Vivienne's Views

I would like to start this piece by establishing that I am a very easy going nice person, so typically, I don’t make assumptions about a lot of stuff. But that “stuff” does not include celery. I actually don’t think there is a way I can emphasize my hate for celery. People are always like “why?” and “It tastes like water!” Like, no it most certainly does not. It tastes too crunchy, peppery and bitter. It makes my mother so mad because it requires to adjust many of her beloved recipes. I won’t touch it even if it's been cooked down for hours in soup, I specifically remember her trying to poison my sloppy joe. So much tension that hot summer day... It's odd to me sometimes because I. eat. Everything. But I genuinely can’t bring myself to eating celery. It’s worst form is in deviled eggs or potato salad. I have never met a potato salad I liked so I just stay away from all for the greater good. At work, (I work at Detroit Wing Company) I am always cursed with making potato salad. A...

  I mean man did this podcast hit home… Back in July my mom signed me up from a writing workshop with Mrs. Ciolek (a teacher here at troy). Similar to her and the rest of the world she never knew when the first day of school was until last minute, let alone the curriculum she had to set up differently. In my opinion, it angers me that teachers are quadrupling the work and have yet to get a notable raise. No one is really alone, in the podcast “Long-Awaited Asteroid Finally Hits Earth” host Ira, first talks with a teacher in South Carolina who is just trying to figure out what the first day of school will look like. This is all the start for everywhere. Just getting a gist that is knowingly going to change. I feel like most of us believed this summer would turn things around and the hot days would soak up and destroy the virus but it almost feels like the pandemic has been running in place. All the fighting has been insane destroying relationships and respect we have for others. S...

I actually can’t stand when people say “OUCH, I bit my lip!” Like no sweetie, I bit my lip... Back in the summer of 2019 my fat butt bit my lip so hard that it created a cyst. I put all the blame on Azteca’s lunch combination number 9. I have been cursed with being a weird eater. If someone asked if Vivienne Francois was a picky eater, someone who truly knows me would laugh in their face. My dearest friend Nav loves when I tell him what I am eating, his trigger words are Shagodia and Mujadra. Even the moods I cave are the strangest. All summer in the middle of the night I would get up and have watermelon topped with feta and honey. Like literally who does that. I get so mad that I always want to eat the weirdest foods and my mouth proves how odd my ways are. The photo is a cry for help because I really need to slow down when I eat. This is so important to me because biting my lip is just so normal. I don’t even have a weird mouth, my oral surgeon is always like “Vivienne you need to ch...