David Yang-Reflective Writing

There are many items in the house which I live. There are fewer things which are dear to me. However, the object dearest to me would be my old Toshiba laptop. It had spray paint-silver paint, was mostly plastic, and had a Toshiba insignia on the center of the top of the laptop. It had a decent computing speed and suited my needs perfectly. I have several memories of how it became so dear to me. These memories seem as clear and crisp as a piece of glass glittering under the sunlight. The most powerful memory is of a project I did of Greek architecture and monuments. It was a particularly difficult project and I had trouble completing that arduous task. However, my computer saw me through it. Even though it died in the process, it provided me a convenient excuse to extend the due date of my project. My computer, frankly, made a great sacrifice for the sake of my project grade.