With each Sunday evening supper, the estimation of family has been instilled in me. My peaceful house would all of a sudden turn turbulent. Packed around the table, the smell of the dinner, the uproarious exchange, the fun loving prodding, and the outrageous contentions that hit ear-puncturing crescendos catch the quintessence of my huge Italian family. From the warm organization of my family to the new smell of encouraging cooking, this scene has been ingrained in for whatever length of time that I can recall. My Sundays speak to something other than nourishment for me. It is the estimation of family that I convey with me consistently, regardless of where my supper is served. Growing up with a solid feeling of family, encountering and understanding the estimation of social occasions, I generally pondered what Sundays would resemble amid the school year in my new home at school. Accordingly, in the previous two years, I have endeavored to recover the glow, bliss, and feeling of network with my 'family' at school. Family is my beginning and end, they are my mainstays of solidarity and will keep on being my spine.