Richard Nguyen
Professor Judy Gough
Linguistic 12
23 January 2012
Word count: 1060
The Good Life
As the clock struck seven, my phone would start playing the song “Under Cover of
Darkness” by the Strokes. The alarm always wakes me up just enough so that I would be able to
turn it off and go back to sleep. Then like clockwork, my mom would slam the door open, walk
into my room and tell me, in her firm voice, to wake up and get ready for school. In the first
week of college, I over slept and missed all my morning classes, this leaded me to wake up with
a great amount of resentment toward my roommates for not waking me up.
I was going through
a new chapter in my life. For the first time in my eighteen years of existence, I was on my own. I
started to notice the little things first of all; the empty glass of milk, which always mysteriously
disappeared in the morning, was still on my table. The dirty laundry scattered around the room
remained where it was day after day. Living in the dorm with two roommates has opened my
eyes, and it has shown me the things I had taken for granted from my parents back home.
In my senior year of high school, all I wanted was to get out of the house and experience
dorm life. I wanted to live the luxurious life of a college student
—
free of chores, constant
supervision, and the occasional lectures. I was growing tired of my parents’ constant yammering
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