Personal Narrative: A Life After Delta Flight

On the listed date, I, Officer Rivera Ayala, responded to the Bethalto Quick Trip in reference to a counterfeit bill. I met with the clerk and complainant identified as Terry A. Huber who gave me the bill as the suspect identified as Megan M. Feeley (DOB 10/12/1985) was at the register. I asked Megan where she got the bill from. Megan stated that she did not know that the bill was fake, and that she got it from her brother. Megan asked if she would be able to get the bill back. I advised Megan that she would not be able to.

This morning, I flew to Alice Spring. Sr. Anne Cougle ushered me to the domestic airport at 06:45am. Once more, I experienced a trouble with my luggage. It’s too heavy for packing to the cabin, and then I got my English book and brought over to the other bag. The problem solved. About at 11am, the airplane flew through the dessert. It was my first time I saw the desert by myself. From the air, I saw there are no building or house at all. It was an empty space, wide-empty space. After a few minutes, it flew above The Alice Spring Town. I saw only a few buildings or houses. In 12.30 the airplane landed in The Alice Spring Airport, I met Sr. Anne Surtees was there. She took me to the community. Sr. Anne Surtees lived in this community with Sr.

Airplanes. Window seats. Wilderness. Just a few of my favorite things, Melanie thought quietly to herself while flying over Canada. Staring out the window, gazing at snow-covered mountains that looked like they were peeking into the clouds, she tried to remember how long it had been since she last saw Connor, her older brother. When she was younger, they were close but their bond had faded out as Connor was constantly moving, never able to settle down. The last time she saw her brother was almost three years ago when they spent the day hiking in the Delaware Water Gap. Being surrounded by the wilderness seemed to be one of the things that always united them. Recently, as a high school senior, she moved from Arizona to Louisiana. Meanwhile,

It was a short drive to the hotel, and the scenery was pretty cool, but I was really waiting for arrival time. I couldn't wait to see the hotel, and I had no clue what to expect. I eyes drifted out the window at all the tall trees on the hilly landscape. The trees filled the hill, and there was on sight of the forest floor. Birds of all sizes flew in and out of the forest, keeping a person looking at them and their home forever. But then the landscape began to change.

The city always seemed to push the stars farther away from the world in the dead of night. Rain had begun to sprinkle downtown and it began to trickle across the top of the parked cars in the street. Vernon was sitting there silently listening to the drizzle outside that sounded like pebbles falling on a tin roof, still thinking about the dreams his been having. The Coffee Cup was like any other diner nestled between apartments and liquor stores. There was seven cut-up stools and behind them against the wall sat a cigarette machine and no smoking sign. The counter was worn from years of service. Two booths sat facing the storefront windows

Looking back out of the small window, I catch a final glimpse of corn fields and lonely railroad crossings before they dip below the horizon. For my first time on a plane, the excitement of adventure meets me as I depart from the comfort of home and enter a world unknown outside of Nebraska. Seeing the world in God’s view as the landscape evolves below, I fall in love with flying. Looking down from 30,000 feet and seeing earth on such a vast scale, I realize how much there is to discover.

Twenty-One Pilots are the first act to top pop songs and alternative songs. Back in February 21 of 2017 was one of the best days of my life. That date was when I went to my favorite band’s concert in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I will never forget that date, it took place at the BOK Center were many artists go to perform. My mom and I went, my dad also but he didn’t go to the concert. I got two tickets because I thought one of my friends could go with me but they could not afford it. All the money we spent that week was worth it I do not regret anything.

A sudden emptiness seemed to flow from the sweltering air and into our thoughts. The drive back from New York felt hauntingly isolated. Uncomfortable silence filled the yellow car. The silence was only to be broken by warm air whistling as Daisy’s white dress swooshed around through the gentle breeze.

Although Summer was coming to a close, the smothering heat had yet to subside. As a result, Alfred Jones was spending his last few days of freedom, relaxing on top his cherry red Chevy truck, sipping cold bottles of soda and whistling old tunes. He kept going over a particular phrase mentioned to him again and again, that vacation always seemed to fly by, but these past weeks, every hour seemed to drag on until every day seemed meaningless. He brought the rim of the bottle to his mouth and surveyed Calamity look-out. Lush trees, cracked roads, obnoxiously coloured houses... Same old, same old. It drove Alfred insane, he was never able to stand the peacefulness of it all, everything in (think of town name later) was so... unimaginative. It

The summer adventure that consisted of two college students in a large city. It was an adventures that would allow friend that enjoy photographer to not only allow them to do what they love, but to also build the bond and explore the world together. This trip wasn’t something that was planned for a few months, but instead somehow happen over two weeks. In the beginning I felt that this was going to be another dream that would never come to reality, but it did. After stepping foot off the Delta flight at JFK, that is when I realize that we really did make this trip happen. Driving through the different burrows of New York really forced the gears in my head to start shifting as I would begin to think about what type of shot I was looking to take.

I am a homeschooled high school senior. As a homeschool student, I cannot take AP classes. To remedy this, I decided to take dual classes at Southwest Tennessee Community College. I have selected Southwest for a multitude of reasons: to provide challenging courses in preparation for college, to grant me college credit, and to complete my high school education. I have chosen to take Pre Calculus, English Composition, and Anatomy & Physiology this semester. In January, I take Pre Calculus 2 and Anatomy & Physiology 2.

As my breath fills the open-air with a cool and foggy mist, I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't gone on this trip. As I look down all I see is clothes covered in dirt and I wonder when the last time That Susan had got a chance to wash This Set of clothes when I look around i see some familiar faces and some I can't make out. These mountains have taken us days to climb. Most say that we are almost to the top but I fear that we still have very far to go. A fresh layer of snow lays atop the wagons, Susan is laying down bundled in a thin blanket inside the wagon, Father is getting old, And i'm starting to think that he might not ever see california. If he doesn't make it it would be just me and Susan, I don't think that i'll have time

Every year I came to American I choose Delta Airline. Because of the excellent meal specials, like the palatable noodle with tomato chicken, or veggies luscious salmon with pasta. After the heavenly staple food, they also have the mouthwatering desserts such as Brownie cookies. Last but not least, they provide the Starbucks coffee and multiple wines.

Steaming black coffee warms my soul as I silently observe baby chipmunks running across the logs surrounding the driveway. Hummingbirds flutter and fuss over their feeder while other birds vie for seed in the log cabin. If I sit very still I might see a deer or bear from my perch on the porch. How pleasant it is to immerse in the quietness of the mountains far from the ever present clamor of civilization. In the mountains above Durango, Colorado, chill morning air greets me on this sixth day of retreat. Visiting my sister Janet’s “cabin” was not my choice. Yet, here I am. Only two vacation days remain and in the silence, I begin to reflect.

When I was seven years old I went on my very first holiday abroad, to