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Today went good. I got up this morning and got ready to go to the math competition at SVCC. It wasn't that bad. I didn't place but we had a good time. We played a game on the way home that was really fun. After I got home I came up here and went to sleep for a while. I got a new icon. I think it is pretty cool. We had to write the paragraph for Mrs. Sykes last night and I thought I would put it on here. Be sure you read it. If you don't read anything else just make sure you read this:
As we were driving down the road, I could see the giant yellow sign far off in the distance. As we passed by the bank, I noticed there were more people than usual there. When we pulled into the Dollar General store parking lot, my fears were confirmed. It was Social Security check day and everyone was flocking to the Dollar General. As we rounded the parking lot, I could tell there was no where to park. I could guarantee you there were ten Ford Fiesta’s in the parking lot. None of them was one solid color either. One was black, blue, and red. Finally, I noticed a Chevrolet Chevette leaving its parking space so I went and parked in there. I was shocked at the way these people were letting their young children come into public. Out of 12 little kids, only 3 of them had shoes on. I dreaded walking through that door. I knew it was going to be like Christmas at Wal-Mart. But then I thought, “it’s no where near Christmas. It can’t be that bad.” As I pushed my way through the door, I found myself rubbing elbows with not the rich and famous, but the no teeth and greasy haired. I thought I was going to throw up from the smell of sweat. As I looked around, I noticed everything in the store had been rummaged through except for the personal hygiene isle. I started gagging and I knew I was about to throw up on all of these people. I tried to make my way to the back of the store so no one would see me, but I was blocked by this welfare kid who lunged himself on the ground because his mom would not purchase him a 50 cent candy bar. She was able to buy a skank shirt that read, “I like attention”, but she was unable to afford her son a candy bar. I finally made it to the back of the store and hurled. That place made me sick. They really should declare the Dollar General store a disaster area on check day.
As we were driving down the road, I could see the giant yellow sign far off in the distance. As we passed by the bank, I noticed there were more people than usual there. When we pulled into the Dollar General store parking lot, my fears were confirmed. It was Social Security check day and everyone was flocking to the Dollar General. As we rounded the parking lot, I could tell there was no where to park. I could guarantee you there were ten Ford Fiesta’s in the parking lot. None of them was one solid color either. One was black, blue, and red. Finally, I noticed a Chevrolet Chevette leaving its parking space so I went and parked in there. I was shocked at the way these people were letting their young children come into public. Out of 12 little kids, only 3 of them had shoes on. I dreaded walking through that door. I knew it was going to be like Christmas at Wal-Mart. But then I thought, “it’s no where near Christmas. It can’t be that bad.” As I pushed my way through the door, I found myself rubbing elbows with not the rich and famous, but the no teeth and greasy haired. I thought I was going to throw up from the smell of sweat. As I looked around, I noticed everything in the store had been rummaged through except for the personal hygiene isle. I started gagging and I knew I was about to throw up on all of these people. I tried to make my way to the back of the store so no one would see me, but I was blocked by this welfare kid who lunged himself on the ground because his mom would not purchase him a 50 cent candy bar. She was able to buy a skank shirt that read, “I like attention”, but she was unable to afford her son a candy bar. I finally made it to the back of the store and hurled. That place made me sick. They really should declare the Dollar General store a disaster area on check day.