Hello again, this is my third blog post for my English Composition class. In this assignment, we had to pick an object that evokes emotion in us and write a scene regarding that object. Surprisingly, I knew exactly what object to write about. We also had to read Maya Angelou’s, “My Name Is Margaret,” which is a small section from her book, “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.” In this passage, we read about this young girl named Margaret who deals with racism and is renamed to please her rich, white boss. She knows exactly who she is and she can’t believe she has to put up with being called something that isn’t her name. Her sense of identity relates to my story because my object and the person who gave it to me has helped me figure out who I am. Below, I’ll be posting a link to this little passage if you’re interested in checking it out.
My Name Is Margaret (Maya Angelou) “Where do you wanna do gifts at? In my room or in the basement?” I look up at Ryan, my very tall and nerdy boyfriend, as he looks down at me from the top of his steps. I come stumbling in his house with his Christmas gifts and the McDonalds I picked up on the way. I stand there with my hands full and reply, “Um..”, hoping he decides for me. “Alright we can go in the basement, you can go down, I’ll be right there.” I make my way down into the basement he recently converted in his “Man Cave”, he likes to call it that and I roll my eyes every time he does. I’m extremely eager to swap our gifts, so I place our huge bag of burgers and fries to the side and sit nervously while I hear him make his way down. It’s our first Christmas together so I don’t know what to expect on his end. Did he get me a lot? Did he get me nothing? Will I like what he got? Will he like what I got? After what felt like years, he finally comes walking down the steps, carefully holding this awkward wrapped lump with a goofy smile on his face. I give him a smirk and raise my eyebrow as if I’m trying to say, “What the hell is that?” He hands me this bundle of Christmas wrapping paper and as I go to move it, he butts in with, “Woah, woah, woah, keep it flat, okay?” Now my interest is peaked, what could he have gotten me that needs to remain flat? I smile at him as he sits next to me on the sofa and tells me to be careful opening it. I start to lightly rip at the paper which reveals a green Jansport backpack. He then gestures which pocket to open up, I could tell he thought carefully about putting this together. I open up the medium sized pocket on the front of the bag first, inside he stocked it with pencils and pens and a Starbucks gift card. He then points to the largest pouch and inside that I find a Harry Potter documentary. I hold it up and read the back, and he then gestures that there is something else inside. I reach in the laptop sleeve and feel a small box. I pull it out and come face to face with a delicate, rectangular, blue box. I lift open the lid and inside is the prettiest necklace I’ve ever seen. It’s has a thin, silver chain with a little green teardrop stone as the charm. It’s peridot, which is my birthstone. I fall in love with it, it’s simple yet elegant and it has something that represents me. “Do you like it?” he breaks the silence, “it’s peridot, your birthstone. Do you know that different countries have different birthstones? I looked it up to be sure.” I smile up at him and tell him I love it, and give him a kiss. I immediately put it on and start playing with it, getting familiar to the chain against my neck and looking down awkwardly at the little green stone I adore. Everyday I find myself mindlessly running my finger along it and overtime it’s become somewhat of a security blanket. My hand searches for it while I’m at work or in class to make sure it’s there and when it finally finds it, a sense of security and calmness washes over me. I never really knew who or what I belonged to, but since I’ve met Ryan, I know he’s who I’m supposed to be with and he helps me become a better person each day. I feel safe with him and my necklace reminds me of that, even when he’s not around.
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Nadiia
2/4/2019 09:53:46 am
Girls always underestimate guys. Or guys are doing such that girls cannot expect anything sweet and lovely. Your story is shining with love)))
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Sabatino
2/4/2019 07:24:46 pm
Thanks for sharing such a touching moment from your life story. The writing allows us to feel the moment with you, I think.
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Kayla
2/4/2019 08:23:20 pm
Aw this was so cute!! I loved this it really shows how much you guys love each other and the necklace is so cute!
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