Author: Kwasi cooper

Journal Assignment 5 By Kwasi Cooper

 

Most teenagers can remember their first love and that first kiss, but few like myself didn’t get the opportunity to brag about it.

      I was almost seventeen, and high school was coming to an end. (you can graduate high school at sixteen in the caribbean). Prom day was closing in and all my classmates seem to be doing well with finding that special someone. 

    I’ve  always had my eyes on this particular girl. She was a bit shorter than me with a slim body type, and her classroom in the E building was right next to mine. I was a little shy when it came to girls, but I knew if I didn’t make my move, my prom night was not going to be special.

   So let me fast forward this story. She accepted my prom invitation and there we were having a great time as we danced the night away.

  After high school we were still casually seeing each other. My feelings grew tremendously, I couldn’t believe I was falling in love. After our third date I knew we had the chemistry to go further with each other. 

   One late night we were hanging out on a hill near my home under the stars and all I ever wanted to do was suck the juices off this girl’s lips. As shy as I was I didn’t hesitate and made my move for that big kiss.

    To my surprise, all I remembered was her voice calmly saying, what are you doing as she rejected me. At that very moment I was waiting for a big puff of white smoke so I can disappear just like magicians do in the movies. Unfortunately I was still standing there bearing the moment of total embarrassment. 

    Our daughter Abby is now seventeen, and I hope she doesn’t kiss boys just like her mother didn’t kiss me after three dates.

Journal Assignment 4 by Kwasi Cooper.

 

1. Ping pong went that annoying seat belt warning. I can’t wait to get off this plane. I hate flying and this pilot seems to go through every area that have turbulence. The lady across the aisle looked extremely scared as she clench onto the seat in front of her. Looking at her didn’t help me feel any better. Minutes after we were descending at an unusually fast pace, then the oxygen mask dropped from the overhead compartments.

 

2. I’m not a gambler but I believe in taking at least one chance. Atlantic City isn’t the type of place I would usually visit, but I will do anything just to have a good time with my  two best friends Ernest and Nigel. I never won big money before, but I felt lucky that day. My entire life was about to change for the better or for the worse when I saw that I had the winning ticket for the casino’s daily lottery, with a prize of ten million dollars. 

 

3. My brother and I shared a typical big-brother, small-brother relationship. When we were teenagers we always hung out at the back of our home, late at night. One night during our late night hangout we saw a ball of fire dashing through the sky, very close to us and decided to investigate.

 

4. It was a very unusual evening. The street stood still, the sky was grey and alI I could hear was the thoughts in my mind. Where is everyone? As I looked up the street beyond the flickering lights I saw some type of creature. It was huge with three heads, 5 legs and a shark like teeth with blood dripping from its mouth. I turned in the other direction and started running.

Journal Assignment 3 by Kwasi Cooper

 

It has been a great month of creative writing. Prof. Jenner is doing a great job with assisting us/me with the necessary materials and information to become better writers.

 I enjoy writing short stories/memoirs and poetry. I’m always excited to present a memoir. I find myself reminiscing on the moment, and try my best to have the reader feel and clearly understand my piece. 

My cohorts has also done a great job of critiquing my work, which gives me the opportunity to sharpen my writing skills. They encouraged me to continue my writing by letting me know they have enjoyed my work this far. 

  I’m still in the process of learning how to keep my grammar in the correct context, and how to get my ideas out without being too repetitive. I’m sure with continued help from my professor I will be able to correct these solecisms, and be a better writer in the future.

Journal Assignment 2 by Kwasi Cooper

 

If I remembered clearly, I think I was around age fourteen getting ready for my confirmation classes. My grandmother who was a diehard Catholic made sure we knew everything about catholicism, including partaking in all its religious activities. 

 As a tradition my siblings and I had to go through the necessary process to be a member of the Catholic religion. The first step was baptism, then first communion, followed by confirmation, and last, marriage, if that was an option. 

 I was the third born to my parents and it was time for me to confirm. I carried the name Kwasi Rodriguez as a child and that name was recorded on my baptism certificate. My mother who also carried Rodriguez decided to change my name to my father’s last name, so I became Kwasi Cooper.

  All the Catholic members who were confirming at the same time I were, filled the church waiting on their name to be called so they can be placed in their designated classes. After a few minutes of watching the other kids respond to their names and received their class number, I realized the crowd got smaller, and smaller, and I was still awaiting my name to be called.

Then finally, I found myself sitting alone and everyone else was assigned to their classes. I felt invisible. Anonymous as I was, I found the courage to walk up to the individual who was in charge of the names. Then I said to him that my name wasn’t called. He asked me what was my name, and I replied, Kwasi Cooper. Things suddenly changed for the worse when he said there isn’t any Kwasi Cooper on his list. I dropped my chin and steared at the ground, feeling completely embarrassed. I didn’t want to be anonymous, in fact, I wanted everyone to know my name. 

  Then the Gentleman said to me that there was a Kwasi Rodriguez on his list that no one responded to. That’s me I quickly said, filled with joy.

  When my mother changed my name, my baptism name and records in the Catholic Church weren’t changed, so they had no clue who Kwasi Cooper was. 

 I do not practice catholicism today but I will never forget what it feels like to be an anonymous Catholic.

Journal Assignment 1 by Kwasi Cooper

Many nights we’ve  stayed up late until dawn, fighting and shooting zombies, racing cars, and unlocking precious items, while stacking up points. I had a passion for video games and so did my online friend colossus.

Even though he resides in California and New York where I lived was about three thousand Miles apart, it felt like he was my roomate. Headgear  with microphones kept our communication live as we shared a common interest of killing enemies of all kind and exploring the many worlds and quest that gaming provided for addicts like ourselves.

At times it felt real. I could find myself screaming through the headgear microphone that was already successfully projecting my voice, hoping to alert colossus of any imminent danger that may cause our demise.

Colossus and I shared a very unusual friendship. Our Xbox 1 camera gave us the only opportunity to occasionally get a glimpse of each other but yet still we maintain a special bond.  We both agreed to travel to each other’s hometown to visit but we never did so.

Sometimes we discuss topics outside of gaming but always find ourselves at late night, back at killing zombies, and saving the world.