Auckland Transport Discontinued The 347 Bus

Whether it was during lunch time or during class. We always had a lot to talk about. During our conversation at lunch one day, I learned so much more about her other than she likes sports. I asked Briana what her favorite foods were. She told me pizza and hot dogs. I couldn’t believe that we even liked the same type of foods. “That’s my favorite too”, I told Briana. Then I asked her what does she like on her hot dogs. She said; “only ketchup”. I told her, “I like ketchup, mustard and relish on my hotdog and my favorite pizza is pepperoni pizza”. Briana said, she couldn’t believe how much we were alike. I told her neither could I and that we were so much alike, we could pass for twins. We both just

The story “ The Cask of Amontillado” provides various amounts of moods as they walk through the catacomb. In Edgar Allan Poe’s story, the main character known as Montresor, goes through creepy situations and events with the intoxicated, Fortunato. As this story goes on talking about them walking through the catacomb, there’s at most four moods created throughout the story. Those consists of eerie, suspenseful, scary, and dramatic. These moods are to be spoken about when Montresor does something awful to his acquaintant, Fortunato.

Visibly muslim, an ethnography published by Emma Tarlo, portrays the visibility of British muslims through their fashion, politics and faith (Tarlo 2010). The text is constructed in a way that allows non-muslim readers to understand the culture of the muslim faith and take a look into the culture and the hardships they face in society, all through the eyes of a non-muslim British female (Tarlo 2010). Ethnicity is presented as an outlook a community has that sets them apart from the rest, either through dress, religion, language and/or solidarity, as presented in (Davis 2014) lecture material. In Visibly Muslim the visibility of ethnicity in an urban setting is discussed, and that visibility can be due to conflicts like media visibility

Savannah was the dorky girl with multi-colored hair, big glasses, and a Harry Potter backpack. I was the “not too weird, but not popular either” average high school student just keeping to myself. We had two classes together aat Woodrow Wilson Classical High School, English 1-2 with Mrs. Majdali and Geometry with Mrs. Sternin. The classes were back to back so we would always walk the same way to and from our classes. It was the proximity, always being around her, that really started our relationship (O’Hair, Wiemann, Mullin & Tevin, 2015). A relationship that is still going strong even though she now is going to LSU and lives in Louisiana.

" Are you twin sisters ? " This question is not particularly uncommon for both Paula Bernstein and Elyse Schein , though they never truly know how to respond . Separated at birth to the power of a secret research project , neither twin knew of the other's existence until 35 years later , when they came to know the terms of their own being . While the other's presence in their lives is something they've grown accustomed to , being in each others company can sometimes be an uncomfortable situation . Both twins have similar basic tastes of / for books and music , yet there is something unexplainably different about them that makes it hard for them and other individuals to realize how each girl is her own person with a different life story . So

After my friends/colleagues arrive, we all head outside to where the After School program kids are being fed by the YMCA volunteers. On the first day of arriving to Vista College Prep, all the kids asked me what my name was and I told them. As soon as I told them, they went crazy with excitement since one of the children had the same as me, Zion. As soon as this happened, they were tugging on my shirt and I felt this establishment of comfortability the kids would have with me. I had never met someone with the same name as me and it felt like looking in the mirror. This kid, Zion, actually looks similar to me. The YMCA volunteers, Shai and Francis, did not talk to me at first, as I saw them more frequently, I started talking to them. Now, we serve the children together along with some laughs. After the kids are done eating, we switch to activities, which are outside and are usually sports, specifically basketball and soccer. When it is time to transition into to the next part of the day, all of the children line up at the

Before I came to Baker Middle School, I attended elementary school in Laytonsville. I had a group of friends that consisted of five people, Olivia Fink, Olivia Pallas, Mason LeBlanc, Kody Johnson, and Stefan Jacob. The Olivia’s both attend this school alongside me, but sadly the other three attends a different school. I became friends with those three because we all had common interests in multiple categories such as cartoons and humor. I still keep in touch with them, but I know we aren’t as close as we used to be. With the Olivia’s we all became best friends in the first week of Kindergarten and we still have been by each other’s side since. We became friends because we all sat next to each other on our little chairs, and talked about anything

My story begins when my mom and I moved from Crafton, near Pittsburgh, to my grandparents’ house in Schwenksville at the beginning of first grade. In Crafton, there were not a lot children in my neighborhood; therefore, my wonderful mother and heart rending loneliness were my only friends. Fortunately, in my grandparent’s huge neighborhood, there were three amazing girls that became my best friends. However, those girls were not enough to combat my loneliness. At times these girls were mean to me, but my caring mother was there to lift my spirits. My mother was understanding and always knew what to say when I was lonely. As the story continues my life will hit an unexpected turn when I accepted a last minute invitation from a friend to attend

When I matriculated to Oregon State University, I realized how alone I really was, and that my popularity had meant nothing because I had no true connections with people in high school. I did not know how to work for anything because everything seemed to be handed to me. Finally my sophomore year of college, I met Harper, who immediately fit perfectly into my life. I’d never been that close to someone before, we did everything together. As I sat on the bus thinking about her my stomach began to contract violently and I masticated on one of my apple slices to try to calm it. Senior year Harper and I had decided to go to a big party for Halloween in Portland. Half way through the night Harper came up to me crying and insisted for me to drive her home, refusing to tell me why. I agreed because the party wasn’t that great anyway, but we got in a huge fight over why she wasn’t being honest with me or telling me what had happened. I had turned my head to look at her just for a moment, her red hair cascading around her shoulders, her eyes filled with

The author introduces us to Cassie by using Man vs self conflict, including when Cassie’s mom died she wanted to find out what happened. Another example would be when she felt like she wasn’t wanted and I quote “My dad lived half a world away. My mother was missing presumed dead. I was everyone’s problem and nobody’s Teenager presumed trouble.” Cassie also had a conflict within herself because she really lost all of her family like her dad, mom, and aunt.

The rise of mass transit in the beginning seemed like a great idea everything did seem to go well and it really benefited the majority of Americans. Many people used mass transit as a faster efficient way to get around that they had never seen before. Electric trolleys as started in the article “The Rise and Fall of mass transit” were the start of the urban expansion that came about. At the time real estate owners and transit owners developed a good system to ensure economic development in the cities. In the early 1900s there was a decline in mass transit development although there was a development in automobile technology. As said in the passage entrepreneurs and private corporations came together and invested more in street cars these were the reason as to why there was such a corruption in mass transit. During this time Americans demands a better control of the mass transit system which was necessary and these large corporations had no interest in the welfare of the citizens rather only in making a large profit.

As a student coming from Vaughan to Union it takes the train every 30 mins to come to the Vaughan. Having less transportation causes inconvenience which draws to another issue when it comes to waiting for a bus for twenty minutes. For a change, we should have trains and buses come frequently in times of ‘rush hours’ at popular destinations. It saves people valuable time and they can get home earlier to their family. The government should upgrade their system for express transportation for those individuals who live far, from Union to Barrie or Union to Brampton. It takes about 2 hours with few stops in between. Having an upgrade system on express trains will benefit because 2 hours can be reduced to an hour or 30 minutes train ride. It will make people want to go to trains because it saves their time. They don’t need to use their car as a result it helps lessens the traffic for buses and have greater improvement opportunities to meet the desired areas foe

(Palisoc, 2014). With the continuous struggle of efforts to get Toronto’s transit system back up

Public transportation is serious need of a massive overhaul in this nation. We are in desperate need to catch up to the European standard of public transportation in this country. In Europe, citizens can travel across cities, bodies of water, and even counties with their state of the art public transportation system. Europeans are not nearly as reliant on cars and oil as the United States is because they have the much more practical option of taking the transportation provided to them by the government to where ever they need to go. They have set a model that the United States needs to strive for and meet in the near future.

After one year of hell, loneliness consuming me, I met my best friend. We didn’t necessarily start out that way though. In fact, I recall her wanting to punch me in the face. Let me explain. At the start of 7th grade at my middle school you had the option to start earning your foreign language credits for your coming high school career. At the time, I was infatuated with Parisian culture. From baguettes to bon bons, if it was French and fancy, Karisma took interest in it. Moving on, about half the semester in, I was still without friends (read: close friends). I had the typical classroom acquaintances, but nobody I viewed as reliable for things other than history notes. One day I was early for French class and I walked up to this crispy chicken nugget toned girl I had seen in class quietly sitting with my acquaintances on the