A Whitecaps Short Story

They all greeted us with hugs and compliments.There were: My uncle,aunt, cousins,grandma,and grandpa and we greeted them while my grandma set up

On the other side of the ranch people were preparing for the rodeo, but first there was a big BBQ. They roasted a gigantic pig over the fire. It looked delicious, and the scent smelled so good that you wanted to eat it all. They had everything there, there was a long line of tables full of food, just talking about this is making my mouth water.

My stomach let out one last roar as the waiter set down the plate of tacos accompanied by Spanish rice and beans. I went straight for the chicken taco garnished with cheese, lettuce, and tomatoes. A puddle of my cravings formed at the pit of my mouth as I grabbed the taco and pulled it closer to the portal of my hunger. The crack of the taco shell was as satisfying as the A I received on my final exam last week. My taste buds exploded like fireworks on the fourth of July. The crunch of the fresh lettuce became joyful music to my ears. Each bite become more savoring. I became distracted by the tingle I detected on my tongue and soon realized the tacos were topped with spicy

First, I walked through the gates and smelled the great food and could see the amazing field. Then, we had to find the suite where my friend’s dad’s business had bought for their employees for the game. We had to climb a ton of stairs to get to our seats because they were way high

Like all other authors, E. B. White’s work was critically analyzed throughout his career. Most would give bad feedback, but everyone loved him and his writing. He had such a unique style of writing that made him popular for all ages. His books ranged from children books all the way to humor and knowledge about the styles of writing for adults. His ability to open up readers’ imaginations draws them in and makes them wanting more. With that, E. B. White is still considered one of the most-loved and best selling authors in history today.

The pregame music felt as if it was vibrating and bouncing off of our bodies and the smell of food was circling the entire stadium. Walking down the flights of stairs to get onto the playing surface was a moment I will never forget. The atmosphere was incredible. Since we were early to the game, we were able to see both teams warm up and go through their pregame rituals. Also, during that time, we were able to take pictures, talk to other people, socialize, and enjoy leisure time with the coaches. At kickoff, we headed to our stadium seats to watch and enjoy the game.

The innkeeper shrugged the comment away. “Last night has me thinking,” he said, “Wondering what we could do to make things a bit safer around here. Have you ever heard ‘The White Riders’ Hunt’?”

We walked into the hotel and changed and went to the water park for a little for a bit, then came back and went to the game room that was huge it was amazing, and cool. We played games there and have gotten a bunch of tickets to win prizes. We went back to the hotel room and took showers and got our beds ready. We went to bed and woke up the next day and drove buy the field on our way out and there were people passed out in front of the field and where people were tailgating. It was really funny we were getting to the highway and they had a giant packers symbol made into the bridge that was just built it was really cool to see. We got onto the highway and there were a bunch of cars it was really busy and then our journey began home to go back to

Cleaver, E. “The White Race and Its Heroes.” in Souls on Ice, 65-83. New York: Dell Press, 1968.

After everyone got ready to go, we got our bags and headed down stairs to check out of our rooms. All of that was finished it was time for us to go to Cancun, we all loaded up into a "shuttle" they called it and drove to the airport. It was about a twenty minute drive. When we got to the airport we unloaded all of our things from the "shuttle," and headed into the airport. When we got inside the airport we went over to baggage check, and they scanned our passports, weighed our bags, and then sent them off to be loaded into the plane. Once we got all done with that we made our way to security, and they checked out carry on's and out electronics. After we finished with security we then walked over to where all the stores and food places were located. Me, my mom, and my brother had an omelet for breakfast it was pretty good for airport food. After everything was finished we then went over to the place where we sit and wait until we board the plane. We waited for about ten minutes, and then Me, My grandma, My cousin Sean, and my grandpa pre boarded so we could save seats for all fourteen of us. Everyone had finally boarded the plane and after about twenty minutes of waiting, the plane then took off and we were on our way to Cancun, Mexico. A three and a half hour flight felt like forever, we went over New Orleans, St.Louis, and for about an hour and thirty

Deborah Gray White’s book, Ar’n’t I a Woman? Female Slaves in the Plantation South, emphasizes the importance of the need for writing about the history of slave women. White lists many examples of theories of slavery that do not include women specifically or generalizes both genders. Due to the lack of source material on slave women in particular, historians “do black women a disservice when we rob them of a history that placed them at the side of their men in their race’s struggle for freedom” (White, 22). To right this mistake, White uses slave narrative, memoirs written after the civil war, the Works Projects Administration’s interviews with female ex-slaves, and historical/anthropological research to depict the social history of slave women in the antebellum South (White 24). The purpose of White’s book is to solely “enrich our knowledge of antebellum black culture and to serve as a chapter in the yet unwritten history of the American black woman” (White, 25).

Heads of the Capitonia’s where soon poking out the elongated Victorian windows. Their faces showing shocked and annoyed expressions. We watched as one by one they disappeared from view only to reaper at the doorway. Their cries of rage were inaudible, because of the loud crashes from the drum combined with the pounding created when our feet connect with the ground.

I might be white, but I can guaranty you, during my childhood, my family did not fit into the category, of the so called ‘privileged white’. The socioeconomic ladder classified us as ‘poor white trash’, because we were migrant workers that labored in the groves in Florida and the fields and orchards in Michigan. Education, needless to say, was low on the totem pole; therefore at the age of sixteen I dropped out of school. However, when I was twenty-seven a dear friend Mary Updike, who at the time was attending Bryn Mawr College, told me I was wasting my life and should go to college and enhance my common sense with a well rounded education. So I did. And in the eighties – I graduated with a B.A. in History followed with a M.A. in Diplomatic

I felt hunger begin to move itself through my body. “I should’ve eaten first.” I told myself. However, I did not and that was my own mistake.It couldn’t be that much longer before they left.

Then it was time to go we got together we all gathered at the concenstation stand and got food and drinks. We took a couple of pictures together and said our last goodbyes before we hopped back on the road to go home. I had so much fun at that the sometimes i wish i could go back to that age at times, but now i have my own kid to raise and have family vacation with. I just