There is no other place I feel more at ease than at Kiawah Island. I have been going to this summer getaway every since I was a baby, and my love for this little island off the coast of South Carolina will never fade. When we roll up the driveway of 90 Jackstay Court, I feel a surge of elation, as I know I will be spending the next week with my family, cousins, and grandparents. I run my hands across the granite countertops where I can already smell the intoxicating aromas of a home cooked meal. First thing in the morning, my cousin and I grab our sand battered bikes, and start pedalling on the boardwalk to the beach. I’m careful on the narrow wooden platform, with the painful reminder of when I fell off into the brush. We hop off our bikes
When their party of four arrived at Colonel Andrew’s mansion for his annual birthday bash, the house was already crowded; the overflow of people spilled out into the yard. Allie whispered to Eli that the Colonel must be rich. Eli answered back that he was one of the richest men in Charleston.
“If you have ever slept on an island you will never be quite the same” (Unknown). I have slept on an island and it truly has changed who I am today. This little island is called Pumpkin Knob and sits in Casco Bay, Maine. It is a place that has inspired and moved me to see life in a different perspective. It all started back when I was three months old, on July fourth weekend, and ever since then my family and I have traveled the distance to stay on our little island of Pumpkin Knob. Till this day I do not know why this place has changed me so, maybe its that every year the island has changed itself. The newly grown lilies in the garden, the freshly trimmed grass, the overgrown bushes on the trails or maybe it’s the new faces I see
The first footsteps onto Prince Edward Island will often bring an exhilarating flow of fresh salt air to the lungs. Surrounded by the robust deep blue ocean and breathtaking white sand beaches, one is never more than several minutes from the closest shoreline. With rolling sand dunes that tower high above the water levels, and gusty wind forces that often leave one with a sandblasted sensation, the ocean is a companion that proves strong and competent. The sweet salty air will continue to linger and soon rest softly upon your lips. Often the shore will beckon a visitor to stay just a little longer, so that they might catch a glimpse of the sun gracefully setting along the horizon. The colors of teal, fuchsia, pink and yellow dance across the sky, as if nature is making her final debut. With a constant roll and slap, the ocean will beat against
During my part time employment with River Island, I was privileged to be promoted to sales manager for women’s products which allowed me to develop numerous management qualities and communication skills. These ranged from keeping financial records, customer care, managing and meeting weekly sales targets and problem
When I started writing this, I had no clue what it would be about. I was told “It has to be perfect.” “It has to explain you without you explaining yourself.” “You have to give it meaning without being asked for anything.” “If it isn’t good enough, admission officers won't give your application a second glance.” So, I put off writing it, pondering it over and over in my mind. I’m so glad I put it off, because until recently, I didn’t know what it was keeping me in Hawai’i. My mom lives in Oregon now, and I had the option to move with her because she still has custody. Something kept me here, though, and I wasn’t sure what. Through reminiscing and building more memories, I realized what it was. It was how much I love being Hawaiian. The food,
While growing up, I was always told that once you have hit rock bottom, you have nowhere else to go but up. That advice always seemed to come from relatives that had just had a life changing events happen and were just trying to be optimistic. I never realized how true it was until I became homeless in Hawaii.
As part of my networking, there are some high school classmates who I am in constant contact with. We all went to college and have our own careers in different fields. One of these friends allowed me to live with her for my first year out of college. Four of us played volleyball together. They are from Waianae, Kaneohe, and Waimanalo and they?re Hawaiian, Portuguese, and Japanese. Over the years, we realized we get our strength from our diversity. When we have a
The thing that I miss most about summer is King's island. I had a pass so I could go when I wanted to and it was always a fun time. It is a good time to hang out with friends and go on rides. My favorite ride there is the beast because it isn’t too bumpy and it has a ton of sharp turns and caves. It also is slightly scary with all of the fake warning signs. The food at Kings Island is also decent so I wouldn’t have to go get lunch. If I get tired of the rides then I can go on the water rides and the wave pool. The water rides don’t usually have the longest of lines if you get there early but if not then they are worth it. My favorite overall is the Tropical Plunge. This ride has the drop shoot, You stand in a vertical tube and you wait for the countdown and the floor drops underneath your feet. You then shoot down the tube and you make it to the end. All of these factors make Kings Island a very fun place, and the thing that I miss the most from summer.
I’ve lived in Hawaii my whole life, and it would be pretty unusual if I haven’t experienced any speech to text problems with my computer or smartphone. Many people recognize Hawaii as a melting pot between Asian, American, and Hawaiian cultures. This creates a large number of different language speakers and words. As Emma mentioned, many of street names in Hawaii are Hawaiian or Japanese names and thus, make it hard for devices to recognize their names. My own home address is no exception. The name of my street is Kuaie St, but when I try speaking to Siri to see if she recognizes the name, she comes up with some bizarre street name that isn’t even in Hawaii. She once mistook Kuaie for Cooley St. in New York. Even the Microsoft word program
To really feel the advantages of the island, untarnished by the bombardment of lights and sounds, commercialised resorts and restrictions, you need to embark on a less known journey. Acklins Island is a place where tranquillity resorts to, an island that is more therapeutic than any medicine. Every day feels like a sleepy Sunday on this island, where life is charmingly unpretentious. Women greet the day by leaning over their balconies and gazing at the ocean, and locals slow down and wave as they drive by. There's a single road that winds across the island's six-mile diameter. Cars are few and far between and traffic jams are unheard of.
“Shawn have you ever heard of Hawaii?”, my father asked while we sat down for dinner. At that moment I already knew what was about to happen. My parents had been “joking around” recently about moving but I could tell that the jokes were progressively getting more and more serious, and this scared me. “No” I replied trying to avoid the subject. “Well it’s an amazing place, and your dad just scored a job transfer there and me and him are pretty set on it now.” I was distraught, I didn’t even want to think about leaving all of my friends and family that lived in texas.
My vacation to South Padre Island Beach was memorable. There were so many amazing sights and smells. I remember as we grew closer to the beach I could hear the splashing roars of the waves as they rushed to the shore. I can still taste the salty sea air as I walked down to the beach, the seagulls flying above me squawking at everyone below. Kids building sand castles and playing in the water as parents sat, watching them nearby. As I stood in the warm, vanilla colored sand of the beach, I felt a calm peace, as the cool ocean breeze blew around me. Later, while I was walking down the coast, cool water splashing on my feet, I could smell the zesty aroma of a nearby barbeque taking place as families enjoyed the glowing sunset as the day came
Susan,A para educator in the bremerton school district.A mother of three from Hawai explains how her high school experience was to us.
I almost stepped foot into what I thought to be my watery grave, but I hesitated as my foot broke the surface of the water. I thought back to the boat ride out here and my feelings of uneasiness as we rode the waves. The small boat contained six rows of benches for the tourists to sit at the front of the boat. Directly behind the last row, a captain’s station sat with the controls to steer the boat. Behind the control room, or the back of the boat, sat one long bench. A metal railing encircled the entire boat, except for a small portion at the back. Resting below the open area, hooked to the side of the boat, sat a three-rung ladder. I still tasted the wintergreen lifesaver I enjoyed on the car ride over here. The boat took us three miles off the north shore of Oahu, I couldn’t help but admire the beauty of this paradise. Looking at the green mountains, lined with thick and healthy trees thanks to all the rain, and the exquisite white beaches, calmed me and helped me forget the anxiety that overcame me. The cold, early morning ocean breeze pulled my hair back, but no goosebumps graced my skin thanks to the warm sun shining down on us. My fellow boat passengers all seemed to appear calm while we rode on this death trap that closed the distance between us and the cage. My idea of fun consisted of reading a book or watching a movie with family and friends, not jumping into a cage surrounded by sharks.
Driving through Hawaii was like a dream, the sky was clear and the sun shone down as if it was in love with this state, as I will soon be. I made my mom stay on the roads by the edge of the island, with a thick lush forest on my left and a line of palm trees that lay before a huge sandy beach which is followed by the clearest water I have ever seen, a wondrous light blue that gets darker as it goes farther into the immense ocean. We pull up to a large beach house, “We're here guys,” my mom stops the car. “Woah