Eulogy For Dummies

A widowed mother and her son stand on the area outside of their apartment thinking of the times they had with the father. It had been about 3 months since they were last with him. Tough times led after he died, food shortages, income decrease, and Donny felt like he was living in poverty. They were living in a one bedroom apartment, and it was hard to get the smallest of privacy. Donny and his mother were very lucky to get this apartment, even though the stench of spoiled milk overpowered the fresh air coming through the window. They just about made the cut on affording Donny to go to school.
At school, Donny felt like he learned nothing, because it seemed as if he did that before. He did not pay attention much in school, he liked hands on learning, but his teacher never did that.
“O.K., class,” Mrs. E. told us, “It’s time to start our presentations on the U.S.A.”
Donny paid a bit more attention on the word “presentations.” “These will require you to present one state to the class, minimum slides are 10, this is a very big grade for your social studies,” Mrs. E informed us. Now Donny was all ears.

Donny loved making projects, especially ones with glue and scissors. But he didn’t have glue and scissors. This was fine, any project was good. He started by titling the first slide ‘Oregon’, then he started putting a background of the flag into it. Next, he went to slide two and put some information he already knew about Oregon, minimum wage is $9.75, the main cities; Portland and Salem, then put down a landmark he knew: Hells Canyon. Now he studied. Donny studied for the whole class period, and took notes while doing