Narrative/Descriptive Post

    The lights went out and what was once a wonderfully amazing place to be in, suddenly became hauntingly quiet and eerie.  The back door creaked to a close with a banging sound that had such finality to it, would I be stuck in this foreboding place forever? 
    My grandfather lived in southern Illinois, in a small community, that did boast of having a Wal-Mart however.  The economy of the town was depressed though, and several people ended up destitute and poor.  So he decided to set up and run a rescue mission to reach out to those in need financially, emotionally, physically and spiritually.  In the old building by the railroad tracks, there was a part that was dedicated to housing the indigent and those that were too plain drunk go home for the night.
    The other part of the building was a store, where people dropped off their castoffs and unwanted items for resale, that helped to fund the mission.  It was in this dated old store that my traumatic experience took place.  I was visiting my grandfather and he took me to work that day and let me play in the store, and even get an ice cold coke out of the vending machine.  There was a particular toy that I was enjoying playing with, so I asked him , flashing him my cute look, if he would buy it for me, and he told me no.  I was devastated.  It only cost a quarter and I did not think that an exorbitant amount to spend on your favorite granddaughter.  So I sat there and played with it under the clothes shelf.  Until he closed the store without realizing that I was still in it.
    I ran to the back door and banged on it, hoping for some form of rescue.  It seemed to take a lifetime, until someone finally heard my cries and pleas for help, and unlocked the door that had imprisoned me.  In reality it was probably only 5 minutes, but little girls with big imaginations can picture lots of scary things in the dark of that old store engulfing them, until grandpa finally came to the rescue.

discovering a writing topic

Today we get to free write about anything that might lead to a topic to write about later.  Job related or otherwise.  I have had soo many jobs.  Starting with Baskin Robbins, an awesome job where we ate probably more than we sold.  Then at the hospital, as a unit secretary.  I worked at St. Johns, then Saratoga, then back to St. Johns.  I liked the job fine, and would go back to working in a hospital if it was neccesary.  But then I got my dream job as a photographer at Detroit Edison.  I was forced to quit after I got married, and later learned that it was a trend, that they did to women.  Illegal, immoral, unethical, and a lawsuit was brought forth, and won, by many women.  I wish I would have known, I would have gotten in.  I then worked as a color printer at a photolab.  Then assisant manager at another photo lab.  Then I had my first child and quit work.  I was welcome to come back and work part time at the first lab and did so when they needed extra help.  My second child was born, and I did not return to work until she was in school.  Then I did tupperware for a while, then the quilt shop.  That was fun.  Didn't make much money, until I started teaching classes.  But I learned so much and it was creative and fun.  Sometimes I wanted to become a quilt author and lecturer, and travel.  It would not have worked well with my husband though, he would not have been able to support that and deal with kids, because he self employed and worked so many hours.  Too many hours.  I could so have done that.  I am good with an audience, and public speaking.  I've been told many times how funny I am before and audience.  Maybe I should have been a comedian.  I do like to go out on the edge with things I say, and they get me in trouble.  But thats the fun of it!  And you can apologize later.  My mother always told me to be careful what I say, because you can never take it back, and that holds me back.  Maybe that's a good thing though.  I managed sewing stores for about 10 years, and now that field is gone. 
     Now I am trying to reinvent myself.  I have managed to get my associates degree, so that is a start.  Currently I am working on my bachelors.  I was very discouraged to learn that not many of my credits transfered to several colleges that I applied to.  But I found the program I want at Oakland University, so I am pressing forward anyway.  They did apply two of my classes towards theirs, upon my written request, sot that is slightly helpful.  My counselor there had advised me to do that.  But what I do not understand is why OCC does not lineup their course requirements for an associates to that of the likely colleges around here that students will transfer to.  Eastern also did not take that many classes as transfers towards my major.  It makes most of my associates classes feel like a waste of time.  But at least I did have to pay for them.  I am also looking for grants for my bachelors.  I need funding to continue.  If only I could see the future and know it will all work out, and I will obtain employement in the field I am seeking.  I do not want to waste time.