Airport Descriptive Essay

I am your pilot this morning, and I will be taking you to Newark, New Jersey. The flight will be about three hours. Sit back, relax and have a good flight. I looked to my left to see my parents on their phones, not paying attention to any of their surroundings. There was a long line of people in the aisle waiting to take their seats, each person pushing large suitcases. In the row across for us, Jack was sitting in the row seat listening to music. Since there was four of us Jack had to sit by himself with two other strangers but he didn’t mind. The engines suddenly started to roar as I started to get pushed gently back into my seat. The front of the plane started to rise from the ground and as soon as I noticed we were up in the air. I took a deep breathe as I took my backpack out under the seat. I grabbed my new book “Looking for Alaska” and began to read. One of my friends gave it to me as a going away gift because she knew I loved to read. After a while, my mind slowly started to drift off onto a whole different planet. I was still in shock that I just left all my friends and I was moving to New Jersey. The whole situation was not processing through my head and I thought that we were just going on vacation to New Jersey, and we were not actually about to live there. Even thinking about having to make new friends and joining a new soccer team sent chills down my body. I am always shy around new people and now I have to break out of my

It was in the beginning of winter but we still had snow. I didn't get a wink of sleep the night befor. I tossed and turned in my bed. I was up and six in the morning waiting for the rest of my family to get up. Once they got up we all ate breakfast. I had a big bowl full of lucky charms. I wolfed it down in .5 seconds I wanted to leave so bad. We left at 7:30 it was an hour drive. We got there at 8:30 as planned and waited for the rest of my team. My whole team got there and we went over plays. Finally it was our turn to play.

The land that was chosen for the Airport site was in Adams County but it lacked infrastructure development. This means DIA will need to create that infrastructure like water, power, and sewage disposal. In turn, this will increase DIA project costs. In the case study from Project management: a systems approach to planning, scheduling and controlling, Adams County also negotiated an agreement with DIA but it limited DIA “to such businesses as airline maintenance, cargo, small package delivery, and other such airport-related activities” (Kerzner, 2001, p. 643). In both the examples, we see that negative stakeholder involvement was detrimental to

I got off the bus in a hurry to get some fresh air because that bus was filled with New York air. I saw the field that we were going to play on and we slowly walked up to the field. All of us were nervous to put on a show. We all had butterflies in our stomachs.

I took a deep breath. It was the big championship game and we had 10 minutes left on the clock and the score was 10-7 we were down by 3. We had 3 runners on the base and 2 outs I was on deck and Brooke was up to bat. I pulled her over to the side and said “you got this were only down by three and I got your back. We have no outs so take your time and hit the ball.” Brooke said “ok thanks and we got this”. The pitcher threw the ball and Brooke hit the ball. It went straight down the 3rd base line. She got a single and now the score was 10-8, I was up. The pitcher through one right down the middle I hit a line drive right to center field and got a double, MG was running home as fast as lightning and slid into home barely making it. The game was

Three days after my high school graduation, Randolph and I spent a day in a whole new city. Being from Roselle, I had never really been to one of the most beautiful city such as downtown Chicago. Spending the day in Chicago was like discovering a new way of living life that I had only heard from siblings and the news. I checked my bags to make sure I didn’t leave anything essential behind and I checked them five more times. we were sleepy during the flight as we arrived at the airport and made our way to the gate. The streets are filled with an atmosphere that is like a child on a shopping spree in a candy store. I was thrilled as I realized that I was in one of the biggest airport in the United States. watching the Chicago Cubs win the World Series was the most amazing feeling.

It was a bitter cold sleeting Texas day in February when we laced up our spikes and hit the diamond to continue our school tradition. It was our senior year and basketball season had just ended two days before. Cody and I were the three and four hitters in the lineup and it still felt like we were in our sleeveless jerseys. Third pitch of my at bat I get hit by a pitch in the back. I told my first base coach "what a wonderful way to start off the season in 30-degree weather." and he then laughed. Cody came up to the plate with the bases loaded and hit a grand slam on the first pitch he saw. We won our first game of the season and we all knew that it would be a special one, but for Cody and I it would be different from all the rest of our teammates all thanks to one coach.

The airport in Los Angeles was crawling with travelers, dragging their luggage and scurrying across the terminals like ants in a massive nest. Jackson, my nephew, had no idea that he was meeting in Los Angeles; he thought we would be meeting in Seattle, just as we usually did. I wondered if he would notice the palm trees and the stifling heat in the middle of December and know immediately. With these thoughts wandering my head, I sat impatiently by the terminal where his plane was supposed to land.

I step off the plane grateful for the safe landing as I wait for the my family to get out of the plane, my little brother comes out with his hair all messed up and matted from the long flight, he gets airsick . While we walk to the baggage claim I look around trying to absorb everything around me thinking, “so this is what it's like in America”. Remembering how sad it was to leave behind all my friends especially Claire and Bella, the airport in France was just a cryfest, we were hugging so long they had to ask us to stop unless we wanted to miss the flight. They both shouted YES! But I knew I had to go, I waved to them until they were just little specks in the backround.

As I walked quickly to the arrivals, my suitcase making skid marks on the terminal floor, I couldn't fathom the thought of waiting another second for this adventure. For what felt like hours of waiting, my aunt had finally picked me up. It was a three and a half hour drive to Mark Twain National Forest and I watched through the window as the sky changed into a colorful painting of pinks and blues. The fresh air of the Midwest ran through my veins and I felt like I was home again.

It was the November of 2014 in Chicago, Illinois and the weather outside was 50-60 degrees Fahrenheit. My team and I were in Chicago for a hockey tournament and we were determined to win. I was staying at the hotel with my friend Trayce because my mom could not make it to the tournament. I was one of the goalies on the team and Trayce was one of the defenseman. At this time we had our ups and downs of the season, winning some games and also losing some. We occasionally tied another team because at this age, we did not have overtimes like high school through the NHL has. I had to miss that Friday of school for the tournament because we had an early morning game and an afternoon game on Friday.

As the wheels of my plane touched down on the runway in Santiago I felt an overwhelming sense of peace and gratitude.

The day finally came. It was time for the dreaded goodbyes. My entire face was soaked against my grandfather’s wrinkled hazel shirt. I couldn’t see a thing from the tears that flooded my eyes. I had to say goodbye to my grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins and friends. It was a bittersweet feeling leaving behind my family in Jamaica but the thought of finally going to America overwhelmed me with joy. After saying goodbye to my family, I walked on the plane eager to see what was in store for me. I stayed awake the entire plane ride, taking everything in. Once we finally landed I grew fidgety. My patience grew smaller as I waited to exit the plane. After what felt like hours, I was finally off. I got nervous. I didn’t know what to expect. I

HK Express Airways is an airline under HNA group, which operates as a Low-Cost Carriage (LCC) since October 2013. It now has a larger impact on travel and market situation. It competes to Cathay Pacific and its subsidiary and other airlines to attract both domestic and regional passengers.

When I first stepped out of the hot, stuffy plane into the bright and brilliant sunlight beaming down on my face, all I felt was excitement. With my bag in one hand and sunglasses in the other I couldn’t believe it I finally arrived at Florida! The Florida sun struck like an arrow on my skin, warming and basking my arms in its radiance. I took a deep breath and smelt a sweet flowery perfume. After pushing my way through all the tourists I finally reached my luggage. After pulling my purple bag of the conveyer belt, I made my way to the doors where my family and I were met by my aunt, uncle, and cousins to pick us up and take us back to their house.