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Autobiography Hello readers, I am Paul Michael Dowdell, better known to my friends or hockey teammates as “Sugar.” Now, as you could guess, my interesting nickname most definitely has an interesting backstory; I’ll come back to that later. Well, I come from German and Italian ancestors, as my last name might show. Most of my fellow peers can tell that I am German because of my stereotypical blonde hair and blue eyes, and you could also guess that I am Italian as I eat a lot of pasta, and one of my favorite foods is pasta-fagioli, plus, I LOVE pizza. Especially white pizza with a garlic sauce and pepperoni and as Matthew Denis stated, “Throughout the world, Italy is known for its many pasta dishes, as well as pizza” (“Italy: Cuisine”). One …show more content…

Clothing reflects social status. Men often wear expensive well-cut suits for business; women dress simply and elegantly, often using accessories to accent their outfits. Quality leather shoes are mandatory for both genders, as is attention to hair and grooming. Even casual outfits, such as jeans, will be worn with attention to style and fit. Italians do not tolerate dirty clothes or a sloppy appearance” (Kurian, George Thomas, "Italy: Personal Appearance."), In addition to Italians wardrobe picks and attire, Germans are much similar, “Germans consider personal appearance very important and dress neatly. Businesspeople wear conservative dark suits, usually with white shirts. Even during leisure Germans do not appear in sloppy or excessively casual clothing, nor do they chew gum while talking to one another. Women usually do not wear much makeup. In the summer people may wear shorts and sandals, often with socks. Regional garments are still popular in some areas, such as Bavaria, where men may appear in Lederhosen (short leather pants) and women in Dirndlkleider (traditional dresses with aprons) both during festivals and on ordinary days” (Kurian, George Thomas, "Germany: Personal …show more content…

When I was in kindergarten, the first of many schools I would attend, I made quite a few friends that year including some that I still know today. One of the friends that I made in kindergarten was a girl named Amelia. From kindergarten to 6th grade, we were good friends. Then, everything seemed to fall apart. Now, she seems to almost despise me for reasons that I do not know and hope to find out. Well from kindergarten to the end of third grade I was at St. Bridget’s in Watervliet. Then, from fourth grade to the first three weeks of sixth grade I was at St. Ambrose. Most of my friends from St. Bridget’s went to St. Ambrose after St. Bridget’s closed in third grade; so, I didn’t really need to make a lot of new friends or worry about being shy, because at that time in my life I was very shy. While I was at St. Ambrose, I made a friend name John, whom I still know and happens to go to CCHS “Catholic Central High School” (My current school) too. While I was at St. Ambrose, I pretty much did most of the bulletin board designing for my fourth grade teacher, Mr. Balcavage. He was really tall and he had huge hands. Some times in class he would pat some of us on our heads, and for most of us, his hand could have palmed our heads. While I was in fourth grade, my class and I were doing a project on the planets.

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