Personal Narrative: A Plane In America

I was on my way home to apologize to my family for dropping out of high school, stealing money from my parents, and for running away from home and did all of that when she was 16. While I was on the plane, something happened to the plane it started to go down really fast, and we crashed. When the plane was going to down I unbuckled my seat belt so then I could get my twins sweater that I made for her and held it close to me so it would be safe. I could barely remember anything because I kept on going in and out of consciousness. The crash did something because it made me keep on going in and out of consciousness and I have never done that before mainly because I have never been in a plane crash before.

Getting on our plane was probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to, especially since my dad couldn’t come with us that day. December 8, 2010 was the day my family decided that moving to America would give me and my brother many more opportunities, keep in mind my parents hadn’t told us that we were moving to the US. I remember I had been hugging my dad saying goodbye to him and my mom had to come and grab me away from him. His face was through the window was the last thing I remember seeing before buckling my seat belt and laying down on my mother’s shoulder. Once we had landed my mother woke me up and said to me that I should help out with the luggage and the other belongings we had to take. The night went by probably faster than

Studying in a foreign country is an interesting experience of an individual lifetime. One tends to learn a number of things relating to ways of life in a foreign land. Social, political and economic values and aspects are usually different from one region to another. Therefore, through studying abroad one is able to learn different issues about another society such as gender and sexuality issues, social class and race/ethnicity issues. Having come from a developing country studying in the U.S.A has been a great experience personally. This paper will attempt to provide a reflection of my personal experience on studying in the U.S by comparing the history of Angola and the U.S.

Growing up in Ghana, I had heard a lot of things about the U.S. This was a country I had always wanted to visit; my prayer was answered when I got the opportunity to travel there. Arriving in a new environment came with many experiences. Adjusting with food, language and the weather was not easy. With the passage of time, however I have been able to0 adjust and fit it. This write-up therefore is to elaborate on my experiences since coming to U.S.

I woke up looking around not knowing what was going on. I looked around realizing that I was in an unknown bed. Panicking at first I tried to find my bearings, but I calmed down quickly as I watched my mother walk into the room.

Skipping the last week of school to fly in a plane for the first time across the ocean to another country was a thrill. Frankfurt, Germany was my first plane stop. From there I would board another plane that would take me to Budapest, Hungary, then finally to my last destination, Romania. This was the first time my siblings and I flew on an airplane and it was fascinating because every seat had a mini T.V. behind them and the food was delivered right to our seats. This was a different but exciting experience because we could watch movies whenever we wanted, we got to order whatever food we desired, we didn’t have to sit next to our parents, and sitting next to old people came with a major perk. My siblings and I always got seats next to

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.

In the city that never sleeps, silence fell upon the people. A memorial covered with flowers was transfigured from the steeple. Standing still, staring in complete disbelief, Our hearts were torn with instant grief.

In 2001, while I was a freshman in high school, a horrific tragedy occurred to our nation. As I sat in my seat in my drama class awaiting instructions from our teacher, the room was eerily silent. Before my teacher even had a moment to speak, the phone on the wall rang, everyone in our class knew something was going on because the phone never rang, in fact we all thought it was relic of the past. Staring intently as my teacher spoke to the person on the other line, I will never forget the array of emotions that reflected in her eyes. As she hung up the phone, she just stared at us all, not knowing what to think my mind began to contemplate what exactly was going on.

“Take this, and start learning english” is what my sister whilst giving me a book with pictures and english words. My family had recently decided to bring me to Florida. They thought it would be better to go to America knowing some english, rather than none. I never did study the book; learning english as a foreigner without any previous knowledge was a little difficult, for an seven year old.

We moved through security briskly. I had never flown before and now I was going to do my first trip solo, across an entire ocean. I clung to the lanyard that had my ticket and passport tucked in safely. My mom bought me a sandwich and bottled water from the Sub Shop. We sat at the gate for hours. It wasn't until the lady came over the speaker, squawking "We're ready to board Continental Flight 5478 non-stop service to Heathrow in London, England". Instinctively my hand reached out to grab for my moms, and she grabbed back. I was the first to board the plane; I guess they didn't want me to change my mind. I hugged my mom for a long time before the flight attendant that was to take me onto the plane coughed a little disrupting our moment. My mom whispered into my hair, "Be safe. I love

I suddenly woke up and saw a little girls face. I was so confused of my surroundings that I didn’t know where I was. It was like that moment when you wake up and you

Long time ago, when I was little, my father used to say “Let’s go Cheetah!” for encouraging me like in the movie Tarzan. It was like an enchanting magic words that nothing can ever defeat me ; however, harsh fate was coming towards me. One day, my mom asked me if I wanted to study abroad in America and I thought it was a joke that my mom made up to scare me, since I was gradually getting myself involved deeply in the typical interminable middle school girls’ dramas. I carelessly responded, “Yeah mom, why not”, and journey to America began with few promises to: always try my best, contact with family often, and think before I act. When I arrived in America, I was confronted by different and new surroundings. The air in the airport smelled awkward and I missed my home country. Soon

I had never seen such affection and care as I did from my family. After all the goodbyes we made our way into the airport. I held tight to my rolling suitcase as I walked to my future and I never forgot the love and support that stood there weeping. After waiting in the airport for over two hours. The plane finally arrived. I was sitting in my airplane seat slowly anticipating to see my mom that I haven’t seen in six years. I remember the first day that I had came to America. Getting out of the airplane exhausted not being able to walk because I had been sitting in the plane for 12 hours. I was in the Phoenix airport, looking around nervously in a peculiar place filled with peculiar people. But, the moment I saw my Mom and my other family,

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