Descriptive Experience

I am your pilot this morning, and I will be taking you to Newark, New Jersey. The flight will be about three hours. Sit back, relax and have a good flight. I looked to my left to see my parents on their phones, not paying attention to any of their surroundings. There was a long line of people in the aisle waiting to take their seats, each person pushing large suitcases. In the row across for us, Jack was sitting in the row seat listening to music. Since there was four of us Jack had to sit by himself with two other strangers but he didn’t mind. The engines suddenly started to roar as I started to get pushed gently back into my seat. The front of the plane started to rise from the ground and as soon as I noticed we were up in the air. I took a deep breathe as I took my backpack out under the seat. I grabbed my new book “Looking for Alaska” and began to read. One of my friends gave it to me as a going away gift because she knew I loved to read. After a while, my mind slowly started to drift off onto a whole different planet. I was still in shock that I just left all my friends and I was moving to New Jersey. The whole situation was not processing through my head and I thought that we were just going on vacation to New Jersey, and we were not actually about to live there. Even thinking about having to make new friends and joining a new soccer team sent chills down my body. I am always shy around new people and now I have to break out of my

And the air pilot told us that the airplane will be taking off soon I was a little scared because I never been on an airplane before. Right after she said that the airplane was already starting to move the next thing I knew the airplane was in the air. It wasn’t scary at all it was actually pretty fun. Then the air pilots were walking through every ille with a cart and asking every passenger if the wanted anything to drink or if we wanted cookies or peanuts. I chose the cookies they were really good. A few hours past and we arrived at the airport. Once we got off of the airplane our aunt picked us all up but we got separated because we wouldn’t all fit in one

Traveling is one of my family’s favorite things to do. The family has visited numerous places throughout the United States, however, none are as memorable as Atlanta, Georgia. In Atlanta, there are many places to go and sights to see such as: Cola-cola factory, Cabbage Patch Kids Factory, Under Ground Mall, the Zoo, Atlanta Braves Stadium, Six Flags Over Georgia, Stone Mountain Park, and the Atlanta Aquarium, are all in or near the city of Atlanta. The three that we visit on every trip to Atlanta are Six Flags, Stone Mountain, and the Atlanta Aquarium.

Today was the day we were heading back from Hell. It has been an amazing five days with, Kevin, Corrie, Fi, Lee, Robyn and Homer. I was the only one who was allowed to drive the Landie. It was Dad’s orders and I followed them. It was really weird on the last night of our camp there were these low flying planes with no lights on. They were flying so low that we could see the marks on them. The marks weren’t ours. By the time I’d finished writing that down it was time to go. We’d finished packing that Landie and started to head off. I had a gut feeling that something wasn’t right about those planes I just couldn’t put my finger on it. We were home before I knew it. Something was wrong the dogs weren’t barking. When we came

“One ticket to Oxford, England,” I grunted to the clerk. I boarded my plane with only three things: Doc’s knife, a tattered sack of money I earned from the mines, and a hunger to become the welterweight champion of the world. I had been working in the mines for three years now and had made quite a bit of money for myself. I made my way to my seat and waited for takeoff. My chest began to burn as my heart thumped wildly. I had never been on a plane before. The engines began to vibrate as

Then…. CRASH. I felt a jolt of movement so strong I must've blacked out because. When I awoke, I saw trees, flowers, people scattered, parts of the plane in flames. I was looking but then my right eye got blurry and I thought I was going blind. I went to go touch it and all I felt was a warm liquid. I looked back at my fingers and not a spot of my skin was showing through. I took my shirt and wiped it off with the sleeve. Then I saw the flight attendant who put my oxygen mask on. She seemed as if she were helping people.Than she ran to me.” Are you okay?” she asked as she touched my face. I felt a sting go through the right side of my head.” Sorry, You have a huge gash on your

It was a clear sunny day from the look of outside my window. I was relaxing with my seat reclined back, enjoying a nice bowl of french onion soup that was brought to me by the flight attendant. I felt tapping on my left shoulder. My brother Sam looked straight down at me with his smug face and it seemed like he knew something I didn’t.

“Hello Passengahs, welcome aboard American Airline flight 11 this is your pilot John Ognowski. Weah about 30,000 feet above Bahston right now, it should be a pretty quiet trip to Los Angeles, are estimated travel time is around 6 hours and 45 minutes. See ya in a bit.” I got off the intercom and asked how I sounded to my Co-Pilot Thomas McGuiness, also from the Boston Area, who grew up a southie. McGuiness, who startled me with his glasses gleaming, bright as heavens sky said, “Coulda been better.” I could tell he was a bit disgruntled. It was a fairly chilly, yet sunny day in mid-September. The aroma of fall was pungent from the fresh falling leaves. We were flying the 1989 Boeing 767 at 58 percent into the clear blue sky of North America.

When my eyes dared to open, the Trans Caribbean airplane had touched down barreling down the runway until the wheel brakes subdued the speed. Just a few more seconds and the ordeal was finally over. “Thank you sweet Jesus,” I whispered, “for letting me survive my first airplane flight and transatlantic to top it off.” Perspiration exuded from every pore of my body and I felt exhausted. My husband sitting next to me holding my sweaty hand while my other arm was clutching my 14-month-old child cradled in the safety of my lap. Suddenly, a loud shrill noise - my fear intensified another notch, but the stewardess quickly assured us that everything was fine; she had accidentally dropped the mike to the intercom. At last, the plane taxied slowly toward the terminal. A stewardess announced our landing at McGuire Air Force Base and gave instructions how to proceed after disembarking the aircraft.

I followed them as we went through the door then through the narrow hall. We went through another opening I'm guessing it was the plane. I was greeted by men and women who seemed to be pretty happy and were smiling. I wonder why they are on the plane. I saw two open doorways to rooms that held a large amount of chairs. There were also some stairs. I was gently nudge towards some stairs after words where exchanged between the people on the plane which I just notice where wearing matching uniforms and Eddie. I started to walk up the stairs.

I was sitting in the international terminal and was staring at a plane and thinking it was bigger than ever thought because I only saw a plane in the sky like a bird, then I heard flight number," AI 942 from Delhi to Chicago is ready to board". I handed my ticket to the women and got in to the plane. The hostess welcomed me and helped me to find out my seat, and sat on the aisle side and looking outside and everything around me, first thing I noticed was a curtain separating business class from the economic class and then I noticed a white air vent and a light above my head and I can adjust with my hand. There was a head phone to listen to music and a small screen in front of every chair to watch movies. A young women around her 30's came and

It took weeks of convincing and reassuring that everything was going to be just fine before I budged. I did not agree because I suddenly was not scared, I felt guilty that we would not go on my accord. So here I was, hours away from hopping on the thing I promised myself I would never get on.I closed my eyes and to my surprise fell asleep. I was asleep for what felt like all of five minutes.I was woke up by a distant car horn, I looked ahead and saw the blurry light turned from red to green, we hung a left. I read the big blue print on the concrete sign,” Roanoke Airport,” We were finally here. I heard a low roar that seemed distant, but it grew louder with the passing seconds.Then a huge plane soared over top of us! The fear gather back inside

Earlier that morning at Freemen field airport, Junction City Kansas. Standing in front of a shiny red Piper Tri-Pacer aircraft I was astonished by its enthralling beauty. Another girl (Laura) and I would be flying together with the pilot Mr. Stacey (as the pilot introduced himself). I was thrilled at being offered the co-pilot seat! After getting buckled in, Mr. Stacey explained that we would need to use the provided headsets to block out some of the engine’s noise. We also used the microphones to be able to communicate with each other. Testing the equipment, it was strange to hear Laura and Mr. Stacey’s voices in my headphones. Soon everyone was ready for take off.

Filled with excitement and joy I began to fill my suitcase, overloading with clothing that I most likely will not wear. A I finish my exaggerated packing I heard a thumping sound of knocks at the front door. I hurriedly squish everything and make my way to the door only to be greeted by Ely’s joyful expression. Once we manage to pack our things in the trunk we head off to the airport. Once at the airport were greeted with our growling tummies ready to devour. We have fifteen minutes before our flight leaves, we quickly rush and get in line to the subway station. When ordering I could see all the available sets of nutritional vegetables. The scent of sweet coffee filled my nostrils from the Starbucks station next to the subway. Once are meals our set we quickly stuff our hungry faces and hear a loud announcement that our flight was to depart in 10 minutes. When seated I tried to manage my tangles hair and off we were to our vacation in Honduras. Once, we reached the end of our flight we were met with the difficulty of finding our bags, once we did we excitedly made our way to the exit. As soon as we stepped outside the scent of good cooked meted melted in our minds. Immediately our attention zoomed into the busy streets overcrowding with people.

In the compartment in which I was sitting at, it had a window that showed the land below us as well as a blue comfortable seat that smelled like a fresh new shirt. In this trip I brought my iPad to keep me busy. As I played with my iPad, a few hours passed and I unknowingly thought it had only been 30 mins. So when people started to leave the airplane I was still on my iPad. I eventually found out what was happening and packed my stuff up and followed my family who were walking down the small lane in the airplane to the exit. As we approached the exit of the airport we caught a taxi and drove down to the resort we were going to stay at which is called, “Atlantis.” However during the wait in the taxi, it was terrible. Drinks were stuffed in the compartments, the car smelled like it was 100 years old and it was so small and compact that my mother and brother who were sitting in the back with me were so squished together, I felt like I was suffocating. However the scenery was beautiful, locals traveling down the road, palm trees the size of billboards and the blue clear sky, the taxi driver however was ok, he told some “funny” jokes and even made the trip pretty cheap due to the poor condition of his car, but throughout the whole time my dad got the best part since he sat in the front seat and had a lot of leg room. By the time we got to the resort it was already dark even though we left so early, and the line to check in