My Reflection On My Regular Bus

Windshield surveys are the motorized equivalent of simple observation. They involve the generation of data that helps to define the community, the trends, stability, and changes that all serve to define the health of the community (Stanhope, 2012, p. 409-410). I choose to use the Pilgrim Park neighborhood for my windshield Survey which I conducted on November 1st, 2017 around 11 o 'clock am.

The bus finally arrived around seven fifteen, I walked on and found a seat near the middle, where I sat down and tried to rest until I arrived at school. I awoke to brakes squealing only to realize that I had arrived at my destination.Drudgingly I walked off the bus examining everyone, trying to figure out who I would become friends with and who I would come to despise. “Go to the gym” said some short lady who I didn’t know, but I still followed her instruction like the good little boy I thought I

“I hated reading Gus the Bus over and over again to you.” This statement came from my mom after my claim that I didn’t remember being read to very much as a child. And though I don’t remember being read to, my mom and dad were influential in the beginning of my literacy. They’ve taught me not to take learning for granted, and have encouraged me to read all of my life. Despite experiencing low points with my interest in literacy throughout my life, there are clear examples of how my interest and reasoning has matured from the beginning of my literacy to the present day.

As we walk into the woods, we encounter two of the “dead ones.” One for me one for him. We find a spot and sit down. “I like your laugh.” He blurts out before I can say anything. “I hate it. Nothing to laugh about anymore.” I say. I look down at my feet, I start kicking around in the dirt. I look at him seems like he is trying to figure out what to say. He looks at me and does the stupidest face I have ever seen. “You’re just trying to make me laugh again.” I say. “Maybe.” He says laughing. “Like I said there is nothing to laugh about anymore.” I say. “Well I know I have something to smile about.” He says looking at me and smiling. “I think we need to get up.” I say. “Why?” He looked kinda upset. “ZOMBIES LOOK!!” We run back home. There was over 50 of them. We start to run. I trip and fall, and the zombies are right behind me. “CARL!” I yell. He turns around and starts running back as fast as he can. When he gets to me, he yells “Are you okay!?” I respond “I’m fine

Once upon a yesterday, there were two kids, Hayden and Lily.Lily was a nice girl with brownish, short hair and blue glasses with diamond-shaped sides.Hayden was a funny kid with brown eyes and hair dyed yellow in the middle.One day, they were going on a field trip.They loved field trips but they didn’t know where they were going.They soon found out that they were visiting lake Catch-a-fish. They had lunch and played games about the nature at the lake. Then they were told that it was an over-night stay because the bus was broken.They decided to have fun by playing games in the games room. There was Pac-man, a pinball game, and table tennis. Soon it was time for dinner and some stories. Dinner was hot dogs, and dessert was cotton candy. While

Ring, went the bell signaling that fourth period was over. "Yay! We Mr. Bond's class next," I excitedly told my best friend Danniele as we walked out of art. "Ugh, I wish Mrs. Jones taught art at Dean," she said as we walked to class. After the short walk to class, I took my seat next to Danniele and got out my homework. As the bell rang for family time to begin, a guy walks in with a schedule in his hands, Based on that and the whispers around me, I figure out that he's the new kid. The more I looked at him, the more familiar he seemed. That's when it hit me he looked like a kid I knew named Jaymez back in first grade but I wasn't sure. I made a mental note to ask him about it later. Quickly I shook the idea from my head and paid attention to what Mr. Bond was saying.

His heart jumped straight into his throw as he saw the ground coming at two mph. As he got no less than a foot from the ground he stopped as though some imaginary brake had been slammed.  His first thought was bafflement. This was not a place he had ever seen . Everything looked like it belonged in a museum. But yet here it was . "Hello twilight zone. My name is Dougy" He said thinking aloud. Only one thing remained that he could actually recognize. The tower. Of course. Though it now looked pristine as if it were only a few days old. But of course that was absurdity. He pondered what drugs they had fed to him and whether they could keep feeding it. For once he no longer cared to resist. No one paid him no mind . " Excuse me , said in a man wearing robes that engulfed him from head to toe. I have no clue where i am can you help The man almost leapt forward mouth moving but no words coming out. As Doug extended his hand the man kept walking . He walked right through him. The man shivered but kept going silently muttering. Doug felt as if he gad been doused with ice cold water. No one communicated with each other. All wore the same zombie look. Just as thought of going into a bar he found himself sailing through the tunnel again . This time much

It was 5:00 A.M. on a clear October morning in the east parking lot of North High School. The sun was just starting to peek out from the horizon, the grayish blue sky splattered with colors of orange and pink and gold. The air was cool and crisp, the kind that bites a bit when the wind blows. The autumn leaves whispered as they blew at my feet. I stood at the ominous door of the charter bus as my classmates began to pile on, my mind filling with thoughts of crescendos and time signatures in 5/4 and 9/8. I took a deep breath and followed the last cello player up the stairs onto the charter bus, her case clunking on each step as we made our way up.

I was in the forest. I don’t know why or where or how. I don’t know when the last time I ate was. I don’t know when I will see my family again. Panic struck, I got up. I attempted to make a compass like my dad taught me. North, South, East, West. However, I realized that even if I did make the compass, I still wouldn’t know which direction to walk in.

As I walked around, I remembered how hard I had worked to be where I was. It all started about three months prior to that day. I was in fifth grade and like all other fifth graders, I awaited my recess eagerly. The only down side was that it was indoors that day. Boredom soon crept into the room as the recess progressed, and a friend and I decided that a game of chess was the only way out.

As I tromped through the thick woods, I got the same warmth radiating from the forest. The sunlight danced, even through the still pine needles above me. I listened, hoping to hear a crunch of a twig, or rolling of pebbles beneath Adam’s feet. Nothing. I stopped and waited, listening. Still listening, again nothing. “Adam! Adam where are you!?!” I called into the forest. My voice echoed of of the thick trunks of the trees. The feeling of panic spread throughout me. I quickened my pace, anxious to find Adam. After walking for a few minutes, I realized I had wandered farther than I ever had before. I spun around, trying to remember what direction I had come from. After debating with myself, I decided to head back downhill. Slowly going along, trying to decided if I was going the right direction, I heard a low sobbing. My first thoughts jumping to Adam, I screamed his name. With no response, I quickened my pace. I spun around and there it

Wondering where I was I tried to remember more like my name or something else important , But nothing came back. Suddenly a cold hand clamped my shoulder and said ¨Follow me.¨ So I Grabbed my backpack and followed the man through twists and turns passing sweating walls which had a thick substance oozing from it to a hut deep in the maze. On the way there the man said he was sorry

When I look in a mirror I think my most noticeable feature is my nose, my nose branches off from the centre of my head and sticks out with a curve to it which makes it unique I would say. I think people think my most outstanding feature are my eyes, mainly because they are blue and quite catching. My hair colour is a very light blonde colour which can be catching to the eye at the first glance, and my eyes are bluey-grey. I don’t smile often in public, I do smile more around my friends or people I know and I am confident around mainly because I don’t often have a reason to smile around people I don’t know. My actual smile isn’t too big and I’d say my teeth do show. I also stand upright and straight that’s mainly from the two and a half years of standing to attention at cadets, and on RAF stations. I’m small in height but big in other areas, mainly because I played many years as a forward at Falkirk rugby football club and all forwards a built pretty big. I’m alright with my appearance, sure, I might be a bit bulky but that’s from years of playing an extremely physical game and a game I continue to play and enjoy.

“I’m coming for you!” Sarah exclaimed as she jumped over the fence. Ian had an idea and started to climb the nearest tree. Ian grabbed a handful of pine cones from the tree and waited for Sarah to come near him. He waited and just as he was about to go home, he heard a noise in a small bush under him. Ian threw the pine cones at the bush and a small, blue bird flew out of it and went to a tree. Haha Sarah probably quit because she couldn’t find me, Ian thought to himself as he climbed out of the tree. Ian started getting bored, so he tried to find his way home, but he forgot where he came from. I think I walked past that rock when I came here, Ian thought. He kept walking past the rock deeper into the woods. I hope I’m not lost, Ian thought. As he continued walking, he heard a loud chirping noise, and looked to where it came from.

It was a lovely Sunday morning, The birds were chirping softly, and the sun was blinding me. I had two friends over, both of which were playing video games. One of my friends was on my bed playing with his phone. The other one, Jasper, was playing a game with me from his Xbox in the basement. The game we were playing was particularly rage inducing, so before long it had forced me down the stairs and out of my room. The stairs led me to the kitchen where I grabbed a drink, it chilled my hand, but it was worth it for the refreshing taste of ice tea. After, I rushed down another flight of stairs to the basement.