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Person Essay On Charles

Person Essay On Charles

Person Essay on Charles


        As a handsome 5" 10" male with dark hair spiked in the front, and the
most engaging smile approached my desk , I knew I would be laughing shortly.
Charles walked up to my desk in Human Biology while we were dissecting eyeballs
and commented on my eyeball. "You seem to have a better eyeball than I do."
Many people wouldn"t have taken this situation so lightly but because of
Charles"s sense of humor being around him was guaranteed to be fun.   With his
feigned itching disease, his crazy antics, or his practical jokes my friend
Charles"s sense of humor has taught me not to take life so seriously and have
fun anywhere and everywhere.

        I first met Charles at Dans, a mutual friends, party, where he told me
he had an I itching disease. He was drinking beer and I had cranberry juice
with vodka, and since we drove we had to spend the night. So around 3:30am we
got tired and went to lie down. As soon as we laid down Charles asked if he
could take his shirt off and if I would scratch his back. I told him sure. So
he did and that"s when he told me he had an itching disease and I wouldn"t be
able to stop scratching his back until it stopped itching him. Well, with a
little alcohol in me I believed him. I laid there for 2 ? hours before I
realized he had fallen asleep and went to sleep myself. On Monday on school I
saw Charles and asked him how his itching disease was. He just looked at me
grinned and chuckled. That"s when I realized he had pulled a fast one on me.

        It didn"t take me long to realize that Charles had some crazy antics up
his sleeve. At another party Charles, Lisa , Dan and I sat in a room talking.
Lisa and Dan were drinking and were drunk. Charles and I were not. Dan started
flipping out by yelling and screaming that the radio, which was on 2 at the
most, was to loud. Charles knew that Dan was drunk and decided to play with his
head. So Charles whispered into my ear that I should tell him I turned it down.
So I did...

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