tell you something, it’s important please.” Thelma went to grab his hand but he pulled back.
“Don’t you dare touch me. I know exactly what you want to tell me. You’ve been fucking your trainer. Do you think I’m dumb? How long did you think you could have kept this from me?” He took another big gulp and threw the glass down. Glass and the leftover liquid flew everywhere and Thelma started to cry.
“Please Steve it was a horrible mistake. I’m so sorry.” At the thought of the phone call she received earlier, she started crying harder. “But I really do need to tell you something it’s important.”
“What could be more important than our marriage breaking up Thelma? You are such a selfish bitch sometimes.” Steven looked down at the mess he made and sighed, “I don’t think I can handle anything else.”
“I’m pregnant Steve.” Thelma looked down at her now flat stomach and couldn’t even imagine it with a child inside. She looked up at Steve and saw the question in his eyes.
“I don’t know who the father is.”

Thelma action story

Here is my Thelma Dudley action scene:

Thelma’s arms ached but she refused to stop. The elliptical machine read 10:01 and she groaned. Her breathing quickened and sweat ran down her heavily made up face, face for three her husband would say. When she saw her young Russian trainer approaching; she quickly dried her face, sucked in the stomach fat that was hanging over gold-sequined sweat pants and adjusted the zipper on her top to show off her ample assets.
"Hi" she said, trying not to pant.
"Hi yourself. Ten minutes already that's great Thelma."
"Ten minutes already? Wow I feel like I just got on."
"You're doing great. I think you're my star pupil." He put his hand on her back and when it slid down farther than what is appropriate, she smiled.
"Maybe I can teach you some things too." she said and winked.