Peach

Yesterday in our English 121 class we were told to bring in “food.” That was all we were told to bring in, just some kind of food for yourself. I don’t think any of us were clear on what we would be doing with this food other then maybe eat it, but the idea sounded fun, or at least I thought it would be. When Courtney told us bring in some sort of food I already had an idea of what I wanted to bring in. The funny thing was before class I got this odd urge to eat a peach, so before I knew we would have to bring in something I had already planned to go buy a few peaches, so my plan was set.
I had made a trip to Wal-Mart to get my peaches, which probably was a really bad idea. One because I’m not a big fan of Wal-Mart and two, I had never bought fruit from Wal-Mart… By the time I had gotten to the produce section the “fruit man” let’s call him was putting out new plums which happened to be right next to the peaches. I was pretty excited to see Mr. Fruit man putting out new fruit with the thought that they would be fresh! I had gone straight to the peaches, after all that was the whole reason I was there. I had spent about five minutes or so looking at these peaches and picked the three I thought would be the best. My eyes still on the plums I thought it would be a good idea to get a few of them as well, in case you were wondering I picked up five of them. After Picking my peaches and plums I was set to leave after paying.
I had gone home after leaving Wal-Mart; set the peaches and plums in the fruit bowl we have on my kitchen table and left them till the next morning. Waking up, I will gladly admit I was excited to eat a peach and plum today. I decided to take two peaches and a plum with me to school, one peach would be for English and the other peach and Plum would be for my lunch. I brought the fruit in two bags and left them in my bag pack until I was ready to eat them. I have two hours between my Sociology class and my English class; usually I use this time to eat lunch so now was a better time than ever to each my peach and plum. I ate the plum first, which was alright I don’t think it was totally ripe just yet, but it still tasted fine. After the plum came the peach, I was on the phone with my friend Chloe while about to eat in she was going on about what time she worked tell when I bit into it, and to put it nicely this peach was nasty! You look at it from the outside and it looks fine, almost perfectly ripe, the toughness of the peach was right as far as I know. (I may not be a profession fruit picker-outer, but I like to think I know what I’m doing) But after spitting out the piece I bit into the inside of the peach was brown. Yea, brown one bite and I was done.
So here I am sitting in English class looking at this other peach in the bag, wondering to myself if it will be as bad as the other one. I don’t think I am brave enough at this point to bite into another nasty peach so it’s just sitting in front of me in its little bag until I get home and can cut it open to see if it is brown on the inside, just like the other one. It’s safe to say I might not eat another peach for a while and I learned something from this situation I may have learned something; don’t eat peaches from Wal-Mart.