Daily Write 6.19.2013Daily Write 6.19.2013
Why did I have to buy that ticket?
Why did I have to get on this boat?
Why did I think that having a family vacation was a great idea?
These are the thoughts that go through Mr. Glaspell’s mind as he is blindfolded. He is in a room with other hostages-that at least he can tell from the cries for help, grunts, and shouts from their kidnappers. More importantly, he’s trying to find his family.
Why did I even try to have a family vacation?
Mr. Glaspell had been having a rough patch in his marriage.
There have been a string of many layoffs at the law firm he worked at. Key word here: worked. He was one of the many fired. His children, now older and soon to leave the house had become distant. They were their own people now, with their friends and boyfriends, barely home.
He regrets never being home during their childhood, putting too many hours and years into the law firm, which would eventually fire him.
The lack of money flow has caused financia
Daily Write 6.18.2013I'm always the last to know when a project is going on during class. Probably because I'm never there half the time. That's what comes with the territory of course.
Most of my classmates probably wonder what kind of person I am. I get straight A's yet I barely show up to school. Well, I guess they never really wonder because I'm never there. If it wasn't for Ned I wouldn't be able to finish any of these projects at the last moment. Ned is my intelligence guy. It also helps that he's in my homeroom. I think The Agency did that on purpose.
I'm on top of the Pfiltzer building. Its chrome windows reflect off the full moon. It's really windy so I keep my elbow on top of my essay papers. Thank goodness Mrs. Lowe lets me turn in my papers in pencil, because there's no way I can keep my laptop inside my spandex suit. I brush away the curls out of my face with third arm. I've been waiting here for an hour, waiting for a bank heist to happen. I guess Ned was wrong this time. At least I have bee