Rockets for Me
Eva Elizondo
English 99
July 2013
Final Draft Narrative Essay
Silly Boys Girls Can Ride Rockets Too It was a warm summer day, as we were slaving away at Genie Industries. My son and I were both employed for Genie. It was just about time for the second shift to relieve us. A meaning my son should be walking in fairly soon. Just as I looked up, in trots my son, through hi bay three. Although the sun was shining brightly through the doors, which made his appear to be in a silhouette form, a form resembling Ironman. The closer he got toward me the slower he seemed to be walking, veering off toward the opposite side of the pathway. I acted as if I had not noticed his strange behavior then I quickly glanced at him as he entered into hi bay two. It looked like he was carrying a helmet, and I knew he was up to no good, because he was avoiding me as if I had the black plague. Once I had clocked out I ran down to the big line in hi bay one.
I I asked him why he was carrying a helmet, because I am sure that my son was not foolish enough to go out a make a stupid purchase like that. He says he would talk to me later about it that he is very busy trying to get this unit done before Takt time. I replied to him in my best fake voice,
“Do you promise Seano once this unit is off of the line you will talk to me?” “Ya, Ma when I am done.” Good then crawl out from under there and start talking, because this unit is done, the line just had not shifted. So Uh what would be the major malfunction down there with that steering cylinder? You wouldn’t be hiding from your mommy would you"? As he crawled out from under the steering cylinder, I smack him in the head for lying and for being stupid. He confesses that he had gone to Oregon to buy the bike. I told him wow what a waste of time because im going to torch it and roast marshmallows on it’. In addition, to that his reply was so calm like always ‘it is insured.’ I say ‘watch it Seano this isn’t over.’ I walk
English 99
July 2013
Final Draft Narrative Essay
Silly Boys Girls Can Ride Rockets Too It was a warm summer day, as we were slaving away at Genie Industries. My son and I were both employed for Genie. It was just about time for the second shift to relieve us. A meaning my son should be walking in fairly soon. Just as I looked up, in trots my son, through hi bay three. Although the sun was shining brightly through the doors, which made his appear to be in a silhouette form, a form resembling Ironman. The closer he got toward me the slower he seemed to be walking, veering off toward the opposite side of the pathway. I acted as if I had not noticed his strange behavior then I quickly glanced at him as he entered into hi bay two. It looked like he was carrying a helmet, and I knew he was up to no good, because he was avoiding me as if I had the black plague. Once I had clocked out I ran down to the big line in hi bay one.
I I asked him why he was carrying a helmet, because I am sure that my son was not foolish enough to go out a make a stupid purchase like that. He says he would talk to me later about it that he is very busy trying to get this unit done before Takt time. I replied to him in my best fake voice,
“Do you promise Seano once this unit is off of the line you will talk to me?” “Ya, Ma when I am done.” Good then crawl out from under there and start talking, because this unit is done, the line just had not shifted. So Uh what would be the major malfunction down there with that steering cylinder? You wouldn’t be hiding from your mommy would you"? As he crawled out from under the steering cylinder, I smack him in the head for lying and for being stupid. He confesses that he had gone to Oregon to buy the bike. I told him wow what a waste of time because im going to torch it and roast marshmallows on it’. In addition, to that his reply was so calm like always ‘it is insured.’ I say ‘watch it Seano this isn’t over.’ I walk