Bay in Progress

The ground I was sitting on was cold and wet, the ice-cold breeze whipping at my face. The boat was rocking ferociously, and the sea sickness was building up in my stomach. The wind was roaring, and everyone was huddled together to keep warm. I could see a plastic bag floating in the water below. Suddenly, rain started pouring down and the droplets and hail thudded on the hard, wooden deck. The strong wind, rain and sea water leaves me cold and shaky. I clutch my jacket closer to me to keep dry and conserve my body heat. The wind seemed to be getting worse, and the waves were crashing on the side of the boat, bringing seawater onboard. The small plastic bag reminded me of how I felt, alone and discarded. My once clean and silken hair is now ragged, wet and dirty. “I just want to go home” I muttered to myself. Then I remember my mama’s words “We will be together soon darling, and if we’re not, I’ll always be with you.” I curl up into the fetal position and tears start streaming down my face. I don’t know the next time I will see or talk to my mother or my father, but I will always keep them in the back of my mind, so I can continue my journey. “Where are we going?” I ask for the first time, to the person next to me.

In this discussion paper, the Bay Path University Food Policy Council will discuss the changes that could and should be implemented in Bay Path University. This will be a three-pronged initiative: (1) we will implement immediate change for relatively low costs and with ease by the next school year, (2) change plans for the next few years that will gradually benefit the students, faculty, and staff; and (3) gathering necessary campus data to understand the needs of the Bay Path community and whether or not these goals are achievable.

Since Gretchen never had the opportunity to go into the ocean alone, she was on cloud nine when she realized how breathtaking the waves could be. For example, towards the middle of the poem, Gretchen Matis wrote, “I let them lift me off the sand and put me in a new place.” Moreover, these words strongly emphasize that she feels peaceful while body surfing in the waves of the ocean. Therefore, because the author explained how it felt to float on the surface of the ocean, it helped readers understand why it was so amazing for her to be body

The small dinghy anchored in Stillwater Cove moved in synchronized rhythm with the undulating waves that knocked against the side. The water was turbulent tonight and matched the occupant’s mood as they whispered to themselves, “Damn, this constant up and down motion. I’m glad I’m not prone to seasickness or I’d be puking over the side about now.”

Alex clung on to the piece of driftwood, praying to see land as daylight began to creep over the waves of the pacific ocean. She was exhausted from hanging on, it seems like it had been hours since the cruise ship she and her family had been on to celebrate her graduating high school got caught in a terrible storm, and the ship sank. She had no idea what had happened to anyone in her family, where they had ended up, if they were even alive. She didn’t even know where she was or how she ended up here, all she could remember was falling into the water, and scrambling around until she found the piece of driftwood she was still clinging to for life.

Every rumble of thunder from above made her wish that she had stayed in the rowboat. Each wave tossed her around as if she was a doll, and her lungs were beginning to sting with the pain of inadequate air. She felt like the storm tossed her around for a couple hours, but she wasn’t sure because she didn’t have a watch; however, she thought she could barely see a hint of the rising sun in the east, which meant that she had only been in the water for a good hour while the storm raged around her. The storm finally subsided enough for her to stop struggling and float with the current, but she had very little energy left to actually try to get to any land. She relaxed her body, and as the current carried her, went in and out of consciousness, finally blacking out just before she washed ashore a densely overgrown

Looking past Sadie struggling to hold onto her board in front of her, a sliver of blue came into vision from ahead. A feeling of apprehension crept into Leah’s mind, like a bad memory. Although she said nothing about it, the vastness of the ocean that Leah would shortly embark on soon began to overwhelm her, and she had second thoughts.

The wind started picking up as it made her long black hair swirl in the dense fog. The patch of haze dissipated before her eyes to reveal a long gravel stairwell that reached the ocean's edge. Her heart pounding in syncopation of each step she took as the wind guided her one stone closer to the sandy beach. She lowered closer and closer to the ocean and her heart pounded faster and faster.

I sailed crashing tides under soaring skies, the roar of powerful waves as mighty as a lion. With my trustworthy toy parrot named Yarr by my side, no task proved impossible. A shark attack would leave my ship battered, but I always managed to patch up the holes in the frame. The vivid horizon accompanied by thermal sea air stood as quite the contrast from the melancholy chill permeating within my home. This imaginative world became my emotional safe house from the warfare taking place between my parents. I submerged myself into an entirely different persona in order to cope with the upheaval of my home life.

It was a bright winter’s day, but the bay was quiet. Little wind stirred the surf on the pebble beach and the forest loomed silent and brooding. The tribe milled around the bay camp. They clumped in twos and threes, speaking only in short bursts, almost whispering as if afraid of waking something. For the first time her own sense that all was not as it should be seemed to have infected the rest of her people. The relief and excitement they had felt when they emerged from the sea had been eroded away in less than a week.

Nine o’clock A.M. It was finally time to depart from the docks. The sky was blue, and the temperature felt warm. When the boat’s

Serena glanced up at the ceiling as her feet dangled below the freezing, cold water below her. She spun in circles, jumping up from the water while the bright, beautiful blue dolphins circled around her. Serena jumps up one last time, falling on her back as she hits the water. “I can not believe I am here,” she thinks to herself. “It’s a wonderland, a paradise in fact. I love it here.” Serena still facing the ceiling begins to slowly stray away from her previous spot in the water as the dolphins follow along side her. Her head turns towards the football field on her right and then turns to the soccer field on her left. She admires the fields and begins to hear band music over powering the loud noises coming from the active games going on. Serena’s eyes start to close as she drifts into the deep end of the pool. She continues to take in the band music as it the pace starts to slow. The dolphins form around her to keep in away from the sidelines. Serena now in a trance falls into her dream. “She is back in the city following the signs that lead her to the swimming pool. The signs all pointed to it; everywhere in town there was a sign aiming towards the new sensory swimming pool that had been placed in the middle of town. For days people have been waiting in long lines in order to experience this new way of swimming including, Serena. She stood in line for hours along with many others in hopes to experience this adventure. After hours of waiting it was finally her turn to go

I hurried to the hotel to put on my bathers and grabbed a pair of goggles. I was running as fast as I could back to the beach as if the beauty of it would disappear before I was back. I finally made it, I went deep into the freezing ocean, held my breath and went underwater. It was another world. I flew in the water like a bird in the sky. Every inch of my body had been caressed by the salty water. I felt free as if I was in a gravity-free void. Soon enough I had learned to jump over the waves before they slammed against my body. I explored deeper into the sea, fish swam past as I entered their home occasionally coming back to the surface for a breath. The colours of the reefs and fish stood out shouting for attention. It was mesmerizing. The immense waves threw me back and forth, playing catch and I was the ball. I floated around, the movement of the ocean taking over me. The white-tipped foamy waves shimmered in the light. I wished I could go deeper, but I knew I couldn’t. I swam back to shore, the crisp air hit my skin. I was ready to dive right back

Calm and still water is something that doesn’t happen often. Most days the water is chaotic and bitter. Crashing into the rotting pier. Today I walk out on the pier alone, but a few weeks ago I would have been with my best friend. Practically my sister, but since the accident I’ve been more alone than ever. She collided with a car. That day Sophia convinced me that we needed to go shopping. Normally I wouldn’t say yes, but today was an exceptional day. My mother finally was allowing me to drive to Chicago without parent supervision. Sophia was going to take me. Across the street was a new store, we paraded over in the cross walk. Sophia was ahead of me so I yell out.

The dark swirling ocean water swept around the ship. Pitch-black and inky, the contorted sky twisted into clouds the shape of pained faces. The waves swept the boat around and around in the midst of the storm, and lightning crackled. The wind was blowing hard and the shadowy mist covered over the windshield of the boat. The sky was melancholy and dark. And it was there in the center of the ocean, a whirlpool, it’s hungry jaws opening and trying to eat.