When the bus moved, I was saying to my youth pastor that this was my first time going to Six Flags Magic Mountain in Valencia, CA! So, then she said(laughing), ”There are rides that are extreme and rides that will make you pee your pants!” We got there a little early, so we had to wait in line because the parking lot wasn’t open yet.
It is time for school. You are going to be late. Kate: (coming downstairs) Gosh Mom, do you really need shout? We are in the same house after all. Jessica: I’m sorry honey, it is just that Emily wont eat her breakfast and I have to be at work in 45 minutes, take her to her school and the traffic is insane downtown.
After our visit to the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triumph and the Louvre to see the infamous Mona Lisa no one wanted to return to Australia although we were all missing our families a great deal. A huge thanks to all of the teachers who took us out of our comfort zone and gave us a little glimpse of the larger
A daughter’s walk to school becomes a horrific scene of screeching tires and ambulance sirens. News of unrest in the Middle East becomes nuclear winter. A mole that I never noticed before will most certainly conjure visions of my funeral and my child getting married without her mother. Peoples’ every day worries are taken to the next level. My brain is a hamster
Ryan Kilgallen Ms. KO English 11 11/21/11 It’s not just yours Going to school isn’t an easy thing. I have to wake up at five thirty in the morning and then take 3 busses to get to my school in Howard Beach. I have to do the same thing to get back and since I play football I get home from school very late. One day while waiting for the bus after football a kid with spiked hair, a sweatband, a sweat suit and sunglasses approached me. “What are you doing around here kid,” he said to me.
Mayday Hills Bold: emphasized words Green: scared voice Italics: fast pace My four friends and I arrive at the Mayday Hills lunatic asylum driveway at approximately 8pm, I start to feel a bit anxious. I didn’t think Joel and Sam would actually want to go in, but now(emphasized and scared), Joanna and I can’t find the boys. They ran up to the front entrance to have a look but never came back. Joanna and I decided we were going to go inside, find them and go. As Joanna and I walk up to the house, we hear eerie noises.
I cannot speak for the others on that bus that morning, but I had retreated inside myself. I was scared, and searching for that courage that I had left at the guard shack just a little while ago. As the bus pulled up to the old style rounded hut barracks and stopped, I could see out the windows, there were five very angry looking Drill Instructors lined up and waiting to welcome us to Parris Island. Parris Island, South Carolina: the premier Marine Corps recruit training faculty in the world. A patch of ground that is only about a foot above sea level, surrounded by water on all four sides and completely useless for anything else in the whole wide world, except training
Elizabeth L., Paper 1 How could anyone forget the day America was attacked? I obviously had shut my alarm clock off assuming it was Saturday. A couple of moments later I jumped out of bed realizing I had overslept. I was going to be late for work, which is so unlike me. I made my way out the door and headed onto the highway.
B. Narrative: Imagine taking off for work at night, not able to kiss your children goodnight because you're running late. You have your husband get your oldest daughter up for school, he sends her up the hill like normal to get on the bus. But instead of getting on the bus, she gets pulled into a van, possibly never to be seen again. C. Background and Details: 1.
Once we arrived, I could tell it was much different than any one I have been to in the States. There were no doors to close classrooms, but old rusted gates that swung open and closed instead. Damp, cement walls and floors carried a musty smell through the school from it raining all day. You could hear the cheers of the school kids playing outside, but an eerie silence fell over our group of girls as we walked through the hallways. Some kids would just watch us as we passed by their classrooms and others would yell things in Spanish to us.