Descriptive Essay : My Favorite Places To The Omaha Airport

Airports are fascinating places. People watching is fun—what better place than at an airport? They are places charged with emotion. They are the perfect place for witnessing tearful goodbyes and heartwarming reunions. If you are ever feeling down or gloomy, just go to the international arrivals section of your nearest airport. They are some of the happiest places on earth—you see tears not of sadness or loss, but of delight and joy.

In the months, weeks, and eventually days leading up to my flight to Germany the panic was gnawing away at me. Despite the fact that this wasn’t the first time I was venturing out without my parents or even my first time on a plane, it was my first time for a myriad of other experiences in my life. My first international adventure, my first time living with a family that wasn’t my own, and my first time being surrounded by people speaking a different language; all of which began with a simple decision to cross the threshold between the jet bridge and the plane.

According to the Bureau of Transportation Statistics a total of 631,939,829 passengers boarded domestic flights in the United States in the year 2010. This averages to 1.73 million passengers flying per day (Cessoni.) All of these people must go through security checkpoints provided by the Transportation Security Administration (TSA.) TSA’s history, cost, and specific purpose are ideas I will discuss further.

Airports are the heart of travel for many to conveniently travel from one location to another, whether the distance was 50 miles or internationally. With the advancements in technology, it has provided the ability for individuals to have access to parts of the world that once only been available to a select few. With such technological advances, our society will not be able to rewind back to

It was still about five hours until our flight and Alfred looked starved after going without food for an hour. We found a parking spot to abandon his car in until we came back from the trip. The bus to the terminal took a while, but it did not justify waking up so early for the 11 o’ clock flight. It wasn’t until we got inside that I found out just how much the airport has changed. We checked in our luggage and printed out our tickets at this machine that scanned our passports. We went up an escalator to find our gate, but before we could get to it there was this huge line we had to go through.

You are in an airport waiting for your plane to arrive. You've never flown before, and are more terrified than you can ever remember being. Everyone has told you the supposedly comforting statistics - "millions of planes take off each day and there's only a handful of crashes," "flying is safer than driving." You know rationally that there is no reason to be so scared, but regardless your heart is racing, your palms are sweating, and you're light-headed. Simply the thought of being up in the air, out of control, makes you feel faint. Finally the flight attendant announces that your plane has arrived. But as all the other passengers line up to get onboard, you grab your luggage and walk straight out of the airport,

As I got stuck with the window aisle seat, my attention was diverted outside the plane; clouds as white as snow, and the surrounding atmosphere was completely empty, but the noise level on the plane was highly aggravating to my ears, so I forced in a pair of headphones into my ears. Yet, I could still hear the chatter of other passengers, the wailing from children and the constant repetition of the stewardesses asking passengers “Any beverages?”

Following September 11, 2001, air travelers experienced many changes in airport security procedures. For example, airlines instructed passengers to arrive at airports as much as two hours before takeoff for domestic flights. After passing through security checkpoints, passengers were randomly selected for additional

As soon as the door opened, the heat hit me. It was like putting a hot iron in front of my face. But it felt even worse as there was a slight wind which pushed the heat towards me. My body was surrounded in a blanket of heat and I even started to sweat slightly. My uncle told me to wait by the lift as he went to collect the car so I wouldn’t have to walk as far and drag my suitcase along. While I waited, I took time to look around at the surroundings. I could see mountains which stretched towards the clouds and the airport behind me. There were a vast number of people walking around from their flight looking drowsy and with no energy. The frequent red double-decker bus also came and a few planes flew above my head. I didn’t even have to look, but I could hear the planes departing and arriving. The planes all looked the same in the sky, big and white with some sort of logo. During the wait, I took a few steps to take away the cramp. Although I had trainers on, I could feel and see that the floor was new. The concrete looked

Lost my way in the Seattle airport was the first reason that made me felt uneasy. I had to get my luggage in order to take my flight to Salt Lake City. I was confused that time because I could not find the place for the luggage check-in to Salt Lake City; moving my head left to right to see if there was someone I could ask for help or there were anybody like me that did not know where to go, but people just passed by me quickly, and left myself standing there restlessly. After finally finished with the luggage, the next obstacle occurred: where is the boarding gate? I realized the limited time for boarding the next flight. So the departure terminal was now an athletic track for me because I started to run to. Luckily, I could take a deep breath to relax after running through the ‘athletic track’ and found the boarding gate.

In this first article many transportation securities have different rules, but in an airport I found out “ You can request that an employee be available to accompany you through the entire process or you can get directions from the officer”. Getting help or someone to explain the process is noting bad it is better then not knowing and trying to figure out the process, The securities always need to check bags to make sure that you have is ok to have up in the plane. They make sure everyone puts there electronics in a different box and the rest in another , this process makes everything go faster and for everyone as well. After he “terrorist attacks - 9/11” happen the securities try to make the airport safe for everyone to fly and feel comfortable.

The Transportation Safety Administration better known as the TSA is a government body that requires socials reforms. The TSA is a government agency created in response to the 911 attacks they screen passengers and luggage for air travel while also maintaining the security of “highways, railroads, buses, mass transit systems, pipelines and ports”(1). They protect all main forms of transportation from terrorist threats and enforcing other laws- but the TSA’s main concern is with air travel. They employee around 47,000 employees that focus on the screening of airline passengers, luggage, and assorted goods(2). Utilizing screening systems and canine units they check for explosives and contraband that harms Americans or break their laws. With these expectations and a massive $7.6 billion budget (3), the TSA lags behind

I felt the eye of judgment piercing through me as I entered the plane. I could hear people whispering and giggling. While scanning the rows to find my assigned seat, I could see the looks of concern from those who thought I might sit by them. The clicking sounds of seat belt buckles almost sent me into a panic. I was dreading asking the flight attendant for a lap belt extension, or worse, having it offered without asking. Words were not necessary to feel the intensity of mass criticism. To make matters worse, it was a hot day, and my clothes were sticking to my body, outlining my multiple layers of over-indulgence. I was overheating and could taste salty beads of sweat trickling down my face.

I woke up from my nap when I felt a light tap on my shoulder by my brother, Alex. He told me that it was time for the plane to begin its descent so I gathered my belongings and adjusted my seat until it was upright. As the airplane began to descend, I was filled with excitement and enthusiasm. I could feel so much energy rush through my veins as my ears popped and I finally heard the flight attendant say, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Singapore Changi Airport!”

Since the government has sent us the notice that they are going to take my grandma’s studio back and rent it to someone else, I am here to collect and pack up the stuffs. It has been a year since the last time I came to my grandmother’s studio. It is a tiny, tiny studio, probably no larger than 250 sq fts. I inserted my key to the old, rusty lock, it made a noise like it has been a century since the last time it was opened. When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was a big, old, black and white photo of my late grandfather hanging on the wall. Right next to the photo, there is a wooden bunk beds which covered up a quarter of the studio, which is always ready for me to stay. A white desk stands against the wall between the bed and TV cabinet, which served as both her dining table and my homework corner. Even though it has been a year since the last person stepped into this place, everything are still well organised and clean -- nothing are dusty. My grandmother spent the last few years of her life in this tiny studio, with a lot of joyful memory for our family. It is always my favourite place.