Essay About The Place I Would Most Like To Visit

The 5 things that I have experienced in this class and outside of it include the two days of speakers that we had. We met the medicine woman named Kathy on one day and on another day, we met both the Trickster Gallery museum curator named Joe and Aaron’s grandfather. Another experience that many people from our class had the chance to experience was the dinner party where the medicine woman that we met and her teacher, Jerry White also known as Standing Bear. It was said that if we could not reach out to Trickster gallery or other Native American service learning opportunities, we could just use hours in which we deal with social justice. It just so happened that as a transfer student I had to take Eng 106, as the class did not have an equivalent at my old school; this English class had a required social justice service opportunity having to do with the people of Canticle Place. Canticle Place is a Wheaton AIDS home, ran by Franciscan nuns. We had two people come to our class from the home one who had HIV and one who had AIDS. At another point in time we went to the home to help around by cooking food for them and interviewing them about the trials tribulations of having AIDS. AIDS has disproportionate effect on the Native American population, which is the connection that I chose as the reason that used for this being the hours I used to add up my hours up to the 15 hours.

Unfortunately I see this conversation ending with Celeste and Jim both very upset and no solutions to the conflict being discussed. It seems that at the end of this scenario the conflict was beginning to spiral out of control, and communication was shutting down. It will end with Celeste and Jim blowing up at each other and not being willing to understand the others perspective about the situation. They will not talk for a while after this happens and Jim will hire Nikki as he intended to from the beginning. As a negative end to this conflict I see Jim and Celeste looking back over the conflict still trying to defend their position (retrospective goals).

Three days earlier on a wintery morning. I walked out of my warm apartment, as the cold breeze instantly smacked me in the face, even with my woolly, Christmas themed sweater and thick, quilted coat I was still cold. The sky was washed with grey clouds, as the ground was covered in crisp, white snow. The wind whooshed and whistled past my ears giving me the shivers; I quickly ran through the deep,

The woods are silent once more, other than the occasional gust of wind. It had to be at least zero degrees Celsius, yet it physically felt like I was on a beach, the rays of the sun warming up my whole body. It was such a nice feeling. One that I never wanted to go away. The 1000 mile stare adds on of course. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe. Away from the constant gunshots flying over my head. My adrenal glands are finally relaxed. But what was that aura? What were those things? Why was I shown this? These same 3 questions stormed my head and would never leave for as long as I live. I began to get self conscious. I probably looked like an idiot standing there, staring malevolently into nothing, my rifle hanging to my side and my mouth wide open. I shook out of it and continued on straight back St.Petersburg. I had no idea why I was walking there, but I couldn't stop myself. My legs were just working autonomously. The walk was much the same throughout the whole sections of the woods. Nice clean white blankets of snow covering the icy ground beneath me. I began to think about my family. My wife Kasia, where was she now? Hopefully she knows what I’m doing, walking at a baren pace to something. My son Johnnas, should now have turned five. How is he doing without a father right now? On my path, It is impossible not to fall into the 1000 mile stare. Accompanied by the sound of boots escaping snow. How long until I get

The fountain is frozen and icicles hang from the rooftop. The grass is bright white, covered in ice crystals. The sidewalks are frozen and the cars look like monstrous marshmallows. The entire family gathers for breakfast in the Mess Hall, which is an enormous room with a table shaped like a horseshoe and over two dozen chairs. Mounted deer hang on the wall, too numerous to count. A chandelier made of antlers hangs down in the center of the room. People gather around the burning fireplace for warmth. I hear pots and pans clanking together; I can smell the bacon and biscuits cooking to perfection. The smell of the brewing coffee engulfs the room. After breakfast, the kids go to our cabins and find the warmest clothes we can. We walk out the Mess Hall and everything we see is frozen. These polar temperatures are just like the ones when our family went skiing. We drove eighteen hours up to Wintergreen, Virginia for a ski trip with our cousins from North Carolina. Since it was our first time skiing, it took some practice and falling on our faces before we got the hang of it. Every night after the slopes closed, my cousins, my two sisters, and I brought sleds onto the slope and slid down part of the mountain. I can feel the arctic temperatures blowing on my face. My ears and nose turn shades of red and blue. My vision is blinded by snowflakes falling in my face. I cannot see where I am going until I hit a fence face first. I suddenly feel

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

My dad and I had always lived in New York City. After 15 years of experience and the guidance of my older brother, you could say that I knew my way around town. The coffee shops with the best lattes, the highest swinging swing sets in every park, and most importantly, the buildings with the best views. You would think that after living here for so long I would get sick of seeing the view of the city every day, but it just never gets old. The best spot is at the top of my apartment building, on the far northeast corner, looking over the horizon and onto the Hudson. There was no other way of completing my day, no matter the rain, snow, or blazing heat I sat on that rooftop every night as the sun disappeared, along with the overworked New Yorkers for the night. The most interesting part is, every single night, the color of the sky is always slightly different. No sunset was ever the exact same. Anyways, as I was walking back down the stairs to my condo, 7B, I got the jitters in my stomach, I was beyond excited for tomorrow, the first day of Winter Break. My older brother, Todd, was taking me and my best friend Hannah up to Vermont to go skiing. I opened our apartment door, took a quick shower, and fell asleep with Cooper on my lap while watching Full House.

Sometimes familiarity breeds contempt, and therefore stepping outside your comfort zone and doing different things is a great way to really enjoy a vacation. Travelers with an adventurous spirit will sometimes close their eyes, spin a globe, and place their forefinger on a location and go there. Although this is a

I have a ticket in my hand. I can go anywhere in the world, see anything or meet anyone. The world has an abundance of cities and beautiful views. For what? A temporary ease to reality? Magical places filled with superficial smiles materialistically caused to cover up the evil within the country. So where would I go?

Los Angeles is one of the most exciting cities in the United States. According to the Los Angeles post record tourist numbers in 2012, the city attracts 41.4 million visitors per year. Even though the traffic is terrible, Los Angeles is still one of my favorite places because of the many restaurants to dine in, and the many wonderful attractions.

Words like cozy, calm, and memories can be used to describe my special place. A special place depends on the individual you are referring to. To me a special place allows the person to be happy and sad at the same place. This is where all realms of memories are made, allowing the individual to be able to reflect on them when entering that special atmosphere. In the warm summers I sit in our lawn with my dog as the cool wind blows, a feeling falls over me thinking about why I love my home and property so much and that I'm so very thankful to have it. I zone out for hours thinking about all the time that I have spent there with my family and friends. While I never regret any of the memories I have made, I cherish all of them and hold them close to my heart.

After you choose your destination the next thing you must do is reserve your airfare and hotel. This may be tough because there are many websites and travel agents that you can go through. I have found that it is cheaper and easier to go through Expedia.com. You can book your hotel and flight all together and pay one low price. I have also found that flying with Southwest Airlines is very cheap and they have many one way stops all across the country and for a cheap hotel that is very nice I recommend the Extended Stay America.

Almost everyone has their own idea of a dream vacation. It's the perfect place to get away from the reality of every day life and the stress that goes along with it, and the choices and ideas of the “perfect vacation” are as varied as the people who dream about them. Some fantasize about lazing on a warm, sunny beach with soft ocean breezes and a cold exotic drink at their side. Some dream of forests and wildlife, cool running streams, and fresh mountain air that is thick with the scent of pine. There are those whose ideas of the perfect dream vacation involves the thrill of stock car racing mixed with the roar of the crowd, the smell of fuel and hot asphalt that's

My sister, dad, and I get on a plane and head to a town in Colorado called Steamboat. On the plane ride from St. Louis to Colorado, I look out the window to see a mass of mountains become closer and closer. The plane ride was short and easy. We head out of the airport and to a rental car dealership. As we walk out, we pass sparkling Christmas trees, and menorahs placed all around the crowded airport. We wait for a bus to pick us up and take us to the rental dealership. Around the corner I see an enormous green bus make a wide turn to meet my family and others. We get on and the young bus driver gets up from his seat to take my suitcase and put on a shelf with many others. We sit down and the bus begins to move away from the airport, a small baby wrapped in a blue and yellow quilt could not stop wailing. Before I knew it, I 'm stepping off the bus and into a plowed off section of a parking lot. A man greets my dad with a handshake and asks, “This is the McCarthy family right?” We all nod in response. “Right this way”, the man says as we follow him down the long rows of shiny rental cars that glisten from the snow. He shows us a gray pick-up truck that will be easy to get up the mountains in. He talks to my dad about the policies as I hop in the car. I get myself situated before the three hour car

A chilled breeze caused my hair to stand up on end, so I peek over my shoulder to see the window in my bedroom door open. The blue, polka-dotted whipped around violently but I couldn 't hear the sounds of a strong wind. Huh, could have sworn I 'd closed that. . . I spring to my feet and shiver as I step across the cold floor toward my room. On my tip-toes, I pull the screen down to shut it and take a minute to stare out the window. The moon cast a dim light over the small town, illuminating only the fronts of houses and the tip of trees, abandoning all else to darkness. A light fog danced in the distance and I smiled thinking how perfect it looked on Halloween 's night. I looked down from the top floor one last time then tugged the curtains shut.