Personal Narrative: Driving To Long Beach

yelled as he pulled me up. Right as I looked into his deep blue eyes, I felt like I was in one of the cheesy romantic movies. It felt as though there was a spotlight shining on us, and we were the only ones in the world.

The United States has always been “home” to me because I feel that I am a bit of the quintessential American story. I was born to immigrants hoping for a better opportunity than what was offered from their third world home country. I was raised and went to school here, which blended many of my parent’s home culture and the new American culture. As I have matured, I have noticed how much my life has been influenced by society’s opportunities and issues. The American character is the crossroads of opportunity, struggle, and hopefulness because the it is not only a reflection of the founding father’s ideas, but also a reflection of minorities who have interjected their experiences that shaped my American journey.

It had been a long tiring day ,my sister and i had gone to our mimi’s house for the day. She took us to see the movie in side out, my sister balling at the end. We also when out to eat at ihop, and shopping. My parents slept all day so they wouldn’t be tried to drive all night to Colorado and get there at about noon. We didn't leave until about 1 or 2 am, but I couldn't sleep I was to excited. Every time I closed my eyes eyes they just bursted open again. I was to excited to start driving, “can we go yet?” An hour of waiting, listening to the clock tick, we finally left! My sister watched frozen over, and over, and over again i think i heard let it go a milion times! I looked out the window, staring at the sea of green

Although you probably never heard of him, he did have that moment. A moment of fame, of possibilities, so I’ll change his name to protect him. I’ll change his name and cloud his identity to protect him, though, the only protection he really needs is from himself... especially the words that vomit from his mouth.

From the end of my junior year through my senior year I have been driving up to Portland, usually bringing my dad or some friends to help out with Bridgetown Ministry's Nightstrike. I have helped out with this organization for eight weeks on Thursday nights, reaching out and building relationships with Portland's homeless. In the mix of people there are always faces you recognize from past weeks which gives you a chance to grow deeper relationships with them. There was a little 4 year old boy named Alex that I would see every week and every time he would show me the new tricks he had taught his dog or his tricks on toys like his skateboard. If I did not have so many prior commitments on Thursdays, I would love to be down there every week.

Although the beautiful winters in Rochester already make the university cool, I, as a student, can make the school even cooler by being an active member in organizations and introducing Bay Area culture into the campus. I have lived most of my life in the Bay Area, during this time I have grown accustomed to the cultures from here. I plan to introduce the cultures and customs that originate in the Bay Area. Since they aren’t known over the country, these cultures only occur in the Bay Area. For example, the hyphy culture began to emerge in the late 1990s and early 2000s as a response from Bay Area rappers against commercial hip hop. However, this culture and movement wasn’t popularized anywhere else in the country. Consequently, this urban

For the sake of my sanity, I envisioned potential scenarios where I’d come out of this situation stable. At one point I believed only deep breathing ought to relieve my tension; how naïve I was toward my condition was incomprehensible. I replayed the entire ordeal infinite times in my head, still at a loss of its initial cause.

I was playing on the floor with my kids. Their smiles and laughter captivated me. When I got up, something was not right. My heart would not stop racing, my chest felt tight, and my whole body felt very uncomfortable. After fifteen minutes, my heart would not slow down. It was time to go to the emergency room. Something was really wrong. My vision was failing as I tried to fill out the blurry forms they handed me. Nothing was making sense. I could not sit still. My heart kept racing. “Are you feeling any anxiety?” a nurse asks me. It had not crossed my mind until then. Panic crept in.

Road trip! Mom gave me a great assignment, I heading to Miami U and a trippy trip with Lil promises be fun if the rain gods behave. Lil drives a convertible. Lil’s mermaid gig doesn’t pay the bills, the Mustang comes as a perk for working as a stripper and having a beautiful body. In the Land of Lap Dances, she’s known as, The Beaut.

There is something about driving fast around sharp curves while poorly belting the words to the popular song you hate, playing on the radio. Even more emotion determining hormones are released when the individual beside you harmonizes your toneless voice while tightly gripping the door handle. We were looking for the closest thing to peace, and found it somewhat by driving off the road and into an endless field. Alex rolled her window down and stared into the opaque air as if it would help her centralize our location. “Get out. Let’s go!” she told me, while climbing through the window to the roof of the car. With the radio still blaring, I met her at the top. We spoke of those things that made us happy, the memories making us sad, those stupid

I had a wonderful summer this year and can't wait to get back to school. Over the summer I went to California with my family. We visited all around Hollywood and we went to a lot of different beaches. I also moved houses over the summer. We just moved within Colorado so I didn't lose any friends. Also, over the summer I spent time with my friends and family. Summer was very fun and fast.

On September 18th I embarked on what I can easily say was one of my favourite road trip experiences.

It was the day of the trip to Los Angeles, California and it had started out to me waking up to an alarm yelling at me to wake up and get ready. The day started out cold but slowly it began to climb almost up to the eighties and being the not smart one I am decided to wear all black that day, and I baked like tilapia that day. Aside from my bad clothing choices, my dad, his wife, my brother, and I headed out of my dad's apartment at 10:00 AM to start the drive to LA. The drive was very scenic because the ocean that surrounded where we were driving were very blue and sparkly and the sky had been clear without a single could in sight. Finally, after what seemed like forever (really is was only 2 hours) we reach LA, and they trees were waving

Goff Cody Goff Mr. Wilson English 1104 08 September 2016 The Ride of a Lifetime Driving always intrigued me when I was young. I can still remember smiling from ear to ear when I heard the sound of my dad’s truck roaring as it started up and watching how he shifted smoothly through the gears. Every time we hopped in the truck I would beg him to let me drive, and every time he would smile and say I wasn’t big enough yet. I never believed I wasn’t allowed to drive because I wasn’t big enough. My dad’s old Chevrolet was his prized possession. He would spend hours washing it, shining the tires, and working on it. I didn’t think I would ever see the day that he would consider me to be big enough to drive it. The first time he let me drive was a warm sunny day in August; the day after my thirteenth birthday. I was so excited as I ran around to the driver’s side door, but as soon as I sat down in the seat I could feel my hands start to shake and my began to get weak. Despite being nervous and excited, I reached right for the key and turned it, but nothing happened. I tried again, and still nothing. Puzzled, I looked over at my dad. He raised one eyebrow and looked down at the pedals. Of course, I forgot about the clutch! I had seem him press down on it and turn the key hundreds of times. I did exactly as I remembered him doing and the Chevy came to life. I was practically bouncing in my seat. I let off the clutch completely and stomped the gas. The truck jumped forward, jerked, stopped, jumped again, and then shut off. I tried this three more

There was three hours left for my day to be over. Three hours felt like ten hours. As the last patient leaves at 5pm I start doing my chores. Everything I did seemed like I was doing it in slow motion. After desperately wanting to be finished, I grabbed my belongings, and walked outside to a gloomy night. I instantly grabbed my phone and called my aunt back as the windshields of my car were defrosting. Rubbing my hands together vigorously to create heat I heard her answer. I was now told to get home and drive safe. At that point I started shaking. I called my mom and everyone was home safely. I was driving back home frightened. Road work signs, detour signs yet I still sped avoiding every car. Usually it took me twenty minutes to get home, but that night it took me ten. Prior to my arrival I kept receiving text messages and calls. I did not bother to answer