Stream of Consciousness
Jack Mason
1st Period
10/11/12
Stream of Conscience Writing
Dinner
“Jack, time for dinner!” My mom called to me from downstairs. She such a pest when it comes to getting me to do something. She will just say the same thing over and over. “Jack! Come get your dinner!” See there it is again. “Fine!” I shout back in reply just to get her to be quiet for a bit. I look at my computer screen. Only 5% left. I should get the charger, but it’s all the way over there and I don’t feel like it. Twitter and Facebook are dead, which makes it even harder to cope with the boringness. “Your food is going to get cold!” says the irritating voice. Then, my computer screen goes black. Well, I guess that’s my reason I should go eat.
I stumble through the door and stomp down the stairs. It was a running day at soccer, and my calves are aching. As I finally hit the bottom the strong scent of deliciousness hits my nostrils. “What’s on the menu today?” I ask my Mom. She replies, “Spaghetti and tomato sauce.” I guess I am in the mood for spaghetti. Although, I’m not that hungry. “I think this is the best spaghetti I’ve ever cooked!” Mom brags. “You say that every time no matter what it is you are cooking.” I honestly inform her. I plop down at the bar and wait to be served my food. “You have two legs, get up and fix your own plate.” She barks at me, “Oh, and we are all eating in the dining room together.” Oh brother, this is going to be so much fun. I walk over to the stove where the spaghetti is still steaming in the pot. As I reach in with my fork to get some, the steam rises around me creating a warm sensation. I put a reasonable amount on my plate before hearing my dad, “Come on son, you need to eat more that that.” I scoop a little more on my plate, and drench the spaghetti in tomato sauce. I walk over to the table and take the same seat I have for the last 10 years. Robert is in the study room watching TV. Of course, that’s what he always does. It’s like he is in sort of a
1st Period
10/11/12
Stream of Conscience Writing
Dinner
“Jack, time for dinner!” My mom called to me from downstairs. She such a pest when it comes to getting me to do something. She will just say the same thing over and over. “Jack! Come get your dinner!” See there it is again. “Fine!” I shout back in reply just to get her to be quiet for a bit. I look at my computer screen. Only 5% left. I should get the charger, but it’s all the way over there and I don’t feel like it. Twitter and Facebook are dead, which makes it even harder to cope with the boringness. “Your food is going to get cold!” says the irritating voice. Then, my computer screen goes black. Well, I guess that’s my reason I should go eat.
I stumble through the door and stomp down the stairs. It was a running day at soccer, and my calves are aching. As I finally hit the bottom the strong scent of deliciousness hits my nostrils. “What’s on the menu today?” I ask my Mom. She replies, “Spaghetti and tomato sauce.” I guess I am in the mood for spaghetti. Although, I’m not that hungry. “I think this is the best spaghetti I’ve ever cooked!” Mom brags. “You say that every time no matter what it is you are cooking.” I honestly inform her. I plop down at the bar and wait to be served my food. “You have two legs, get up and fix your own plate.” She barks at me, “Oh, and we are all eating in the dining room together.” Oh brother, this is going to be so much fun. I walk over to the stove where the spaghetti is still steaming in the pot. As I reach in with my fork to get some, the steam rises around me creating a warm sensation. I put a reasonable amount on my plate before hearing my dad, “Come on son, you need to eat more that that.” I scoop a little more on my plate, and drench the spaghetti in tomato sauce. I walk over to the table and take the same seat I have for the last 10 years. Robert is in the study room watching TV. Of course, that’s what he always does. It’s like he is in sort of a