ENC 1101-B3 & B4: Writing for Discovery

“Gosh this road is so long, when is it ever going to end?” I said to myself as I drove down the open road. There really are no cars on this road to keep me company and it’s making the drive seem like forever. Then again, it is 5 am in the morning so that probably explains it. Well now that this road is taking forever it’s really giving me time to reflect on why the heck I have to be out here solo anyway. I’m too young to be doing this alone and I hate to say it but I really need my parents. But forget them for now, they aren’t a part of my life for now.

It all started in my senior year of High School and I just was not getting along with my parents at any cost. I guess it was partly my fault for having a punk-like attitude all the time, but they really could never understand where I was coming from. I’m sure it’s mainly because in some warped way they don’t want to see there baby grow up and become an individual. They aren’t ready for it, but that’s too bad because I’ve been 18 for a while and I’m an adult now, and they should treat me like one.

Maybe if they had stopped treating me like a baby earlier in High School, things would have been different. My parents never allowed me to do anything. I was no allowed to hang out with certain friends that I wanted to and I was never really able to participate In all the activities at school I wanted to. It sucked. My parents only let me do swimming during high school and that wasn’t exactly doing it for me. I wanted to do other sports and things too but no, the parents said it was too dangerous.

Whenever I tried to voice my opinion, my parents did not like the tone of voice they heard from me. “Jim! I’ve never heard such disrespect in my life, go to your room!” they would say, well that’s a load of crap. I don’t understand why they consider me disrespecting them when all I did was present a differing opinion to theres. They are unable to accept me as an adult in the family, so of course I had to do something drastic to let them know that I wasn’t exactly your average push over kid anymore.

So to show them how I was no longer a little boy, I got a job (against my father’s will) to eventually raise enough money for a car. My parents decided to try and stop me through other methods like not giving me a ride to work, but I persisted. I rode my bike every morning on that busy road on the way to work with no regret or anger in my mind. Eventually this led to another famous altercations of ours which brings us to today. I split from my family, packed my things, and moved up to college on my own with my 1983 buick regal. I was on my own.

Back on the road, I had lost track of time on that empty road and noticed that I was running low on gas. There didn’t seem to be a gas station anywhere near, so I kept driving and luckily one popped up in the nick of time! I slowly rolled my huge buick into the lot by the pump. I began to fill it up and looked toward the convenience store to notice a very mean old dog sitting right by the entrance. I had never had much luck with dogs, so I hope I haven’t jinxed my self.

I nervously began walking toward the store after I was done filling up the car. I was carrying change I had gathered from the car to help pay for the gas. As I slowly walked by the dog, and opened the door (thinking I was in the free) the door slammed into the dog’s tail and pinched it. The dog began to wail but soon realized it would rather take it’s aggression out on me. I got in the store just in time before the dog could get in to come after me.

“Uh oh, looks like you did it now.” the store clerk said to me. “I can’t call him off ya either, he’s an old fella and he don’t listen to me anymore ya know.”. Well, just great, now what am I supposed to do? I quickly paid the cashier and asked him “Do you have a back door around here?”, noticing that the dog was not backing off. He pointed me to the door and I quickly crept out.

I had almost made it back to my regal when all of the sudden I felt the sharpest pain in my behind I had ever felt in my life. I screamed out in pain and was able to jump into the car before the dog continued to maul me. I drove off wondering to myself “God, ya know that’s just my luck!”. “Hopefully, when I get home Mom can help me treat this..” and then I realized what I had just said. I wasn’t going home, but now I know I really do miss my family. I am homesick already.