Sunday, October 16, 2016

Assignment 8- Usha Adhikari

Fears- disappointing my parents, ending up at a job I hate when i'm older, slightly afraid of heights
Annoyances- When people interrupt others, when people don't do their part
Accomplishments- convinced my mom that I wasn't the one who hurt Puja (my sister, more explained a the bottom).
Confusions- how everything is connected, its so weird 
Sorrows- not going to Nepal when i was younger 
Dreams- once when I was 5, i had a nightmare that I was going treasure hunting. I found a treasure chest of gold, but once I dug it out of the ground hundreds of skeletons dug themselves out of the ground and started running towards me. They all had spinning heads, and each of them had a colored crystal on their forehead that matched the treasure chest. I ran in the car and my friends drove me home. Once I got home I locked the door, but I could hear the skeleton's approaching. Then I woke up, still terrifying to think of. 
In all seriousness I dream of finding a career I am passionate about.
Idiosyncrasies- I tend to convince myself every morning that i do't really need to wake up early and always end up being late
Risks- I want to go skydiving
Beloved Possessions, Now and Then- then- barbies now-phone
Problems- Don't know where to start, so I'm not going to

When I was younger I loved playing the game Lava, you know where you pretend the floor is lava so you have to jump from furniture to furniture to avoid steping the the "lava" and dying. One day, I was playing Lava with my sister Puja, who was three at the time and I of course being nine and all, knew how to jump from one couch to the other. My sister, being a mere three year old did not, so I decided the best way to get her to the other couch would be to throw her onto the other couch. Great thinking. I threw off the couch and she bounced off the couch and hit her head on the corner of a table. She started crying and had a huge bump on her head, my mom came running in. Somehow I convinced her that I wasn't the one who did that and that Puja had simply just hit head on the table herself. Good thing Puja had't learned English yet and kudos to 9 year old me for that acting. 

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