Descriptive Essay
Ivory Koehn
9/10/2010
Descriptive Essay
Under The Raised Hand
Prologue
When I was a young girl learning about life and love, I always thought that some man would sweep me off my feet and it was my fate to be with him and only him. My mother was not a big fan of love and fate. She didn’t have a very good history of guys and relationships. She would always tell us love was not a reality and we should find someone with a lot of money. My mother is a strong feminist woman and I tried as hard as possible not to be like that. I desperately wanted the fairytale love story and I would prove my mother wrong, I would show her that the guy I professed my love to I would stay with him forever. As I grew older I wanted boyfriends in middle school but I was always too outgoing and creatively different to them. Once I got into high school it was completely different, I suddenly became attractive for boys. I did not have a great history with boys and relationships. My first love was a guy I met in my freshman year of high school but we were just a couple that realized we were better off as friends. I lost touch with him when I moved to a different school in the same district. It was like a year that already passed since the last time I seen him. When I was younger this website called Myspace.com was created and it was a way to connect with people online. I found him on Myspace.com and this is how this story starts.
My Story I was sitting in the uncomfortably large black office chair after a normal long drawn out day in high school. Looking at this new teen favorite website called MySpace and trying to make my profile was attractive enough for my fellow peers’ standards. That is when I noticed this tiny little icon trying to grab my attention with its flashing small graphic and a noticeable jingle to go along with it. Of course I was instantly excited that someone cared enough to take a small minute out of their day to message me. As I click on this small link,
9/10/2010
Descriptive Essay
Under The Raised Hand
Prologue
When I was a young girl learning about life and love, I always thought that some man would sweep me off my feet and it was my fate to be with him and only him. My mother was not a big fan of love and fate. She didn’t have a very good history of guys and relationships. She would always tell us love was not a reality and we should find someone with a lot of money. My mother is a strong feminist woman and I tried as hard as possible not to be like that. I desperately wanted the fairytale love story and I would prove my mother wrong, I would show her that the guy I professed my love to I would stay with him forever. As I grew older I wanted boyfriends in middle school but I was always too outgoing and creatively different to them. Once I got into high school it was completely different, I suddenly became attractive for boys. I did not have a great history with boys and relationships. My first love was a guy I met in my freshman year of high school but we were just a couple that realized we were better off as friends. I lost touch with him when I moved to a different school in the same district. It was like a year that already passed since the last time I seen him. When I was younger this website called Myspace.com was created and it was a way to connect with people online. I found him on Myspace.com and this is how this story starts.
My Story I was sitting in the uncomfortably large black office chair after a normal long drawn out day in high school. Looking at this new teen favorite website called MySpace and trying to make my profile was attractive enough for my fellow peers’ standards. That is when I noticed this tiny little icon trying to grab my attention with its flashing small graphic and a noticeable jingle to go along with it. Of course I was instantly excited that someone cared enough to take a small minute out of their day to message me. As I click on this small link,