I have chosen to write about my pet peeves. I would like you to know, I don’t ever vent about my life, normally I am actually the therapist of my group of friends, meaning that they usually tell me what’s wrong with them. Considering that, this is a list that is long in the making. I mustn’t hold this in any longer. By the way, If I use the words “you or your” I am not talking to you directly, I’m just talking to a general audience. So, without further ado, my list begins. NUMBER ONE: I loathe it when I have a slushie and I drink all the juice and all I have left is the ice because the ice takes FOREVER to melt and by the time it has melted, I have just given up and thrown it away. There goes five dollars! NUMBER TWO: One of my worst pet peeves is if I can hear someone’s music …show more content…
NUMBER THREE: People, please don’t meander down the hallways. When I’m trying to get back upstairs after allied arts, the rush hour traffic in Manhattan mover faster than the kids in our grade walking down the hall. NUMBER FOUR: If you’re lingering in a doorway or the hall, please keep walking. People are trying to get to their classes, they don’t need you stagnant, in their way having a conversation with your friends about which guy is more attractive. Furthermore, please don’t stop right in front of me when I’m walking. I might run you over on “accident”. NUMBER FIVE: If I say something and you think it might be funny to respond with “what? I didn’t hear you” repeatedly to make me repeat myself, I might yell at you. That’s not even funny. I just want to know, what kind of person is entertained by that? And depending on the amount of times you make me repeat myself, I might think it funny to “not hear you” when you ask for a favor or what notes you were supposed to take while you took your ten minute bathroom break. NUMBER SIX: If you ever come to my ice cream shop, It would be nice if you actually got Ice cream and didn’t park your car in the middle of the lot for hours
1.“Rule number one: If someone disrespects you, you send a message so fierce that they won't have the chance to do it again.”
It makes me glad to know that people enjoy the food they're eating. However, I would rather not hear them eat that food or see it. My most intense pet peeve is speaking or opening one's mouth while it is filled with food. From a young age, I've been taught that chewing food with a closed mouth is proper etiquette. Apparently, not all people were raised to mind their manners when they eat. Open-mouth chewing is a form of bad manners, annoys those nearby who are trying to eat in peace, and is simply repulsive.
The door on the side of the building into Bitch Media’s headquarters is always locked. For those who would like to go inside, the little haphazardly-taped sign on the door instructs “FEDEX, UPS, USPS + ANYBODY ELSE PLEASE RING THE DOORBELL.” The only way to tell that a powerful feminist publication resides on the second floor of the building is from the small metal sign with “bitch” inscribed. Before Gamergate, a series of personal attacks on female game developers, and the vandalism of the Bitch offices, Bitch’s door would have remained open and unlocked for anyone wanting to use Bitch’s lending library. Now, the staff at Bitch Media cannot take their personal safety for granted. They make sure that there are no obvious markings that might lead to unwanted attention; I parked in front of what Siri told me was the headquarters and walked around the whole building twice before spotting the entrance.
The book Hate List by Jennifer Brown (2009). Tells a story of a girl’s boyfriend shooting up a school and how it affected her life as a teenager. I recommend you read this book, because it is entertaining and emotionally stimulating. Hate List will captivate you with the main character, theme, and the situation.
1. When she was younger Jenna Marbles abraded a hole in the ceiling handle in the car by stringing a piece of rope in it and moving it back and forth with her feet. 2. Whenever someone acts like they’re going to hit me I cower as many times I have been swung at by someone who wasn’t joking. (my brother) 3.
In the book The Hate List by Jennifer Brown, the story is told from the point of view of Valerie Leftman, the girlfriend of Nick Levil. Nick shot multiple people in their school and injured more. Valerie unknowingly helped him create the list of victims. I think the book could have been as interesting if it was told from the point of view of Ginny Baker. Ginny Baker was shot by Nick in the face. She had to have multiple plastic surgeries to reconstruct something that even remotely resembled a face. “’I can’t sit here without thinking about… about…’ she sucked in a breath and then let it out with a stream an anguish that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. ‘Why did they let her come back?’” (Brown 69). Ginny is traumatized by the
My pet peeve is bad drivers: the people who drive with no care of anyone else on the road. There are many types of bad drivers, including slow drivers, fast drivers, and those who cannot follow simple traffic instructions. There are also drivers who cannot stay in their lanes or turn too tightly at a light, almost hitting others in the process. Another predicament that frustrates me is when people do not put on their blinker until the last second. On the way to school, there is a Starbucks attached to a bunch of buildings, but the turn to get into the parking lot is on a road that has a speed limit of fifty-five miles per hour. The people that decide to turn there though, never turn their blinkers on until a couple meters before the turn, or not at all.
I am hands down the worlds pickiest eater. When I was a child, my parents would create what the menu, but when I turned three I stood up for myself. No ketchup! No tomatoes! No mustard! I always found it extremely odd how people were obsessed with these foods when the sheer aroma of plain old ketchup made me gag. Every single night my family and I would sit down for dinner. No matter the meal, ketchup was always a necessity for my brother. Whether it was a juicy hamburger, grilled chicken, or even plain pasta, the Heinz ketchup was present. The worst part was our assigned seats; Brett and I were always a few inches apart. Everyday I would watch him first shake the ketchup so that the juice would mix with the substance, squeeze it out and smother it on the food. I would hold my breath
I fucking hate humans. I'm so tired of people and school. I hate teachers and students. If you could kill people and not go to prison i swear to god on my momma i would kill a lot of people. But you can't so i gotta deal with people.
9. Never form the habit of talking about your neighbors, or repeating things that you hear others say. You will avoid much unpleasantness, and sometimes serious difficulties.
To be honest, I don’t know how I’ll be able to explain my pet peeve in five hundred words, but I’ll give it my best shot at it.
This week I decided the behavior I’d choose to violate would be physical appearance and space. I decided on violating these specifically because I felt like these specific nonverbal communication behaviors would generate the most amounts of different reactions from those around me. I also took this as a bit of a challenge for myself as I see myself as someone who is very aware of my physical appearance at all times as well as respectful with it comes to others personal space, so breaking two of my own nonverbal behavior “rules” would be something different and out of character for me.
In George Orwell’s satiric parable Animal Farm, the pigs gradually take over. This happens slowly, but by the book’s conclusion it’s totally complete. The pigs abuse their overwhelming authoritative power over the animals. Their power grew immensely whilst remaining unregulated and the pigs gained absolute control and sustained methodically similar pretentious attributes as the humans themselves. They achieve this by using insane amounts of propaganda to disorient and influence the other animals to obey their superfluous demands.
The one I hate the most from all the other crusts is the crunchy thin crust. The reason I hate it because the pizza is so fragile and skinny and like there no crust in it.
My cherry-colored converse slided to you hesitantly, but in an excited manner against the VCR tiles of the school we both attend. Once they stopped near you, I leaned against the wall slightly, to appear more calm, when my heart was indeed palpitating at uncalled for times. To illustrate further, my heart was basically a drummer on steroids, and it was!!not!!helping!! Why are you just standing there looking all dum dum dum dum dum dum. JUST SPEAK TO HER. I lectured myself harshly. So, I spat out what I felt honestly in my heart. “You look beautiful.”