In this blog post I will be revising my post from week 5. Before completing this post, I have read and annotated My Mother Gives me a Writing Lesson (Martin Lee). The revisions I am making are not only my own revising, but I am also including changes that were suggests by my fellow classmates. Blog post #5 can be found here.
It was a hot August day in 2015, The Zac Brown Band had just come to Philadelphia to play a two day show. I had just printed out my friends and I’s tickets, when my friend Matt texts my other friend Jack that he had gotten a case of beer from his older brother. Jack told me this and we were both very happy since we knew how hard it was for three 16 year olds to get beer. Jack and I got in an Uber and we headed to the Malvern train station. “Tailgate then concert?, this might be the best day of the summer!” I exclaimed, as we pulled up to the station. “Yea, it’s gonna be a great night, I can feel it!” Jack said As we got out of our Uber, we see our friend Matt come running up to us with a bag so full of beer cans, the zipper was about to pop and you could see the outlines of the cans. We boarded the train and started drinking the beers. It was not long before we got to 30th Street station. We got off of the train and walked right to the subway. As soon as we get down the second staircase to the subway, we could smell only the sewer smell of the subway and see all of the dim, flickering lights. We rode the broad street line all the way down to Citizens Bank Park. “Finally we are here, that felt like 2 hours” Matt Said “It was 2 hours” I said smartly As we began to walk towards our friends tailgate, Jack peeled away from the group to use the bathroom. Matt and I continued to walk towards our friends and eventually met up with them. After the tailgate, Matt and I realized that we cannot find Jack. “His phone keeps going to voicemail” Matt said “Where could he be” I said nervously All of the sudden my phone started to ring, but it is not jack, it was my mom. She called to tell me that Jack had been arrested for an open beer can in public. I looked at Matt and we both still had our open cans with us and I grabbed them and threw them out. It was a miracle we did not get caught. My mom went on to tell us to come home and that our parents wanted to have a serious talk with us. I told Matt the news, and we were both not very happy. We called an Uber and headed home. “Well this sucks” I said “Yea no kidding” Matt said For the rest of the ride we sat in silence thinking of what our parents would come up with for punishment. I had never been so nervous before because this was the closest I had ever come to getting arrested. This felt real. When we finally got home my dad was sitting in his big leather chair and gave me a look that I had seen too many times. It was the “you are screwed look”. I told my dad what happened and he was more understanding than I would had thought. But then, he gave me the “I am not mad, I am just disappointed”. This stuck with me for a while. Not only could I not go to the Made in America Festival that year, but I had chores on the weekends like you would not believe.
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Dylan Bonifazio
10/8/2018 08:19:34 pm
I can relate to that there was a couple times I’ve been caught by my mom drinking. It never ends very well
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Melinda
10/8/2018 09:03:01 pm
Hi I'm in comp 1 and read your blog and liked it. lesson learned and you are lucky not to get arrested.
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