Prompt
I have always hated holidays, and I’m not sure what other people see in
them. Life is a series of events, and no single day is more important than
all the others.
Botner
Instead of concentrating on the special days we don’t have, we should
concentrate on the special days that are ahead. Yes, we should be thankful
for our family and friends, and cherish the good times, but the true meaning
of Thanksgiving is not spending the day with those we care about, but
sharing our blessings with those who don’t have much to be thankful for.
That is the true meaning of Thanksgiving. Tomorrow at 8:00 A.M., the NCAA’s
football championship will be held in the Rose Bowl stadium in Pasadena. My
family and I are really excited because we will be in California for the big
game. Of course, the game is great, but I think the reason we get so excited
is that we are near our family and have the opportunity to celebrate
together. As Americans, we love the chance to celebrate. We like to make a
day of it, and we do. We cook big meals and go out to eat. I know a lot of
us will also watch the game, and although I am excited, I am also nervous. I
have worked hard to get to this point in my life, and I know how proud my
family will be of me. They will look at me and tell me that they are so
proud of me. I will never forget the moment I look up and see...
Conclusion
...my proposal on the jumbotron. My boyfriend will be so surprised. It’s
happening in about fifteen minutes, and I’m worried it’s not going to go
well. I know he’ll say yes, but what if he doesn’t even see it? They’re not
gonna leave it up there forever. I love the guy, but he can be kind of
oblivious. He’s not what’s the number for 911? dumb, but he’s been known to
miss really obvious things. I always keep his anniversary and birthday gifts
just sitting on the corner of my home office desk, and even though I always get
him what he’s been wanting, he never notices. I like to tease him about it.
Right now, he’s also getting hungry and antsy, which is another problem. I
can’t let him get up and go, because who knows how long that will take?
Sensing my distress, and wanting to torture me with it apparently, he stands
up, and starts to leave. I try to hold him back, but he doesn’t let me. He
claims he has something important to do, and when I ask him when he’ll be
back, he says he’ll see me in ten minutes. Then he winks. Okay, ten minutes.
As long as he sticks to that schedule, we should be fine. The minutes tick
by, and I’m getting worried. Four, five, six. Now it’s been nine, and
there’s still no sign of him. He’s really cutting it close. Ten. No! Just
then, a man in a tuxedo steps onto the field with a microphone. He clears
his throat, and announces that a man in the audience has a special proposal.
The crowd goes wild. No, he’s not back yet, it’s too early! This is going to
be ruined. I shake my head, but my family just smirks knowingly at me. They
know what I’m planning, why are they so excited? Then my boyfriend steps
onto the field, and approaches the man in the tuxedo. The marching band
comes out simultaneously. He takes the mic for himself, and begins to sing.
It’s our song; the one that was playing at the restaurant when we first met.
It wasn’t a date. I was with my cousin, and he was alone at the bar, and we
both couldn’t help but nod our heads to the beat. He finishes the song, and
then pops the question. Who’s the oblivious one now?
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