Writing Pro
Today I went out to check on my mom's store and also clean out our rental apartment. The last people that lived in our apartment were so messy.
There was tons of sand and food on the floor, the fridge was also filled with half-eaten foods and drinks, half-eaten icecream, two half-drunk cokes, opened sparkling water, milk, like 15 bags of fast-food ketchup, you get the idea. They were ill-mannered too, so that's the cherry on top of their deportment (membean word).
We brought some paintings that we didn't need from our apartment to my mom's store so that maybe she could sell it for something rather than have it gather dust in some closet. They were thinking maybe $5 each, but you should see the size of those things, I think $20 or $15 is about right for a painting of that size.
Also, today I started taking my writing classes, from now on it'll be on Tuesdays and Thursdays for the next umm 3 or 4 weeks I don't quite remember. Today in class our teacher, who's name is Jodi Miller, taught us some different types of essays and had us write of a few of our own.
It's easy to follow along in the class but I think she gives too little time to write, she only gives 5-6 minutes to come up with and write a paragraph that meets her requirements. Of course, this isn't for a grade or anything but it feels bad to not be able to finish the assigned work on time.
However, even though she didn't read mine out loud, once she privately messaged me that I did a good job. "Way to go!", she said. Yay! Basically what I did was that she told us to write about when we were ever in a pickle and at that moment in time I just couldn't think of one, so I wrote that I couldn't find a pickle and that was my pickle. Boom.
