Some people believe that we are defined by what we throw away (garbology). Write a character sketch by describing the contents of your character’s waste basket. The trash basket: Is a place there you can see someone, where it’s more than meets the eye. When you see what’s in there, you’ll discover the truth. Every item tells a story, but it might not be the story you think. Let’s take a closer look at Hillary’s waste basket. I see an empty box for blonde hair dye. She wants to change her hair color because she’s insecure, she tells everyone it’s because she’s an adventurous girl. Why didn’t she recycle that box? Is she too lazy to bring it outside to the recycling bin? No, that’s not it all. Hillary’s room is spotless, and there’s always …show more content…
What did I say? The words are almost too horrible to repeat. As I was fighting with my friend, on a subconscious level, I wanted to hurt him. I don’t remember what we were actually fighting about, but I screamed “I hate Lebron James!” at the top of my lungs. I need you to understand how big of an offense this was to my friend, considering he was a Cavaliers fan, on the fact that I am a Celtic fan. As kids, my friend and I were on the same Basketball team. I always want to be there, and I was mediocre at best, but my mom told me not to give up. We hit it off right away, but I was living with a secret. He thought that I lived, ate, and breathed Basketball. Over the years, we went to Celtics/ Cavs games, balled out and made plans to make it to the league. The truth was, I just wanted to get a scholarship to a college. Every night, I had looked up stats, LeBron facts, and anything else that would get me better with my game. I was desperate to get my mom off my back; I wanted her to know that playing ball will be my ticket to college, so I was determined to make this work. I had transformed myself into a pass fight point guard, as he traditionally play wing just so he wouldn’t leave my side. We were inseparable, until it came time to decide what to do after high