My Roommate Tom

Didn't know what to write so i decided to do a profile/ make up stories about my roommate.

Thomas Galligan was born June 6, 1991 into a loving family consisting of his Mom, Dad and older brother. Unaware to him at the time, he would soon become the middle child of his family after the birth of his little sister Annie. Thomas’s childhood years were spent in Baltimore where he played frequently with his older brother Ed in various activities. These included, pretend games such as reenacting battle scenes from power ranges, and exploring the land of Toy Story. He also enjoyed playing kickball and rollerblading until won day he took a nasty spill down a hill. Thomas suffered a factored ulna, which deeply scared his passion for rollerblading. Thomas never fully recovered from the incident until a few years later when he returned to the hill and successfully bladed down it while screaming, “Hallelujah.”

When Thomas turned eight his family moved to Annapolis as a result of his Dad’s career. Thomas was depressed about leaving his old home, friends, and the neighborhood he grew up in. He was enrolled in St. Mary’s Elementary School, which was a medium sized private school in downtown Annapolis. Thomas recalls his first day at St. Mary’s to be one of the most embarrassing days of his life. Basically, it was his first day of second grade and he peed his pants. But, the reason for the pee pants was because there was a single bathroom in the back of the room and there was a long line. Thomas remembers, “I couldn’t hold it any longer so I just went with the flow.” That afternoon when Thomas returned home he had practically forgotten the incident until his Mom asked hem why he smelled of urine. He explained and she was not the least bit pleased.

As the years past on Thomas developed his group of friends which where relatively well behaved. Although, one day in seventh grade Thomas and his friends started something that no one in seventh grade would forget. A food fight, Thomas said, “It was the most epic event of my primary education.” Thomas’s friends had made the perfect plan during their history class the period before lunch. They all bought big meals with double orders of spaghetti and lots of sides. Than they strategically picked Billy Thompson to throw food at first because he had a low tolerance for others picking on him. Expectantly, they got the reaction they were looking for and the rest was history. When Thomas moved on to high school some of his friends went to different schools therefore the group was partially dismembered. Thomas entered high school opened to new ideas and new people. He played football his freshmen year and learned that it wasn’t for him. He soon found his new group of friends and his place at St. Mary’s high school. Thomas was always strong academically growing up and strived to achieve the highest grades he could in high school. He graduated first in his class and was able to give his valedictorian speech on what he was passionate about, family and food. Thomas says, “It was one of the happiest days of my life.” Thomas had a great summer and when fall rolled around he back his bags and headed to Virginia Tech were he roomed with this kid Jimmy Cook. Jimmy and Thomas were friends back in high school and decided to room together in college. College has been great for Thomas so far he’s involved in dairy club and prevet club. He’s surely enjoying himself, life’s good!

Comparing Generations

Decided to compare my generation with my grandmothers.

I have always felt close to my grandmother, but not always on a personally level. Of course I love her to death and yet sometimes I feel like we don’t see eye to eye because we are from two completely different generations. She grew up in the 1950’s when the music was slow and everything could be bought with change. My grandmother would always tell me this story about how she would buy her after school snack with a dime, consisting of a bottle of cola, and a snickers bar or chocolate bar. The genre of her generation is quite different than mine, it’s slower and has a strong blues influence. However, my generation couldn’t buy anything with a dime except maybe a thin mint or some other insignificant candy. The music of my generation is more up beat and diverse because its been brought forth out of generations of music before it. Although my grandmother and I are from completely different generations a connection was made that brought us to a closer understanding.

One day on our family’s summer vacation in Emerald Isle, North Carolina my grandmother bought a CD. Something I was not curious at all about at the time. She played it during the evening while my mom, dad and her prepared dinner. I was in and out of ear shot, so I wasn’t exactly listening or comprehending any of the music being played. Partially, because my grandmother was dancing around and that was a form of entertainment I was not willing to participate in. However, the next morning I was sitting in the entertainment area and noticed my grandmother had left her new CD in the DVD player. Out of curiosity I pressed play, paused and sat there for a moment listening. To my surprise the music before me was upbeat and funky. I began to enjoy the CD, which was called Disco Fever and approached my grandmother about it. Although, it wasn’t the easiest task to admit to my grandmother that I liked her music. For the first time in a long time I felt we had made a new connection besides just the grandma, grandson connection. We talked about the CD she bought and how she used to dance to it as a little girl. This new understanding opened a new door for me and a realized my grandmother was a fun person to be around.

Looking back on this event I feel old generations and new can find similarities if and only if they are willing to try and admit they like something of the past.

Dan P Rock, Paper, Scissors Thesis

Dan won because Dan is the man.

Dan did not need a plan,

He only had to use a single hand.

Rock, paper, scissors was no match,

So you better watch out when Dan P pulls his hand out.

My Friend Poudi

Decided to write a little about my friend Brain and how i came to know him.

Brian Poudri, a.k.a. Poudi, Poop Scoop, Poop Scoop da Poudi, Poudacious, Poudi My Woudi, Chewy, and any imitation of Chewbacca from starwars. Brian was born in the town of Baltimore on December 12, 1990 to a loving family consisting of Mrs. and Mr. Poudri.

From the beginning, there was always something special about Brian. He was a very daring and adventurous baby. One day, when Brian was just seventeen months of age he was in the family room of his family’s house in one of those baby bouncers. The kinds were you place the baby up right in the harness and they jump around and move the whole contraption. Well, Brian being Brian, was jumping all around the kitchen having a grand ole time. His mother (who happened to be watching him) had left the basement door open. Brian soon managed to jump his way towards the basement door and before it was to late he was tumbling down the basement stairs. Mrs. Poudri rushed down the stairs expecting the worst, but when she reached Brian she was stunned to see a perfectly healthy baby laughing hysterically. Of course Mrs. Poudri took Brain to the doctor just to make sure he was completely fine. From that incident onwards Brain was never the same.

After the incident Brian began a stage were he laughed at everything, he just couldn’t contain himself. “He won’t stop laughing,” said Brian’s little brother Nick. “All he does is laugh and he can’t take anything seriously, it’s extremely frustrating.” Mr. and Mrs. Poudri assumed it was just a stage he was going through and that he would grow out of it within a few months. However, that didn’t happen, days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years, and he just couldn’t stop laughing. When Brian turned ten years old he was in the parking lot of a Wal-Mart were he witness a man stealing a women’s purse. He should have reacted in some way, for example, calling the police. Instead, Brian stood there just watching and laughing uncontrollably as this woman’s purse was being snatched right from her hands. Brian was not contributing to society but instead laughing at it.

Eventually, Brian graduated high school and it was time to find a job. He simply chose his favorite sandwich out of all the fast food restaurants and applied there. Brian had always had a laughing obsession with Wendy’s spicy chicken sandwich so it was only natural to work there. When he met with the manager he just couldn’t stop laughing, although the manager was so impressed with his bright and humorous attitude that he decided to position Brian as the drive through attendee. Brian loved his job just taking orders and laughing all day-it’s all he ever could of dreamed of. Except one day a man came through the drive through and decided to take his order. Brian was having burst of uncontrollable laughter that day and was feeling rowdy. After every time that man would say something Brian would laugh uncontrollably. The man was losing his patience and became frustrated while threatening to sue Brian for harassment. The man sped off without his food and he was never to be seen again. However, the next week Brain received a letter in the mail with an official documented complaint and a court date. Long story short, Brian got sued so much that if he worked at Wendy’s the rest of his life he still wouldn’t be able to pay off his debt. Brian now resides in a mental hospital because he received so many complaints of the laughter that made people feel discriminated and harassed.