Personal Narrative: Journey To The East Coast Of The United States

Even though I’ve eaten lobster rolls, sported L.L. Bean jackets, and cruised lighthouse-studded coastlines, I am anything but a New-Englander. Though this has been by 4th year in Massachusetts, I still feel like I’m still the new kid on the block, the midwestern girl who’s naive to the traditions and expectations of New England. But, I am comfortable here, a result of many challenges I had to face over the time I spent in Massachusetts. These challenges did not arise when I first moved out—I was very unhappy the first and second year—it was during Sophomore year, when I started to adapt and be happy, did challenges from home spring forth on me. These challenges were from the people that I had left, family, friends, and others who felt that

It was a nice summer morning we I was all of a suden shoke like turbulence on a plane to wake up. It turns out I slept threw my alarm to wake up for the day. It was about 11:00 am and today we were heading to Florida and our flight takes off at 1:00 pm. You may think that we had time to make the airport in Milwaukee but, we had to drive all the way to Chicago, Illinois because there was no flight for Florida in Milwaukee. Luckily I had packed the day before with the rest of my family so all we had to do was wait for our aunt Lisa to take us to the aiport in Chicago. She showed up five minutes later with a mini van and there was about seven of us jammed in there. It was alright for me because in our family if you called “shot-gun” or “I

Everyone has a favorite memory about their lives. My favorite memory took place when I traveled to Ohio in 2014 for Thanksgiving.

Every year, the 7th graders at Wayland Middle School embark on a journey to Cape Cod. Since this was a school trip, I thought we would have to do a lot of school work such as writing and science with the animals. But, we only had to do ten minutes of work every day and the rest of the day was hanging out and playing with your friends, and opportunities to get closer with people who you didn’t know that well.

From an early age, I have been torn down and everytime I tried to get back up it seemed like I would never be able too. I came from a small island called nevis in the british west indies where my family was dropping dead and leaving me with nothing. From a young age I had to strive to better myself and help myself because no one was going to do it for me. I have came from the bottom and made it to the top just to be thrown 6 feet under. But now I stand here in front of you all, which shows that even the greatest of struggles could not and will not keep me down.

During spring break this year, my friend David Fong invited me to go with him to Six Flags in New Jersey. Because I never have been to Six Flags, my parents agreed to let me go with David. I was very excited to go on this trip! David’s sisters and his brother all went to the aquarium, so we decided to go the same time they were going the aquarium. David’s dad volunteered to drive David and me to the amusement park.

It has been a long time since I have seen my family. I am kind of missing them alot. I left 30 days ago on June 5, 1849.I came all the way from New York ,and it is very tiring to get to California I am not even half of the way there . I came on a wagon. It is still a long way to go, but i hope that it will be worth it .

The boat ride to America was long, 14 days to be exact, and the whole time I felt utterly dysfunctional. It’s as if I could see all my surroundings and I knew what was going on around me, but my body felt foreign to me. I couldn’t think straight. Hunger was nonexistent. I soon forgot what it was like to sleep. My eyesight got blurry. Oppressive grief hung like a cloud above my head, following me everywhere I went. I felt strange. I was brought back to reality when a hand, of a white man in a white jacket, waved in front of my face. I blinked slowly and frowned. When did I end up here? I don’t remember walking here. I racked my mind for answers, but all I was left with was a blank space. He quickly examined me and unlike most, he took a piece

It is about that day of the week again, Sunday. I woke up to the wooden planks used for the floor creaking as daddy went to wake Jonnie and Suzie up for church since Billy, Andrew, Holly and I have passed the age of twelve the expectation is to wake each other up or wake ourselves. That is the bad part about living in the New England colony, there is no sleeping in on a Sunday not just once. Also, we have to get up even earlier because we living in the middle of town and city. The year is sixteen-twenty, and at the moment we are living in Massachusetts, but daddy wants to move to Rhode Island because he says there tolerant- or something like that. Even though I really just want to sleep I know I have to get up and wake Holly, Billy,And Andrew.Daddy briefly told us about one of his

Since the beginning, it’s been the trees. When I was very young, my mother would load my sisters and I into the car at 4am, wrap us in seatbelts, and tuck us back in with pillows and blankets. We’d sleep until the morning, and by then, half the road trip would be over. At least that was the plan. I never slept. I stayed awake to capture the moment the desert of Nevada turned into the forests of northern California so I could see the trees. Their leafy arms stretched into the dark, so tall I couldn’t see their tops, and I would feel their green comfort, a peace that they alone held the secret to.

My roots are planted in Colotlán Jalisco México. The branches of my tree and those of my siblings and parents have reached towards “el norte” the United States, the land where dreams come true. Thousands of immigrant’s branches have reached the United Sates in order to better their life. We have the place we were born and we have the place where we grew up and have gotten accustomed to.

Our family began traveling to Maine when I was around 10 .It's a gorgeous place but the water is frigid, and it took a couple of trips before I was willing to go in the water. I was finally inspired to do this because of a beach I found. It was so serene, so natural. I happened to have no bathing suit, but this was the kind of beach where you knew something like that wouldn't matter. So I took off my clothes, set them on some rocks, and then slipped into the water. It was freezing. I was only able to stand it for about 10 minutes of it, and then I stretched out on some rocks on an island about 50 yards from the shore. I needed the sun to warm me up. Well, as this was only my third trip to New England, I was not quite accustomed to the massive tides there. After

At some point in everyone’s life they start to branch out. They deviate from the paths chosen for them by their parents and start discovering. I, for one, was eager to leave the dull and lifeless path my parents had chosen for me. I was ready to begin exploring. One should know that before the events of this story, I had been living on the Saint Francis University Campus for six weeks. My days were long, eventful, and rather stressful. This was to be expected from a schedule of six challenging classes. It was an excellent change of pace from my monotonous existence at home. These six weeks were worth the trouble though, because I was able to conclude them by taking a trip to Massachusetts. A family-free vacation to a location I always dreamed

On June 20th, my family and I went on a road trip to Virginia. We decided to visit Kings Dominion, which is a theme and waterpark. It was a sunny, hot day with a lot of people there. My siblings and I got on “The Volcano”. We had to wait in line for about forty five minutes but it was worth it. First, we took out our phones and shoes so they wouldn’t fall off during the ride and put them in a storage they had off to the side. Then, we buckled ourselves in and I was so excited for this ride to take off. After the workers came around and made sure we were buckled in, the ride moved very slowly into a dark tunnel. Then, all of a sudden we were all pulled back into our seats because the coaster zoomed so fast forward into the tunnel. When it sped

Last year around April, my cousin called and told us that she was getting married. Since weddings aren’t really my thing, I wasn’t excited for this wedding at all. It wasn’t until my mom mentioned tickets that I realized we were going to California. I was ecstatic. I told my friend about everything I wanted to do there, I planned our trip out day by day, and starting of thinking about what I needed to pack. You’re probably wondering why I was so excited about going to California, well, I have a few reasons why. Although we had just went to California in October, I was still overjoyed to see my family again. I only get to celebrate holidays with my mom, stepdad, sister, sister’s fiance, and brother. Everyone else in my family lives outside of Wisconsin, so when I get to see them it’s superb. So that’s one of my reasons for wanting to go to California- family. My second reason for wishing to go is that it’s my dream to live in California. My mom always tries to convince me that Wisconsin is better than California, and I don’t doubt that. Actually, I know Wisconsin is better than California, because it’s safer, cheaper, and calmer, but frankly I could care less about those things. I enjoy the rush of California, the people constantly moving, always going somewhere, never stopping to just take a breath and look around, always rushing from one place to another. That’s why I love California, even though it has its flaws.