Personal Narrative: My Trip To TSA Security

It was July of 2013. After check in, I came to the notoriously long line that was the security check of John F Kennedy International Airport. My excitement to embark on my friend’s celebratory cruise was diminished by this wait. When my turn came around, I was ecstatic to almost finish the production that was a successful check, and am on my merry way. This was not the case. I had forgotten that I had a heating pain relieving device in a region of my body that the Transportation Security Administration (TSA) felt necessary to investigate. After a few minutes, I found myself in a back room, being questioned, with interrogations that I found “pointless, frustrating, and unnecessary.” After this, they had sent me on my way, back to my friend and

This adventure that I experienced will always be a memory I am longing to relive. My dad was assigned a business trip for his work, and being the loving man he is, he brought the rest of the family along with him. The entire twelve hour drive I was elated. When we had finally payed the five-dollar

To do these things, I have to be someone who has the purpose of studying and planning for the future with care. The college I wanted to go to was the Naval Academy, so I spent two years at community college to consolidate my knowledge and one year to get my CEH certification, then I take the test to become US citizen and apply for the college that I wished. However, I have to learn hard and retake SAT, my goal in SAT score is about 1450/1600 and during my college years I have to try to get some security certifications that improve my knowledge. If I graduate from naval academy, then I must serve them for five years and hopefully later accept to the National Security Agency to help protect the network, prevent hostile forces and terrorists.

Of all the memories that I have with my family on vacation, the memory that is worth telling is the time I went to Atlanta, Georgia. I was about four or five years old and was still attending Preschool. I remember it as if it was yesterday. It was spring break and my family decided to rent a van out and travel down to see my aunt Cherie. There was my mother, grandmother, my aunt and her two daughters Yasmine and Imani and I. We left early in the morning on Good Friday so we could beat some of the traffic. I slept for about the first three hours of the ride and I wo being surrounded by trees and the open road. Everyone in the car is talking making jokes as my aunt was driving. As we are getting more than halfway there, my mother starts to feel nauseous and told my aunt to pull the car over.

I have had several requests to redeploy in support of the Mission but cannot move forward after 3 years of waiting to hear what the status is of my Security Clearance. If it were up to me, I could and would forgive. I would grant a second chance. There are people that have done far worse than what I’ve done and have suffered less, but I guess that is me looking through forgiving eyes. In the years that I’ve been employed with the Army Corps of Engineers, Pittsburgh District, my evaluations speak for me and I hold no malice towards anyone, but fair is fair, and I feel that the district continues to judge

I would like to start with a unique experience during the summer before 8th Grade. I was going on a 14-hour plane ride to Japan where I would stay for 10 days. It would be my first time flying without my parents and my first time flying over the Pacific Ocean. I was hesitant to go because none of my friends were going but I took the chance and I am very glad that I did. Before I embarked on the ten-day trip, the students from Japan came here for a couple days. During that time I went to a White Sox game, to downtown Chicago and to the Museum of Science

Being not old enough to ski by myself, I was required to take a skiing class. For half the day we skied, and then were in a daycare for the rest. It was AWFUL! The daycare part, not the skiing. A girl there who was quite fond of stealing my toys and snacks still haunts my memories of that place. She should know not to take a girls snack. The best part of that vacation was when we went back the next year, and grabbed a brochure/map and there was a picture of me on it from the year before. In the picture I was all bundled up in my coat and the scarf that my mom made for me, and wearing oversized ski goggles that covered my whole face, and beside me was my ski instructor. I WAS FAMOUS!

Once upon a time, my family and I went on a vacation to the Outer Banks in North Carolina. This vacation was an event in my life that sparked a period of personal growth and a new understanding of my family and myself. This vacation was the first vacation that my dad had planned all by himself. He was super excited because we were going camping on the beach, and he loved camping. The plan was that we were going to kayak over to the island we would be staying on with all of our stuff, then kayak back in the morning. That is not how it worked out.

It was the first day of school, my mom took pictures of my sister as we were on the run to catch the school bus. I remember getting on the bus and looking at unfamiliar faces. I felt so scared and alone. I took a seat next to my sister, seeing picturistic views of the mountains and farms nearby. We were finally here, school. I met my second grade teacher, Mrs.Fallari. She seemed pretty nice and chill. The morning classes flew by and then lunch was next. I

My family cherishes vacation time together. So, one fall break, during my fourth grade year at school, we decided we would take a family trip to Gatlinburg. I had never been there before, and I was really excited. My grandparents, my mom, my twin sisters, and I were to are all pack a bag and have everything we would need for a week on the mountains.

Nervously I got seated on a plane that would take me to Frankfurt, Germany, from there we would board another plane that would take us to Budapest, Hungary, and finally to our last plane stop in 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 we got food delivered to us in our seats. My parents did not have an experience as nice as mine because my sister who was two at the time did not feel good and ended up puking. We were supposed to stay at our aunt Gabriella’s house during our time there, but once we got to know our cousins we would stay at their house instead.

I was going to California for my 10th B day. We were going to spend ten days going to Disneyland. I was waiting in the airport watching the planes take off and fly away. My planes was supposed to arrive at 1:00 P.M. We were taking a Southwest Airlines plane all the way down to San Diego California. I ate burger king close to 11:00 and 12:00 at the airport dining area. My plane finally arrived around 1:30 P.M. Getting on took a fairly short time, about 10 or 15 minutes. There were four groups called GA, GB, GC, and GD and our family was in Group B. It took about an hour for the plane to get off the ground, but we were finally flying to Cali!!!

Today I will be telling a story on my way to my first vacation! It was the summer of 2017 me and my family were going to gulf shores, alabama it was my first vacation ever and I went with my cousin so me and him could ride together, it was a 12 hour ride so we had to find something to do without getting bored the whole time on the way there. We got up at 4:00 A.M in the morning and got all of our stuff ready, then we went and picked up my grandma and her Boyfriend up and we were on our way to Alabama.

It was the summer of my senior year. My dad had hauled my family to a little country called Cambodia. We were visiting my dad’s girlfriend’s family. Exploring and traveling across this beautiful country. Food was huge while were over there. Half of them I couldn’t pronounce, and fruits that would smell worse coming out than going in. I was missing American food so bad by the time to go home. While we were there my brother and father had gotten sick, I had not. They had a little stomach aches that were nothing compared to what was to become of me.

Once we made it to Seattle/Tacoma airport we got our luggage and headed to the rental car place which sadly was an hour wait. My mother took terrible pictures of me making a goofy face, I almost died when I saw them. Once, we got our rental car, we headed to a restaurant we