Rough Draft Essay #2: FAST FOOD CAN'T WIN OVER HOMECOOKING

If we take a look among our society today, we’ll notice that in every interstate exit is at least 4-5 fast food locations on each side of the road. It is an easier way of life for those who are none cooks or those who just don’t have the time. We, as humans, just don’t understand the fact that, that is spending extra money on food that only last for the time being. Also, fast food has changed today’s families in ways that our grandparents wouldn’t agree with. The valuable family time is being neglected because of the amount of time and money out into fast food restaurants.

At 17, Kelly and her twin brother barely have time for family events they once treasured when they were younger. Their parents always had always made sure that family time comes first before any other plans but that soon change when Kelly’s father broke the news to his family that his job required him to move a bigger city with more opportunity.
The transformation from a smaller town to a much bigger city affected the family in a huge way that family time became the least of matters. Kelly and her brother were more involved in school; the parents became more occupied with work and less attention family dinner. With nothing else to come home to, Kelly and her brother became regular fast food members. Every other morning, Kelly finds herself entering McDonald’s and exiting Taco Bell at night with something for her and her younger brother. The family closeness was no longer available for both Kelly and younger her brother.

As a young, outgoing first grade teacher, Josh often finds himself in a rush every morning. With his hectic daily routine, it is hard for him to have time for himself. A year before he landed his big break as an elementary teacher, he promised to maintain his weight by eating the right diet and exercising more with the hope of avoiding diabetics that seems to run in his family. But with Josh’s new life, he procrastinate his promises as he continues to make regular stops at one of the fast food places close by.

Fast foods are known to be unhealthy because if the fatty acids and high in cholesterol but uneasy to ignore while homemade food are more healthy and requires more time to cook. Homemade food has the power to bring closure within the family while fast food does the opposite.

The First Step

Good Morning.

Its ironic how can be so passionate about a long-term goal you may trying to acheive but you then find yourselve in making the effort to make it a reality.
Taking the first step into making your dreams into reality is the hardest step. For me, it takes someone to actually push me into that first step....the hardest step for me. Thanks to a new-found friend of mine. i can't thank her enough for believing in me and staying on me.

Thanks Friend.

XoXo

K-L

Closed Doors

Good Morning.

Here I am trying to figure out what it is excatly I'm looking for in the oppsite sex. The answer to that is easy but yet hard to find among the opposite sex of today. Although I may be young, I've had quite a few relationships in the past but not one seem to have the whole package. Either he is Financially UNstable, thugs and wannabe's, unfaithfull, or just plain-old boring!!!
I don't get it! Why can't there just be someone out there that is a REAL MAN who handle what's his. If it's money, he doesn't have to worry about that because I have mines. Just as long as he has his.
Is that too much to ask for? My friends said to me that there is somone out there for every one but the ones i've been running into are just not my cup of tea.
Or is it me?
LOL...No...absoultely not.
It's a waste of time to invest my time into something I can't have for the long-term. Therefore, I'm closing all doors that doesn't intrest me.

Or what do you think?

2nd Draft: The beginning New Life In America

Kikelomo Moreira
Mrs.Sharon B. Aikens
English 1101
Descriptive Essay Rough Draft


My New Life in America

The two facts about Nigeria and America are, Nigeria is on the West of Africa where I was born

and raised, and America also known as the Land of Opportunity, stands by itself as a

continent. Both countries plays a huge roles in my life and they contribute to the person that I

am today. Nigeria has always been my all time favorite topic to share with people just as

America would be if I was to go back to my country. Nigeria is where my heart lays, my home,

and all I knew of before coming to the United States of America…my past. Never in a million

years would I think I would have a new beginning in America or anywhere else in that matter.

Oct 2002, at the age of 12, my adventure began to take formation as it marks the day I made

part with my other half into a world I have little to no knowledge about. Before leaving my

country behind, I took a look back wondering when or how I would return and if I would be

recognized as the same little innocent girl I was before my departure. Thoughts of disturbance

ran through my head as I pictured myself screaming at the top of my lungs for rescue from the

madness within myself that no one seem to notice but me. Waiting for the alarm to go off as it

does every morning to opening my eyes hoping this was all a dream…I soon learnt it wasn’t

when I was informed by a flight attendant to fasten my seatbelt.

Eight hours of tears, eight hours of pain, eight long hours of never getting the chance to say

goodbye was unbearable. It was bad enough that I had no other choice but the only one that was

given to me. Surprising how time seems to bypass when you pay little attention to it. Those eight

hours I spent dreading on what is soon to be my past felt like thirty minutes of the worst day of

my life. As we were half way through the long ride, I begin to ask God if this was what he

planned for me. If this was how he wanted me to find myself as a person (self identity). I

rememberd the advice I was given before departing "God doesn’t give you more than you can

handle.” These words of wisdom was what kept me from believing there wasn’t such a thing.

Not long before I drifted off to sleep, the Nigerian Airline plane landed on the ground that

was coated with nothing but neatly placed white ground there. I’ve never seen such a site.

Realizing my look of confusing the passenger next to me infromed me that the neatly white

coated ground is snow. Not sure what he was talking about, I nodded my head in agreement to

keep from looking or feeling stupid because of my lack knowledge with this new environment. As

soon as we entered the airport, I immediately notice the rush that people seem to have as if

their next step may be their last. Everything seemed to be moving at the speed of lighting. I

looked around to observe how everyone was dressed in long coats and gloves with scarves tied

around their neck and lower face. This seemed awfully odd, I thought. I didn’t quite understand

why they were so dressed in heavy clothing until I made my way out the opposite side of the

doorway. Immediately, I was greated by the wind that hit me as though I’ve been

hit with a bottle of ice freezed water. The wind felt as though I was going to be taken by it.

Between struggling to catch my breath, keeping my balance and keeping my luggage from

getting mixed up with the outside dirty snow that seems to be making its way into my sandals,

receiving assistance was the worst of all. It was hard enough that I couldn’t get a full

understanding of the way the English was that's begin spoken. I understood perfect English, but

understanding the American English was much harder than I expected.

From this point on, I realized that this is a new world, a new individual that has to make herself

known to this challenging world called America. The new level that marks the beginning of the

rest of my life. Having no clue, no supportive guardians, no mentor, in this life where I know no

one but me, myself and my father. A new life I had no control over…not by choice, but by

default.

R.I.P. Messenger

Hello World,

I'm going to make this nice and short.
I'm glad to be here, but not gald that my bestfriend didn't live to see another day. Yes, mybestfriend that hangs with me every where i go, stays in my purse untill it rings, my bestfriend who allows me to contact other friends. Sadly, my cell phone broke into piece yesterday. Now, all i have left to do is hold on a few days till i find a new best freind that fits my stlye.
Rest in peace "messenger"

XoXo

K-L

My New Life in America

My New Life in America

Two things facts about these two countries are Nigeria is on the West of Africa where I was born

and raised, and America also known as the United States of America, stands by itself. Both

countries plays a huge role in my life and they contribute to the person I am today. Nigeria has
always being my all time favorite topic to share with other people just as America would be if I

was to go back to my country. Nigeria has always been where my heart lies because it’s my

home, where my families are, and it has always been all I knew of before coming to the United

States of America. Never in a million years would I think I would have a new beginning in

America or anywhere else in that matter.


Oct 2002, at the age of 12, my adventure began to take formation as it marks the day I made

part with my other half into a world I have little to no knowledge about. Before leaving my

country behind, I take one more look wondering when or how I would return and if I would be

recognized as the same little innocent girl I was before I left. Thoughts ran through my head as I

was informed to fasten my seatbelt before going up into the air.

Crazy Morning.

Good morning World,

This morining has been a crazy one so far. Just fels like things aren't going in an normal way it usually does. First, on my way to school this morning, the city bus i was on decides to take on it's on mind and break down in the freaking middle of an intersection!!! Can you believe that? The city bus?!!! i don't undertstand how the bus is not in a good condition whti all the money it making. Secondly, my cell phone also decides to enhance the madness i was already going through by almost breaking in half, the screws on it are so loose that the top half is dangling from the bottom half. lol. I sort of find it funny looking back on it now. It's just been a crazy morning but hopefully it will get better soon.

Well that's all for today while i try to retain myself from having anymore bad situations.

XoXo

K-L