Living Situations

Family House
“Eat your dinner, I know how many vegetables I put on your plate and you have to eat them all!” The infinite struggle between father and offspring, often called dinner time. Dinner at my place usually begin with menial conversations, then transitioned into an all out war between parents and children. This night was different, my sister Cara wouldn’t budge.
“I ate all of them! See look none left.” she said lying through her teeth, but my dad soon spotted out the carrots hiding underneath her napkin.
“Really, then you would enjoy just one more spoonful, no?” My dad has a way to catch you lying, and turn the tables on you with out a second’s delay. Sitting in silence Cara sat staring at her vegetables, hoping that some how they would just disappear.
While discipline could be a bit harsh around the Dunn household, it always came with its rewards. My dad, being an aspiring cook, would always try to come up with the most delectable dishes, that would always satisfy. Not only was the food good, but if you earned the parental trust, you could practically get away with murder. I remember persuading my parents out of punishing me for breaking curfew or righting an essay to show them that I knew what I was talking about. There was just one rule that none of my siblings could break, and that was finishing dinner.
“Come on Cara, as soon as you eat them, this will all be over!” I encouraged Cara just to eat them and let it be over.
“They are so gross though, I can’t swallow!” Cara started making a gagging sound to illustrate her struggles.
“Well if you eat them with a mouthful of water you can’t taste them.” With this promise Cara slowly staggered through her vegetables and made it through the night.

Dormitory
Living in a dorm, everyone has had one person that drove them absolutely insane, mine was my suite mate Travis. He drove me crazy, not only was he a whiney, pompous ass, but he would never even acknowledge my existence. As I sat watching my 16” television, I heard a tremendous whining sound coming through the vents. It became almost a daily annoyance, some how he managed to make my whole wall shake with his excessively loud sound system.
“Turn it down” I yelled banging on the wall, but it was of no use. Even if he did hear my plea, he was to stubborn to submit to it.
“He’s not going to listen to you, he never does.” My roommate Stephen has lost that battle too many time, and became frustrated with even trying.
“Well, not this time, this is war!” I declared, moving my guitar amplifier to the wall. I started playing, the amp’s volume was only half way, I was sure that he would get the point and turn down the music a little, but I was wrong. Travis then continued to turn the music up even louder.
“How the hell is it getting louder, what type of speakers does he have!” I protested.
I knew that if I didn’t take action that second that Travis would declare himself the winner, and that didn’t’ fit right with me. So I turned my amp back to the wall and continued to play.
“It’s not working you need to get louder” Stephen shouted to me, he had his ear pressed against the wall and could hear Travis laughing.
“Well, I’ll give it all I got” I continued to turn my amp’s volume up. I got up to 7 and I swear that the wall was going to crumble from the two opposing vibrations, but I was determined. It reach 9 when Francis my CA came busting through the door.
“What are you doing! Don’t you know its quite hours! One more note and you be written up so fast!” Francis snarled.
“But Travis, he was playing music and…”I didn’t even get to finish my sentence.
“I know notice how its quite now, I talked to him first, now one more note and I swear.”
“Okay, sorry Francis, I’ll stop.” I said with a huge grin on my face. Travis succumbed to Francis first, meaning I won.

Apartment
I always thought that moving out to my own apartment was going to be great. I would just hang around with my friends all day, playing video games, throwing the football around, it was going to be amazing. Little did I know how the real world worked. Homework became the first problem, trying to find time to have fun, work and still keep up with homework was going to be a challenge. As time went by things worked themselves out and everything started to feel like paradise. That’s when I started having problems with the land lady Erica, the princess of darkness herself. Erica has lied to me and my roommates so many times that I lost count on my fingers and toes, about the price we had to pay, what damages came with the apartment, so on and so forth. It was just horrible living in her establishment.
Then one day I discovered that the electricity bill and water bill had doubled.
“Well, how the hell did this happen?” I was confused because I didn’t use any more water or electricity then last month.
“I don’t know but we have to talk to her!” My roommate Tom replied. We both knew exactly who ‘she’ was and it was the last person we would ever want to see.
“No! I don’t want to she’s just going to lie to us again!” I protested, but I knew it was the only way to solve the problem. After gathering all our bills, we were ready to face her, confident that nothing has changed except some error on her part. We crept up to the office door, and knocked. As we knocked panic grew over me, and soon I felt the intense desire to just run away. Looking over at me Tom nodded, assuring me that we would be the inevitable winner of this battle.
“Hello guys, what can I help you with?” the devil screeched. Soon I felt the rush over me panic again, but this time it was too late, she lured us into her office. After explaining our problem, and presenting our evidence, she snarled.
“Well, I see where you got mixed up, you see you never paid the opening bill.” Erica’s answer didn’t just frustrated me further.
“What opening bill, you never told us about an opening bill!” Tom replied, having great confidence in his answer.
“Yeah.” I repeated showing my support for his answer.
“Well, let me see what I can do.” She was lying, and we called her out. She quickly started typing into her computer and making mmmhhmmm noises as if she was finding some useful information that would help her case. After about five minutes she came back with answer.
“Don’t be mad at me, I’ll just take the money off, as long as you guys promise to not do it again.” She bargained.
“Fine, that’s cool.” Now Tom and I knew that the charge was bogus and she was just trying to cover up for it. This day we won a small battle, but little did we know there would be more to come.