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Buffy, Angel and Other things I Love--errr---Hate
Tuesday, 17 February 2004
My essay for english....
I wrote this essay. It is really bad, but it is funny because it is about my messed up family.

kt



Around the Table
It has been done for centuries around the world. Dinner is prepared, and families sit around a table to eat. My family has always done this, and after many meals, I have been accustomed to the routine. I realize now that it is not about eating?it is about being with your family and knowing how to deal with them.


As it is, I am the first at the table. I sit at my seat in the far right hand chair, and sip at my milk and put bits of food on my plate to eat. One of my siblings will be next. My brother, who sits to the left of me, will tell me to stop picking at the food. ?Geeeez, Kate.? He?ll say joking, ?Can?t you wait?? My brother is my favorite member of the family (besides myself). It may be is because he is usually gone at college, and I don?t get to see him much anymore. I told my dad once that I was sad he was leaving because he is the only one who understands me. My dad didn?t think that was true. He thought that my brother is the only one who understands my jokes. I guess this is why I like having him around.

My sister also shows up around this time. My mom likes to say that we are polar opposites. It generally boils down to her being extroverted, and me being introverted. I guess that is why I don?t get her. Anyway, the three of us will start some meaningless conversation, usually some two on one that leaves someone mad. Mom will be slicing bread or pulling something out of the oven, and she?ll be trying to get dad to the table.

Dad will be in the family room, watching the evening news and sipping a martini or gin and tonic. ?Joe!? she?ll tell him about three times, and eventually settle into the chair to the left of my sister, ?We?re ready.? He, of course, comes on his time. When he does wander into the kitchen, he?ll put his drink in the freezer so the ice doesn?t melt, and start telling some story that he saw on the news, read in the paper, or came across on the Internet. He?ll walk over to the light switch, flip off the kitchen light, and sit down in his chair at the head of the table.


After he sits down, someone will clap her hands together to get everyone ready for the prayer. We all start with a sloppy sign of the cross and proceed with our memorized (wrongly, I might add) prayer: ?Bless us oh lord, for these digest?? My sister and I once timed our prayer, and we calculated that we would spend twelve hours all together saying it every night for eighteen years. I wonder how meaningful it is. To make this point, sometimes I change the pace of the prayer, saying it really fast or really slow. It makes everyone annoyed.


As soon as we are finished our prayer we begin reaching for the bowls of food. Then my sister will start her stories. These are they type of stories with no point?they go on, and on, and painfully on. I never thought it was important to tell my parents everything that went on every second of my day, but obviously my sister feels differently. To combat this, I always inform her that she stories make me sick.

After her stories cease and she tells me how annoying that I am, the meals always shifts to what I like to call ?Katie bashing.? This begins by my dad making some nitpicking comment to me. The old favorites are about lack of exercise, poor posture, or too much TV. I once told my brother that the only reason that I am targeted is that I am the only person in the family who can take it. I even bring it on myself. When I want, I make a big deal about it, saying that my family can?t ever be nice to me. It always works in getting some laughs, but my mom always ends up mad. She can?t understand that we don?t do it to be mean; that it is fun. I guess that this is my family?s way of bonding.

Posted by ne2/ktharrington04 at 11:26 PM EST
Updated: Tuesday, 17 February 2004 11:32 PM EST
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