Descriptive Essay On My Experience

All I knew about Corpus Christi, Texas, before I visited my step-daughter, Michelle, and her family there this summer was that it was a seaside vacation town on the Gulf of Mexico. I expected to find a typical American beach resort, replete with masses of tourists and messy hedonistic vitality. And, that’s what I found – in part.

I run into the water and tumble into the waves. I feel them strongly hitting against me,I see my sister riding against the rough waves. I taste the salty sea water I got itchy sand all over I stood up just to be knocked back over.

In part one of this assignment; I discussed my experiences as a Licensed Practical Nurse. I recalled into some of the biggest hurdles I tackled and now I envision the challenges, I may face during the transition. In this paper, I will be further discussing the transition from Licensed practical nurse to Registered nurse. The focus is on the responsibilities of a RN and stages of change in becoming a student once again. As I discussed in my video, there are challenges that I will face in the upcoming year that may make the journey difficult. I mentioned my current nursing experiences but as a RN, those experiences will vary because of the difference in training and accountability. I will outline the differences by elaborating on the scopes

The waves end at my ankles and the water and sand rushing through my toes feel great. I shiver and shiver until I finally get used to the water. I make my way farther out to where I'm leveled off to my waist. Quick breathe, then dunk under. I quickly pull my soaked head of the salty sea and comb my hair back with my wrinkled fingers. My sun kissed face makes my freckles pop when you could never see them. To be safe, I slowly get out of the salty wetland and make my way under the colorful umbrella my mom set up when I was away from them, enjoying the water.

As i stepped out onto the sand I could feel the warm sand between my toes and i could hear the blue waves crashing onto the shore. The are was filled with the saltiness of the water and you could feel the cold refreshing breeze blowing into your face. The sky was a bright neon-blue with fluffy white clouds. You could see dark green clumps of seaweed being brought up to the shore by the waves. Then my dad yelled,”Hurry up we have to find a good spot.”

My father was a lifeguard, but not in my lifetime, so maybe loving the ocean was in our blood. As children we grew up in Brooklyn and we would go to Riis Park for our day at the beach. One very distinct memory is of my father as he stood waist deep in the ocean with my brother and sister; the waves periodically lifted and dropped them in the water at his side. Waist deep for my father meant it was well over my head so I remained a safe distance (or so I thought) behind them. Suddenly, a wave appeared and before I could turn and rush to the shoreline the ocean attacked. I found myself in a world of foam, pockets of air allowed me to breathe as I was tossed about like a wet sock in a dryer. Head over heals I tumbled, my skin scrapped by the crushed sea shells that covered the sand. After what felt like an eternity I found myself on the wet sand as the wave retreated out to sea; I’m pretty sure it laughed and gave me the finger as it left.

I laid my beach towel and bag on the carpets of sand. Then, without hesitation, I ran as fast as my feet lightly carried me towards the water until I reached the depth where my arms are not exposed to the fire rays. The chilliness of water soon ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~. I widely raised both my arms and prepared myself to be taken over by the waves. The crushing waves took away my breath, . I felt refreshment of mind and the body as like the wave washed away ~~~~~~~~~~~~~.

It was another blazing day down at Hampton Beach with many of my friends and family, where I sat gazing blankly at the restless water as kids shrieked and adults dozed. The day was moving quite quickly and it was already the middle of another hectic afternoon full of tourists. I had noticed a bit earlier that many of my friends had ventured into the ocean water to cool off, but it was like my body had began to become one with the sand. After scurrying around the beach for most of the morning, I was excited for a nap and an opportunity to just escape from things for a little bit. Almost two hours later, I awoke on the beach all alone. I didn’t have any clue what was going on. As far as I remembered, no had told me they were strolling back to the beach house for the day. Even though I was a bit dazed and

The waves, the beautiful, calming waves. Their resonance, their slow rolling and crashing, their white caps cresting over and plunging back into the water fully display the beauty and majesty of creation from the shoreline. And their connection to countless parts of science is amazing. However, as I have found in the past few years, the beauty of the waves isn’t necessarily in looking at them, but in being beneath them. Being beneath them, you feel a slow rocking, the pressure of the waves above you, slowly pulling you closer to shore, then pushing you back out as you hear them crest over and plunge back into the ocean. Here, underneath the waves in the ocean, is a breathless reality, something amazing, where you can explore another life around you to find or discover something. Although much of the ocean floor is covered in sand, shells and living creatures are eminent throughout it, you only have to find them. It was not my first time to Florida. In fact, I had been a year before with my best friend when I had first swam in the oceans, yet this was my first time exploring them. When my family had announced we were going to Florida that Christmas break, it was not the news I had hoped to hear. All year long I was excited for Christmas break at home, the blustering snow and being able to snuggle up inside while staring out into the white blanket. Even more so, I had been thrilled to spend the two weeks hanging out with the love of my life, yet, as December 21st rolled around, I discovered myself boarding my families behemoth of a van to travel a thousand miles south. Although the prospect of the trip did not thrill me, it was intriguing to see where we were going and what we were doing. Last time I had travelled to Florida, it was over spring break in the panhandle of Florida; however, this time, we were travelling all the way to the keys, the southern-most point of the United States without travelling to Hawaii. I can say I am thankful we did not stay in Key West, though my family did have our fair share of stumbling across nude beaches while touring Key West. My parents had picked a small key called Fiesta Key. It was simply a campground and sadly played country music all day at the only spot that had wifi.

I remember when it all happened, there was I, a little girl of 6 years old who would always stick with her beautiful and young mother, Keni, but, she would rather you call her Daisy. We were at home, my old, but sweet home of a wonderful beige color with a lot of decoration made by Mami. I would always love to be at home, because it would always smell like her. The long and comfortable sofas were bought by Papi, they owned a special brown color, my Mami 's favorite. That 's where we were in that moment. My Mami was wearing the dress that I gave her as a present with my Papi 's help, it was pink and it had a lot of flowers on it. She looked amazing. In contrary of me, I was wearing my favorite dress too, but, this one was really old that

Growing up, I was the third grandchild, the second to live in the Hampton area, and the only girl. My oldest cousin, Drew, was the center of my grandma's attention until I was born, of course. I was the pesky and irritating little cousin, always following him around and wanting to do exactly what he was doing. From balling during his favorite tv shows to trampling over the toy farms he built, you could count on me to accomplish it. I definitely knew at a young age that he didn't particularly like me.

Describe an event you have experienced in life and how it has influenced you as a person.

It is a brisk summer day at Porretto Beach in Galveston, Texas. I, Casila, lay in the sand with my luxurious dark black hair spread out, hidden in the the sand. No matter how much the scalding heat bothers me, I do not dare enter the water. I lost my mother to the water not a year after I was born. I lost my brother fifteen years later to fire coral, which lives in the water. Now, twenty-three years after my mother’s death, I still live in fear.

Describe any volunteer, extracurricular activities, or work experience in which you are or have been involved in the past two years.

I love butterflies; they are beautiful creatures who dance around the sky as their wings flutter gracefully through the air. Butterflies floating in nature are amazing! However, when they are spinning circles in your stomach, they are nauseating. That is how I felt as I prepared for my visit to the Coshocton County Court of Common Pleas.