Fernando, A Mexican-American Male Who Was Born In Los Angeles,

It was about more than half way into our flight and I was abruptly woken up by what seemed to be a lot of turbulence. Turbulence is a feeling that gets me extremely sick. Turbulence reminds me of roller coasters when you reach a high dive drop and my heart

Vicente Fernandez is a well know Mexican actor, producer and singer, Vicente is known as the king of ranchera music all over the world. Vicente started singing on the streets when he was a young boy for tips, Vicente came from a very poor family, he was forced to drop out of fifth grade to support his family. He got little jobs around his home town. He says he would stop cars and offer to sing to them for a few pesos in Guadalajara, but has now won seven Latin Grammys and one Grammy. Vicente was born in huentitan el alto Jalisco, Mexico February 17 1940. He grew up in his father’s ranch in Guadalajara, at age eight Vicente got his inspiration from Pedro Infante when his mom took him to see one of his favorite movies. Pedro infant was a

to think and could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone

Fear holds back a person’s ability to commit to an event, a relationship, and contains one back from his or her dream. As a child, I dreaded boarding an airplane due to the altitude and the pressure closing one’s ears, a terrifying experience. In addition to my fear of airplanes, flights would absolutely bore me. Hence, my impatient reaction of shaking my leg in a fast paced, up-down motion, a nervous tick. Over the years, every time my parents announced a trip that required an airplane flight, the idea would horrify me. Nevertheless, the distinct moments I boarded airplanes, there were always hints of curiosity about the bird-shaped flying machine. How does this strange machinery work? How could an airplane be this frightening? That fear was the foundation of my commitment to aerospace engineering.

Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna was born in Jalapa, Veracruz Mexico, on February 21, 1794. He belongs to a “criollo” middle class family. His parents were from Spain. He was a Mexican politician and military leader who was President of Mexico eleven times from 1833 to 1855. He was president officially six times, and unofficially five more. He was also a disastrous president of Mexico because he lost Texas and much more of the current American west in the United States. However, by far he was an important figure of his generation in the Mexican history. Many people love him during his first years of president, and he was remembered for two major conflicts, the Battle of the Alamo in 1836 during the Texas Revolution, and as a restored Mexican leader during the Mexican-American War in 1847 (tshaonline.org).

I boarded the plane and got corner seat in middle row. After 25 min plane started moving, as plane was moving my heartbeat also started increasing. As plane took off and climbed up to 33000 feet in short period. Everyone in plane were sleeping, but I was kept thinking about my future life. I am moving to new country which is very different than my home country India. Moving

Born Francisco Gonzalez Pizarro to Gonzalo Pizarro and Francisca Gonzalez, Pizarro was an illegitimate son in a society that canonised breeding. He was abandoned by his father, a poor infantry colonel, and grew up in the poverty-stricken Trujillo, Spain. The exact date of his birth is unknown, but he is thought to to have been born some time between 1470 and 1471. Pizarro was given little or no education, and he remained illiterate throughout his life. His mother, Francisca Gonzalez, married later in life, and gave birth to Pizarro’s half-brother, Francisco Martín de Alcántara. Alcantara would later accompany Pizarro on his conquest of Peru.

“Yes, father, there was a horrid storm. We lost our captain and his first mate. I saw the captain get blown off the ship. I started to get night scares for the following week. If I close my eyes I can vividly see the tragic scene.“ I answered looking at the cracks in the floorboards of the

The person I interviewed name is Javier Gonzales. He is his Hispanic and is from Spain. He has been living here in America for 30+ years. He states “he feels more like an American than his own culture”. He is now 49 years old. He goes back to visit his family yearly because he still have brothers and sisters that lives in Spain.

Looking down and seeing a view that only some people will ever bear witness to evokes emotions that are near impossible to describe. On a clear day, when the sky is warm and welcoming, flight is at its greatest. I especially love how, in a small airplane, you feel everything; every bit of turbulence, the wind, and the sensation of floating. During my hour of flight, there were moments when I forgot I was sitting in a plane and felt free and weightless. Ever since I was a child, I've dreamed of flying; and only recently have I learned how possible that is.

American Crime’s third season premiere begins simply. A black screen and white text display the words of a distressed observer relaying the unseen to the 911 operator over the choppy phone line, “...hay un cuerpo flotando en el río… Es un muerto.” The sounds of rippling water accompanies a fade in from black to the sight of the grey, lifeless hand of “[el] cuerpo” contrasting with the swift movements of the water submerging him. A cut to a zoomed out view reveals a young man’s body: he floats alone along the riverbank of a dark and grim landscape. The dark ambiance is continued as various still shots of plant life compel reflection on the circumstance of the John Doe. Who is el muerto? A new setting is established as the scene fades into

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

I, someone with absolutely no experience flying a plane, was in the pilot’s seat and Wayne, a daring and trusting flight instructor, was co-pilot. Wayne sat back in his chair, one arm resting on the door of the Cessna 172 airplane – one with no air conditioning or heating and only two seats – and the other hand balancing his mug of freshly brewed coffee. “‘Take your hands off the controls and let the plane fly by itself’” he said. I stared at him; cruise control did not exist on this aircraft for sure. “’The plane wants to fly. All you need to do is guide it’”. So I took my hands off the yoke, my feet off the rudders, and let the plane fly by itself 1500 feet above the hills of Southwest Ohio.

The night before we began our journey to Orlando, I didn’t get much sleep. My eyes were wide open like an owl most of the night, tossing and turning under my cloudy soft comforter thinking about what awaited me the next 24 hours. I have always been interested about what it would be like to go on a roller coaster, but I hated the feeling of weightlessness like a balloon. I even hated going on elevators, just the thought of all that force sent a shivering sensation throughout my body that made me agonizingly uncomfortable. Nevertheless, there was a roaring lion fearlessness within me that wanted to indulge on this endeavor. In the morning we pack the family SUV as if we were sardines in a can and headed out to Islands of Adventure.

On July 31st, 2017, my trip commenced with a four hour flight from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia at seven o’clock in the morning. Despite having woken up just a few hours after midnight and running very low on sleep, I felt ecstatic that I finally had an opportunity to visit such a multicultural country. As the airplane began to ascend, I leaned back into the stiff seat and gripped on the armrest because although I have flown a couple of times in the past, I always seemed to get nauseous and apprehensive whenever the plane took off. However, my nausea soon subsided when the airplane levelled out and the