Essay about I Am Made Up At Poughkeepsie Day School

1303 Words Mar 1st, 2016 6 Pages
“I thought and pondered-vainly. I felt that blank incapability of invention which is the greatest misery of authorship, when dull Nothing replies to our anxious invocations.” shelley

This is how I feel as I attempt to pinpoint the crucial events that have made up my present day psych. I suppose I am made up differently than most students at Poughkeepsie Day School. To begin my mind floats to age three, where the mess began. I can still see the sun peaking in; it lightly brushing the creamy yellow walls. The stained white rug that had been lived in, and turned into a spotty brown rag. The green, luscious wood was my playland. My shiny black dog sat on the moldy deck; I remember pressing my little hand against her shiny, hot fur. “How can you just sit in the sun you cute little thing?” I pulled her soft ears back and looked at her cute little face, lightly kissing her snout. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced so much admiration for a being. Never again will I feel that illuminating emotion in my chest. I recall gritting my teeth because my childhood dog was too cute to fathom. Poe, my dog, would hide in the blue master bedroom as my mother and father yelled. I would sit on the floor watching this strange interaction. I remember sitting on the floor grasping my knees to my chest hysterically laughing. I’ve observed that when someone is yelling at me I tend to laugh as a nervous reaction.
One night I had a dismal dream about moving from my house where I grew up and…

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