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EDWARD CALHOUN
COLLEGE WRITINGIII
PROFESSOR KLINGBEIL
November 5, 2010
Essay #5 Second Draft
MY FUNNIEST MOMENT IN MY LIFE I would like to tell you about one of the funniest moments in my life. I was around fourteen or fifteen at the time. I had a friend by the name of Antione who was my best friend. We did everything together, from going to school dances to weekend parties at other friend houses. None of that compares to what my friend Antione did to me one cloudy morning. One Sunday morning, I received an invitation from a friend of mine, Antione. I had come back from Chicago to my home place, Canton, Ohio. He invited me to lunch. I got up early in the morning and started getting ready. My sister gave me a cup of tea early in the morning. Then, I took my bath and got ready. My sister then again asked me to take some snacks and tea, but I refused to take it as I was more interested in reaching my friend’s house. She insisted that I have a heavy breakfast, but I ignored her request. I went out of my house and stood at the bus stop. I boarded the bus. The conductor came to ask me to buy a ticket. I asked him to give me a ticket for Harmont Avenue. The conductor frowned at me saying, “It is going in the reverse direction, you get down at the next stop and catch another bus.” I was baffled for some time. Then, I alighted from the bus and again waited for the bus going to Harmont Avenue. I got the bus and reached Harmont Avenue, but surprisingly, when I reached his house, I found the door locked. I was puzzled and wondered whether I had come to the right place or not. After some time, a neighbor of my friend came and asked me, “Why are you standing here? Do you want to meet someone?” I replied, “Yes, I want to see Antione, living in apartment number fifteen.” He immediately quibbled, “But he changed his house last Wednesday and has gone to the south-side.” Frustrated, I came back to the bus stop. I was feeling hungry. After some

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