Personal Narrative Essay: Our Trip To Iowa City

It was about three years ago that my family and I had decided to listen to my sister and plan this trip to a lake. We could not resist sitting on our living room sofas and letting the humid air slap us right across the face. So Friday night we went out to the store to buy everything we imaged we would need to make a successful family trip. So Saturday morning comes around six we are close to ready in leaving to the lake. It was a struggle for me to get up in the morning so as soon as we got on the road with the van my eyes fell shut. According to my dad it was a two hour drive before the engine of the car stopped and my eyes were open again. We happen to be in some sort of parking lots. Once we knew we were at the parking lots of the lake we unpacked everything we brought our bags with extra clothes, food, balls, and the canopy’s. We had to walk through a pathway that was surrounded by very giant trees until we arrived to the end of the trees and was this signed that read “WELCOME TO LAKE PERRIS”.

Unfortunately, the two day trip had to come to an end. Being born and raised in a town where Walmart is like a mall and gas stations serve as a hangout spot, Nashville opened my eyes so I could see that the world is much bigger than what my mind set it to be. Because Waynesboro provides little to no excitement, everything that I laid my eyes on was very unusual yet thrilling. I have only seen pictures of busy and bright cities, but I never really experienced what it’s like to amble around in one. I did not visit the wonders of the world, but I did visit a city that showed me a portion of the diverse types of amusement the world has to

I keep running from one to another. The rooms are big with white walls and ceilings. Here and there bright colors decorate the walls. Small groups of people converse over their opinions. Children reach out to touch and their mothers pull them in, smacking their hands and telling them no. I stop and spin around, trying to absorb everything around me. Then I stop and stare.

Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm blared and I knew it was time to hit the road. After 6 extremely long, tiring hours in the car, we stopped in Champaign, Illinois for lunch. After an amazing meal, we were on the road again traveling towards Chicago.

During my Summer Break, I went to Tennessee with my family, brother in law, and my brother in laws and sister’s friend John. We decided to stop at a hotel for the night, in Kentucky, and to drive the rest of the way in the morning.

I’ve grown up in Oklahoma but I love to travel. I’ve been lucky enough to go on some amazing vacations with my parents and brother (who also attends OSU). I love shooting guns, even if I’m not hunting. There is no better stress reliever than going out to the range or shooting skeet with some friends. My family and I like to go trail riding as much as we can. Our favorite place to ride is definitely the Kiamichi mountains in southern Oklahoma (pretty sure that’s where bigfoot lives).

Last week I went to Chicago to help out my sister, who was having surgery. I felt as if I’d stepped into an alternate universe. The hospital (Northwestern Memorial, one of the finest in the country) reminded me of a gleaming convention hotel, with vast meeting spaces and sumptuous food courts. My sister had a spacious private room with a fold-out couch in case I wanted to stay over. There were plenty of empty beds. Attentive nurses were at her beck and call. The day she was scheduled to go home, her surgeon dropped by and encouraged her to stay an extra night because she looked a little tired. My jaw dropped. We Canadians can only dream of such luxuries.

My busy spring break was filled with laughter, love, and hatred. Rather I be at work or on the road, I was usually doing something. I had worked five days in a row, (which felt like an eternity) however when Wednesday (my final shift) came around a weight was lifted off of my shoulders, considering the final days of my break would soon bring me pure joy.

Shoutouts to the only person whom has bear with my weird-self for the past four years non stop. From civics and careers to accounting, our first time in greasy hull, our trip to NY, from going to hockey games that I don't understand and thirsty Thursdays. Thanks for always being there for me Jake, there's no one I would rather share a bottle of jagger with

Have you ever been to Dallas Texas, I have, and it was fun. Me and my family came. We stayed there for a week, at my aunt's house. It was very beautiful where she lived, trees all around, the sun shined early morning.

On Friday as a class we traveled to Iowa City and toured as well as observed five different fitness locations. We visited the North Dodge Athletic Club, the University of Iowa Field House and Recreation Center, Anytime Fitness, and a small yoga studio named Serenity. On this trip as a class we saw first hand the differences between the biggest, most expensive facilities compared to some of the smaller more personal facilities. As we went from gym to gym, notable differences could be made from each one. After visiting all five gyms, each gym has attractive attributes as well as unappealing attributes, some being larger than others. In the end, though how one views a gym comes down to personal preference.

It was 9:00 AM on a Tuesday when I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. Yesterday afternoon my sister and I had packed everything we were going to need for our trip to Kansas City, Missouri, we were super excited about it. We were going to see our favorite band in concert for the second time that day! Once we were both wide-awake we could hardly contain our screams of excitement. We had everything planned out, the time we were going to arrive at our hotel and what we were going to do once we got there. Although, we never thought things could go so out of plan. It takes exactly 5 hours and 8 minutes from my house to Arrowhead Stadium and we left at 9:30 AM. Since the concert started at 7:00 PM we would have arrived there around 2:45 PM and

The world seemed so small to such a young child, only soon to find out there is much more beyond the horizon. Today is the day I will finally see new things, I thought to myself before nervousness of the unknown shook me out of my reverie. I had only heard of places outside of Oklahoma City, never truly leaving the comfort of the familiar area. On the other hand, my cousins lived quite far from Oklahoma, up north east in a state called New Hampshire. The thought of how different our worlds must be would boggle my mind at that age. Now, as we begin to drive off, I realized I would soon face the unfamiliar.

I am really wanting to go to visit the CBT for the last trip in Cincinnati, but you are volunteering to help us to ship the ITS1 back to SJ office.

It all started in fourth grade when I was ten years old. One day I was walking home from school and my best friend named Shushu, was crossing the road. One of the first safety lessons I learned in grade school was from a safety control teacher who taught us how to safely cross the road. All the pupils assembled in the school hall and listened attentively as the teacher spoke in his deep, loud voice. The teacher said, “Repeat after me: Look to the left, then to the right, look left again, and when the road is clear, quickly march; no running.” We were asked to repeat those sentences, like reciting a poem, numerous times before he left. One day after school, Shushu decided to run while crossing the road in an attempt to beat a car which was approaching. I shouted and tried to warn her but it was too late. Unfortunately, she stumbled and fell into a gutter, and her right ear detached from her head. I felt awful and sad. I felt powerless because I couldn’t help her. Two women who were selling roasted corn by the roadside came running. One of them took her head scarf and wrapped Shushu's bleeding ear. The other ran to a nearby shop to get assistance. This was the moment I decided I would pursue a career that would give me the opportunity to help people. The feeling of being powerless as she laid in the gutter with blood gushing out of her ear left me feeling guilty. I wanted to participate in helping Shushu, but instead I just stared helplessly and cried.