One of my many favorite American customs is dining with the whole family. I just adore the idea that it is also a family time. I am privileged enough to have a family here. I live with my aunt and uncle and their three children.
During high school, I had plenty of opportunities to write. I composed English and history papers for my classes, fiction for fun and various other documents for work and volunteer positions.
Nauseatingly frequent sequels have become the bread, butter and Lamborghini of our cultural overlords in Hollywood. Yet still I am filled with regret to watch game franchises grow so old. I remember my father playing Call of Duty in the basement before I even liked shooters, and it was so cool then that it was one of the highlights of our week to just watch him play. Unfortunately, it sold so well then that they’ve been rereleasing it every year since. Everybody has it, nobody wants it and it shows up every year, but unlike the phonebook Call of Duty is far from free.