The Valpo Core Reader
 

Document Type

Process Analysis Essay

Publication Date

1997

Excerpt

TGIF: for my family, this was the one day of the week in our chaotic lives that we would all have dinner together. We always went to our favorite restaurant, Applebee's, where we knew all of the waitresses and staff since half of them went to my high school. The waitresses knew our names and the orders of the four of us by heart: one broccoli fettucine alfredo, two chicken enchiladas, an order of quesadillas without sour cream, one coke, one diet coke, and two waters with straws. Though we all went off in different directions after dinner, my sister and I out with our friends and my parents to rent a movie, this was two hours of the week that my family spent together conversing about our weeks and what was on our minds. My parents always wanted to know about school, work, dance, and who I was going out with that night. The same questions were asked of my sister. Then my mom, who is a homemaker, always had something to say about our crazy cat or who she had lunch with. My dad was always last telling about his week and work. He told of new projects that he was working on and what companies he was consulting for. One company kept popping up week after week and he knew that they liked the work that he was doing for them, especially since he is one of a select few in the world to have the knowledge and background that he does in researching airbom particulate matter and filtration.

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