So this weekend, I found a few old photo albums from when I was a kid (more on that later this week) and in the back of one of them, I found a few old papers from when I was in high school.  Among them was a writing assignment, dated 1986 (I would have been in tenth grade).  It was on yellowing tractor feed paper, most likely printed on my old Apple Imagewriter in "letter quality" mode.  I have no idea what my writing assignment was, but here was the result:

The smooth glass doors are ominous yet still inviting.  The sights and sounds can be experienced through the glass in a strange, detached sort of way.  A patchwork sea of garments surrounds one as he first steps inside.  People are moving leisurely, stopping occasionally to examine a certain item.

 

The aromas wafting from the fragrance department eventually draws one near there.  There are elegantly dressed women spraying people, often involuntarily, with the latest in fashion fragrances.  Some women are being given new insight into the application of makeup.  To the right, there is an UP escalator.  It is strange to see people drifting effortlessly up a flight of stairs without using their legs.

 

Upstairs, elaborate displays are designed to make you desire the designers’ latest wares, and they succeed.  One begins to fantasize about owning a certain item and what he would do with it.

 

The “beeps” of the cash registers give their electronic approval to the further inflation of credit cards.

Yeah, I know.  I don't know what I was writing about, either.  What 16 year old writes about a mall?  Oh yeah... THE GAY ONES!

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Big week coming up, eh?  I have had a hard time watching all the rehashing on television.  On one hand, I think it's important that we are constantly reminded about it, because I think we need to stay mad.  However, a big part of me wants to put it away, and feel all the pain later.  I guess that's just me being human, huh?

ONE YEAR AGO

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