Today’s blog is going to incorporate what I learned in class about What You Don’t Know by Lulu Wang and My Name is Margaret by Maya Angelou. I’m going to retell a story about a scene that had happened in my past when I was younger.
One of the most negative times of my life has to start back in 7th grade with my family. My mom works two jobs, one is at a small business making good money but no benefits and the other was at a hairdressing shop also not making benefits. My father makes great money and has benefits but he can be bad with how he handles his money at times making my mother the one that usually gives out the money to my four brothers and I at the time. So being the entrepreneurial 13 year old that I was, I wanted to have money made by myself and use for only myself. One day I was going through YouTube and I saw a video showing how to make parachute cord bracelets and I thought to myself “well that could make me some money.” Soon after, I went out with my parents and they had bought the supplies I needed to make a couple bracelets. I make two bracelets and wore them to school. My one friend , Greg, comes up to me and asks “what is that it looks sooo cool.” I proudly say “yeah well I make them and if you want this one I'll sell you it for five dollars.” He shook his head in agreement and we exchanged his money for my bracelet. I couldn’t help but smile and think “my first customer.” I continue on with my day and go home with a new found love for making bracelets that night I had made six more bracelets hoping that tomorrow would make more money. Fortunately, I was right and the next day I had 4 people come up to me and buy bracelets. Then the next day I had sold 8 bracelets. This continued on for about two weeks day after day making more and taking requests for other colors or multicolored ones to be made that night and given to them by the next morning. I had sold way over 50 bracelets and I kept close track of how much money I had earned a little over three hundred dollars and a twenty five dollar visa gift card. I was never more truly happy then at that moment just the knowing that I had plenty of money to last me for a while. After some thought, I knew I wouldn’t spend it on just candy or another toy, but that I would invest it into a bank account and save it for something more important. Knowing that my parents would be busy with work until the weekend, I still had a two days to hold this money so i put it into the safest place I could think of… under all the shirts in my shirt drawer. After two tiring days at school it had officially become the weekend it was Friday but it was time to make a bank account and deposit money for the first time ever. I get home go right up the stairs, run right into my room, into my shirt drawer and there’s nothing not even the twenty five dollar gift card. The worst part about it had to be that I know exactly who took the money.
7 Comments
9/30/2018 10:21:47 am
It must be hard for you if the person who took your money was one of your loved ones. I am really sorry to hear that.
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Matt McShane
10/1/2018 08:23:16 am
This story was very well crafted. I really like what you did here.
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Qaadir.M
10/1/2018 05:59:57 pm
That's pretty rough. But being at that age its not exactly easy going around playing accuser though, so I can only imagine how you felt that day seeing your drawer empty.
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Colin
10/1/2018 06:16:39 pm
Its awful having money taken. I really liked the scene and can relate
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10/1/2018 07:44:22 pm
That's really impressive that you were able to make that much money from bracelets! When you described that you saw that the money wasn't there anymore, I could really feel that disappointment you probably felt.
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10/8/2018 03:33:28 pm
To give background information on your parents seemed trivial at first, but I see why it mattered in the end. Good job with this piece.
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Nicole Strasinski
10/16/2018 10:44:32 am
That really is the worst feeling having money taken.
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