As I wait for the last class to exit studio 154, I lightly smile to myself, remembering that this beautiful room is mine for the next 4 hours. As I walk inside, my heart skips a beat while I am hearing the wooden floor creak beneath my dance shoes. My bag and radio makes a distinct thump as I place them down by the mirror and begin to prepare myself for another journey to this place. My place. The place where no one can go but me; then I start to sashay around the room.
The letter I never should of opened As the sun rose above the trees and the birds started to chirp, Cecilia sat on the cleanly swept veranda excitingly sitting on the edge of the old wooden rusted chair waiting to receive a message that there is a letter waiting for her at the post office. The phone rang and Cecilia’s hart fell into her stomach and she felt her jaw drop to the ground, “the letter I have been waiting for was finally here” Cecilia said, “I can’t believe it.” Cecilia set off skipping down Stratford’s main street so happily and joyfully, thinking about Andy and Cecilia’s last kiss, thinking about how she is going to get used to writing her name differently, “Cecilia Lansell” Cecilia said. Cecilia is a young, vibrant, athletic with blond silky hair, and a golden tan with bright big red lips. Cecilia grew a large smile when she saw the side of the post office sign, she felt her legs getting weaker and weaker as she got closer and closer. Cecilia come flying into the post office door and ran up to the front counter, “Gosh miss Cecilia you look so young and beautiful today in your floral dress, you look like you have skipped all the way here from your house,” said the mistress, “thankyou Mrs Gilbert I have, I cannot wait to read y fiancés letter.” Cecilia loved using the word fiancé when referring to Andy.
Of course, all wars leave similar scars and lifelong challenges to those who serve in them. But, more importantly, it’s what happens afterwards that is crucial for a soldiers successful reentry into society. When I came home on leave from “down range” in Baghdad, a thousand people applauded me as I rode the escalator up to the lobby in Atlanta’s airport. VV were spit at, shunned and essentially denied any honor upon their return. Many found it impossible to go through the difficult and timely process of repackaging their painful experiences into something other than stifling guilt.
RECOMMENDATIONS 5-6 REFERENCES 7 iii As people sit in the busy airport waiting on flights or to pick up arrivals, most will notice planes take off and land, people running around with bags, janitors cleaning up messes, agents yelling out times and delays. A closer look might allow you to view the instinctive fear in many passengers who are waiting their turn to board their flights for take off. For most of these people, they are trembling with fear and anxiety of flying or that of actually crashing. It is hard to pin point where this fear comes from since statistically flying is very safe and easy. Many fingers point to instances where highly televised accidents have happened one such is that of a Tupolev 154 and a Boeing 757.
It was as if my heart was hanging by a thread, ready to drop into my stomach and join what felt like a million butterflies. With every step I took the gymnasium only grew in size, making me more nervous. We were all walking silently, my teammates and I, mentally preparing ourselves for what was about to take place. As we reached the entrance and took our first steps inside of CSU, all that was happening overcame me. The smell of popcorn from the concession stand, the sound of sneakers squeaking on the polished hardwood floors, bursts of excitement from the crowd.
My family, on the other hand, were snoring the whole flight. Everyone was so relaxed and calm as they stepped off the plane at 8:45 a.m. to head to the hotel. I was thrilled about being in a different state. I was only 4 at the time. My parents decided to have a family vacation to include my aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents.
Jose Ramos Blk. 2 Personal Statement Response for Prompt #2 Word Count = 510 When I was still in my mother’s stomach, she told herself that her son has a gift given to him from god. It all began in the summer of 2009; I was 15 years old but full of lots of issues that I had to take on during that age but it all changed after I switched schools. Soon after arriving to my new school in Santa Cruz, I met my assigned counselor Lue Lutz. He was quite tall so it felt awkward at first because I never had a counselor so tall and also I was shy to talk with him.
(Argenti, 2013 p. 104). They continued to load flights and allow them to taxi to the runway. Unfortunately the conditions did not clear as expected. With planes backing up from all directions, some passengers waited to board planes that would eventually be cancelled, while others waited for take-off that would never happen. Passengers were unable to de-plane as there were no available gates and the runway equipment used to tow the planes were frozen to the ground.
If your done toilet papering by 11 o'clock then your good to go. Otherwise you'd get chased down with a nightstick and a big fine to pay for the next day. Homecoming is the greatest week for high school students. Everyone has a great time including the students and teachers. Our homecoming pep-rally and the float parade had begun on Friday.
I was so thrilled yet scared because I had never been on a rollercoaster. We left home around 9:00am because we live in Far Rockaway which is almost three hours away from the park’s location. We took the shuttle toward JFK, transferred to the Q train and around 12pm, we arrived at final our destination. We started taking pictures immediately. We went to the booth to purchase our tickets for the rides and we decided on the unlimited rides which cost $30 per person.