Essay on Memorable Day

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Memorable Day Drip, drop, drip, drop; it’s the sound of light rain on the window of my small, cramped hotel room in New York City. I pray that the sound will just drift away to nothingness and bring back the heavy sounds of the city. I wait patiently in the early morning darkness, which the rain has brought to my window waiting for some kind of sign of a hot New York day. Of all the days to rain, why did it have to be this day? The one full day I have to spend in New York and get to know the city. The plans of walking, sightseeing, and browsing the many stores have come to an end due to the loud sounds of big fat rain drops hitting the pavement. The rain, which only moments before was small with a promise of stopping soon, was now…show more content…
I could hardly control my anticipation while we were standing in line to pay. After purchasing our tickets I was given a small pin as proof that yes, I was apart of the history that is protected by four strong cemented walls. Just being in the museum is like being in a candy store with every tempting piece of history begging to be looked at and touched if permitted. I was eager to begin my quest as an explorer of new territory just waiting to put my claim on the exhibit that caught my attention the most. The first exhibit that started the day was the Ancient Egyptians. My husband and I entered a structure of an old Ancient Egyptian Pyramid. I can only imagine what it really would be like to actually have been apart Egyptian history. The wall of the pyramid had many different hieroglyphs in a language I wish I could read and understand. There are signs posted that give a translation of what is being said, but I would have preferred to be able to read it on my own. As we continued on our tour we entered room after room of writings, pictures and statues of Egyptian art. One of the great rooms we entered had a single Egyptian building on a small island of water. I could picture people living or working by the Nile River. The structure of the stone was incredible; I have never seen anything grander than this single building. After leaving the Egyptians behind I began to realize that the Met is not just a museum of

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