Bus Descriptive Speech

We sat in the 5th row with 5 people in each row. I sat on the edge with my counselor behind me. “Are you sure you want to go?” My counselor asked me. “ Sure. I have to try at least.” I replied ready, but nervously. The train dispatched and we took a slight left turn. I felt like I was going to puke. I always have that feeling, but I know it will be fine. As we went up, my

The kinder transport was a train that millions of jewish kids got on the train and left Germany to get away from the Nazis the train stop when ww2 started.

The 14-hour flight felt short maybe due to the excitement or the fear of feeling alone, but as soon as I opened my eyes we had arrived. I saw my mother immediately as she came to give me a hug, she was with a man who I had not yet met, he familiarized himself with me stating himself as my mother's boyfriend Neil. Carlo left with his wife soon after and Neil drove us to my new home. We stopped over for food at an In-N-Out, my first attempt at eating at an American fast food restaurant. Hearing and seeing the faces in that restaurant sent a startling shock to my spine, sweat slowly accumulating inside the palms of my hands. We approached the lady behind the register as she asked for what we wanted to order. Her voice seemed almost unnatural to me, her hair looked seemingly blond, and her eyes were blue, features I had not before seen. When the food arrived the portions of the burger were unlike the size of those in the Philippines, strangely this to me this made the world felt as though it was larger as I compared it to the fast food I enjoyed daily back home. When we finally arrived at the house I had noticed it was already past twelve which was odd as I left the Philippines around a similar time. I was not yet tired and my mother did not want to leave me alone to sleep by myself so she set up a bed for us in the living room. It was when we laid down that a greater realization struck me as to why my aunt was crying. My aunt and cousins were gone. I do not

We were driving for about ten minutes when it happened. The car jerked to the right making the most frightening screeching noise, and causing my phone to go soaring from my now trembling hands. On the passenger side (my side) I watched as we slammed into a ginormous, giant semi-truck, and I felt my heart rate go bezerk. I felt like it was a movie and I was watching this happen from above as my older sister wrenched the car to the left trying to get away from the enormous semi-truck. I next heard a scream. After realizing that I screamed I put my hands over my mouth and had the audacity to feel embarrassed even in the scary situation that we were in. After the trauma of the moment and realizing that we were both okay, I look over to my sister who is holding the steering wheel like a death grip. I tell her that it was going to be ok and that she needed to pull off the road, so we found a clear spot to pull off to and then parked the now battered car. Using my shaking hands I slowly grabbed my phone and after taking a long, deep breath I called my parents and told them what happened. Not knowing what to do we waited for the cops and my parents to show up and called our workplace explaining the situation and telling them we were going to be late for

So we stopped at the nearest rest stop.It was a quick in and out and we hopped right back in the car an ibucled up as we pulled out of the lot. About 2 minutes later i hear everyone scream,[even my dad for the first] I dont know whats going on so I scream too.Then i hear a loud PLUNK!

Days later, and I am loading my packed red duffel bag, my elephant pillow pet, and my black drawstring bag onto a bus labeled “Faith.” I hopped onto the bus and realized that I hadve no idea who I wouldI will sit by since the friend I was going with had been got placed on another bus. I settled into the window seat, then had the pleasure of sitting next to Brenna, a chaperone. In truth,

You are a skateboard designer and decide to open a shop.  You find a “perfect space” in a local mall and agree to sign a one-year lease agreement that runs from January 1 through December 31.  The lease agreement specifies that the lease cannot be assigned without the mall’s consent.  In late June, you decide that this space is not attracting enough customers, so you decide to assign the balance of your lease to Jennifer Beeswax, who owns a candle shop.  The mall objects to the assignment and denies Beeswax access to the space.  You are certain that Beeswax is financially sound and should be allowed the full rights and privileges of an assignee.

Sitting in that room for so long gave me plenty of time to be shocked, confused and scared about what had just happened. I nearly escaped death. Had that truck hit us any differently I could have hit my head and died. In addition, had I not been wearing my seatbelt I could have been thrown out of the car. Today I have trouble remembering exactly everything that happened, most likely because I lost

As the bus pulled up, stopping hard on the concrete, I heard her call out from behind me, “I’m coming, I’m coming!” I turned to see her running as fast as she could, her dark brown pony tails bouncing under colorful barrettes. She had papers and pencils in one hand, her lunch and backpack in the other. She handed me her lunch and, as soon as I grabbed it, her pencils fall, scattering and rolling into the street. “Hurry up and get on the bus!” the driver yells gruffly. I quickly followed his instructions, chastised by his tone. As I walked on board, the odor of bile assaulted my nostrils. Trying not to breathe in the toxins in the air, I told the driver that my cousin dropped her pencils and some of them went under the bus. He rudely grunts at me, then jerks his head back, signaling me to find my assigned seat at the back of the bus. As I complied, tears begin to build up in the corners of my eyes, my feelings stinging over the bus driver’s treatment of me. When I got to my seat I crouched down, wiping at my eyes before anyone could tease me about being a baby. As the bus took off I felt an

I panicked and swerved left because if I hadn’t I was going straight off of the road and it was over for me. When I made the turned I was on the left side of the road and tried to get back on my side before I went off the side of the mountain, but I overcorrected and my tired had blew out. I was going off the road and there was nothing I could do at that point. The car was heading straight for a dirt bank and right before they met time seemed to have been put in slow motion. It was like a movie. I remember seeing the bank coming closer and closer and I closed my eyes. Faces of everyone that was important to me popped up. They came up like the faces of those who die in The Hunger Games do. Then every memory I have played like a VHS tape being fast forwarded. At that point I knew it was over for me and I would never see those people again. As soon as the car hit life had pressed play and it was all a blur. I heard glass shattering, metal crunching, and I was absolutely terrified. I opened my eyes when I felt the car stop moving and was hanging upside down. I’ve never been more glad to have my seatbelt on. I was in disbelief, and questioning whether I was really ok or was I so in shock that I didn’t feel anything. My phone was hanging there in my face by the aux cord in my car, so I grabbed it and tried to unbuckle myself. I was shaking and couldn’t get it at first but I calmed down and got it and fell on the room of the

The thoughts in my head were racing with curiosity and anxiety as I sat looking outside of the bus window seeing that this was no longer my suburban neighborhood. Over the Rhine, Downtown Cincinnati is known for its broken and barred windows, homelessness, soup kitchens, and cops that never seem to have enough authority. My 8th grade class was on our way to Over the Rhine to participate in our annual Servathon. Servathon was always a fun day as we get to meet people, serve them, and just make friendly conversation if they do not have a friend at the shelter. Today was a different day for me though, I was nervous. I grew up in a private school with around 30 students in my grade being confined by the bars of a pure and painless life. We were

Excited to go home, I jumped into my 1996 Kia Sephia. I got to the 74 East Highway, which was a two lane freeway. Everything was going well as usual. Cars were passing me by at 60 miles per hour. Then, I felt something strange that was coming from the steering wheel. At the time, I just thought it was normal for a beat up car to swerve. It felt like an alignment job was needed really soon. Brakes were also poor. I had to stomp on the brakes all the way down in order for the car to stop normally. So me being me, I ignored the issue and continued on my 45 minute drive home, which was in Loma Linda. Traffic was slowing down, that’s when my body started to feel weak, and my eyelids was so heavy, I was trying my best to keep them opened, from how tired I was. I was struggling to keep them up. Minutes went by, and I decided to speed up an extra 10 miles per

Heading out, i see a clear dull blue sky as the sun isn't fully out yet. I had to walk down the 7 blocks. Its was just a straight line to the corner of peoria. The horror that walk is. I can only see the gap of the road and the cars passing. I couldn't look away because it was my destination. the fear of seeing my bus pass. It’s only one chance, if i miss this bus, i will be late because the next bus comes every 30mins. Being late was a one way ticket to the wrath of my mother. Walking down and feeling the cold breeze through me. Making it to the stop sign was hope of making it to school on

As I step onto the bus I take note of the tired, worn face of the bus driver, the face of dark circles and dedication. I do not know her name, but every morning at 8:30 she is in charge of taking me to my destination. Tapping my bus card against the scanner and move to take a seat amongst the sea of faces, only a few faces belong to individuals that I have never seen before. I choose to sit next to a woman who always manages to apply her makeup in the twenty minutes that it takes to get to downtown Houston from Humble. Quietly I ponder how she manages to keep her hand steady because my hands are far to shaky from years of anxiety. Although we never speak, I feel connected to this woman who rides the bus every morning at 8:30

so I just sat on one of the suitcases and waited for my parents to