FRO 14 DTF

Vincent Mastrogiulio

http://slide.ly/view/47d060552cf95e1a0d971908bf358835

The 1st picture is where I went to High School, Monsignor Farrell High School. Here, I’ve met some of my best friends. This school helped me so much whether it was making me tuck my shirt in, working hard in school and helping find the right college, I know in long run all these things will help me achieve my dreams in my life.

The 2nd picture is my basketball team and I winning the championship. I enjoy playing the game of basketball ever since I was a little boy and this game just makes me happy. Whenever I’m down or want to just get away from everything I play basketball.

The 3rd picture is a picture of my best friends. Spending high school with them made me realize what brothers are. I have there back and they have mine.

The 4th picture is a picture of a report card with a grade of A+. No, this is not my report card but, I put this in because I take pride in my school work and I try for the best in school because I know doing good in school will get me to where I want to be and will help me achieve my goals.

The 5th picture is a picture of my sister and I. Family is what matters to me most. I would do anything for my sister, whatever she’s needs I’m there for her.

The 6th picture is a picture of my car. I love cars. I dream about getting certain cars and I know if I work hard in school, life and anything I do I will achieve my dreams of getting these cars I want.

The 7th picture is a picture of sneakers. Ever since I was a little boy I loved sneakers. When I was younger at one point I had over 100 pairs of sneakers. People may call me a sneakerhead but, to me I’m not. I like sneakers I don’t get them just to say I have them like half the other people I know.

The last photo is one of my favorite quotes “Work Hard Dream Big.” This quote is what I live my life by because I know if I work hard in life I could achieve anything I want. As you could see I’m going to work hard in no matter what I do school, my job, and just being the best person I can be and I will achieve all my dreams.

My Jenna Lies Over the Hudson

There’s love running freely in the sewers neath the gridded streets of this metropolis.

There’s cracked and brittle asphalt neath your sun-drenched skin.

And there’s a question that leaves me reaching blindly down dark alleys.

What do I love?

Is it this city?

Is it you?

Is it 3 am uptown, as our bodies pull a tight reef knot in your twin bed and I explain each line of my poetry to you?

Is it 29th street, as we sit at the pub table, drunk and underage, smiling and singing the songs of my ancestors?

Is it the A train, as your eyes give in to gravity and your head drifts into a half-hearted slumber on my bony left shoulder?

Is it Washington Square, as we kiss and kiss beside the arch and the rain cries tears of joy upon our dripping faces?

Is it walking up Broadway, as taxis pack overworked businessmen and pass us indulging in our blissful teenage romance?

Or is it me, telling you that I love you and that I will continue to until the New York minute slows down?