Unique

My name is Samantha Mitchell, and these are a few of the things that make me unique. I am from a small town in downeast Maine called Harrington. I was living with my parents there, but now I live with my sister Candace in Veazie. Before I came to school I was working as a CNA at Narraguagus Bay Healthcare Facility in Milbridge. I drive a 1998 Subaru Legacy, that is silver. The program that I am enrolled in at EMCC is Healthcare Secretary. My favorite color is blue. Which also happens to be the name of one of my sisters cats. I love food. But my favorite is fresh green beans right from the garden. Classic Rock is my favorite type of music. Some of my favorite bands are: Pink Floyd, Led Zeplin, and Lynyrd Skynyrd. Also, right now I am looking into a Midwife program.

List and List

On top of the coffee table is:

-A black hat that says Motorsports on it in silver writing.

-2 boxes of Marlboro Lights

-2 Remotes; one to the tv, the other to the dvd player.

-2 telephones; one black one white, with a little grime on it.

-A blue Bic lighter.

-An Enquirer Magazine.

-Glass with the bottom barely covered with coke.

-Eastern Maine Medical Center Water cup.

-Ashtray with six butts in it.



The owner of this table must like to smoke. Two packs of cigarettes. You must be a pretty big smoker to have two packs going at a time. They can't be the only ones who live there. And a Enquirer. Hmmmm...like to smoke and read some real high quality material. J Lo's celulite, a miracle diet where you lose 8 lbs a week without exercising. I guess if you smoke two packs of cigarettes you wouldnt be able to exercise... well you could, but you probably couldnt breathe at the sametime. Ha Ha... Two telephones, they must also like to talk on the phone too! They must talk while they are chainsmoking and reading the Enquirer.

Abagayle

On Wednesday while i was sitting, talking to my sister, a young kitten ran in the back sliding glass door. She was soaking ringing wet from from the rain. It had been thundering, and raining out the night before so i would assume that she had been out the night before. I had seen her the day before walking around our vehicles, and thought she was a cute little kitten. Black with gold eyes. Well more of a bronze color i guess. She was very cute. While she was in our house we saw that she kept scratching her self it was like she couldnt take more than two steps without having to stop and scratch. My sister grabbed her and looked for fleas well she didnt have to look very long . That poor cat was being eaten alive by fleas! I had a class to go to so I couldnt stay and give her the bath but, my my sister bathed her while i was away. "I dont think that i have ever seen that many fleas in a tub!" She told me when I got home. But, after she had dried off some, I brushed her for about two hours with a flea comb. She is so cute and loveable now! Everytime that i pick her up she purr and purrs. i think she is very happy to be here with us and im so very happy that she is here too! I'm sure that she wasnt taken care of where she was because i cant see anyone letting and animal be eaten like that by fleas. I named her Abagayle. I call her Scabby Abby now because the top of her head is so scabbed from flea bites. Anyway she is much happier now!

Worst Teacher

Every kid in the whole school dreaded his class. History. Enough Said. Mr. Ward. Every night you would have tons of homework. I guess he didn't figure we had anything else to do when we got home, besides do five hours of his homework. He was awful. He was one of those teachers who did everything by the book. When the bell rang, he would start talking, and he would talk until the class ended. I don't think he ever took a breath. He hated the word "well..." Like when he would ask you a question and you would start while 'well...It was...' he would say 'WELL!! I didn't ask you to dig a well!!' It was sooo embarrassing. I just thinking about it makes me blush. Not just that but he would look for reasons to embarrass you. While we were doing one of his in class assingments, he would sit up at his podium and clip his fingernails!! His fingernails! Oh! How disgusting! I always hated that. It made me sick. Don't get me wrong sometimes he was fun. Not often but sometimes. But now as it turns out I think he was probably one of the only teachers that I had learned anything from in that school. Partly because he was the only one who made us actually do the work. And believe it or not he was pretty entertaining sometimes, when he wasnt picking on you of course. My class was one of his last classes. On the last day before he retired he brought my whole history class into his room, and thanked us for making his last year so much fun. Even though he was definately one of my worst teachers he is also the one that I miss the most.

Hands

I am asked to describe my hands. They are nothing special just normal hands. Short nails, with same chipped nail polish. Two rings both from Kyle. One has a diamond and one has a blue stone, that i'm not sure of it's name. My hands are dry and they skin is peeling around my nails. I should go and put some lotion on them. I can see the veins through my skin. I didnt realize they were that big. They almost look as though they are going to pop out. On my left hand I have a mole on my index finger knuckle. On my right hand there are two moles on the side that line up with one another. Kyle has two moles that are exactly the same width apart. Only his are on his forearm. We will hold them together and laugh because they look almost exactly alike. Its strange.