Imagine white sand in between your toes as you drink coconut milk fresh from the tree as waves crash ten feet in front of you. You’re on a beach lounging in the sun while your friends are falling asleep in language arts. As a thirteen year old boy I got the chance to go and spend a week on the tropical island of Maui with my grandparents. I had to save up some money to get to go and by working all that summer I finally saved enough money. We started in the nearby town of Saint George and waited in the terminal for our little plane to arrive. We flew over Las Vegas and saw all the fancy hotels. Eventually we arrived in LAX to switch to the big jet to fly over the ocean. I’ve always been pretty good with directions, but in the noisy and chaotic bustling of that airport, I had no idea which way was out. All I saw were the faces and backs of people running around. Eventually I boarded the plane and flew to that mystical place known as Maui. The first things that stood out to me was the air itself. From my native town of Cedar City, whose elevation is 5,846 feet, then to sea level. From that first step off the plane, I was hyperventilating and had to go for a run to help me calm down. I grew used to the altitude by running and practicing with flippers. The next day we went to the beach and I went swimming in a warm pacific ocean. Bringing my goggles, boogie board, swimming trunks and a smile I dove into the ocean with the same vigor that a four year old woke up on Christmas
In 1983, Raymond Carver introduced his short story “Cathedral” to the public. The first-person narrative takes place within the narrator’s home, where his wife is waiting upon the arrival of her blind friend Robert. The narrator, however, becomes more concerned about how Robert’s visit will affect him rather than enjoy the situation. Once Robert arrives, the narrator tries to understand the blind man, but he is unaware of what tasks Robert is capable of performing due to the narrator’s inability to “see”. In time, Robert shows the narrator the difference between looking and seeing through illustrations of a cathedral, drawn by the narrator with his eyes closed. “Cathedral’s” narrator exposes readers to anti-heroic views
As soon as I stepped off the airplane all I could think was, “what on Earth did I get myself into?” This place was hotter than hell and full of people buzzing around speaking a language beyond foreign to me. It was absolutely nothing like what I was expecting to see. Everyday we had the same schedule; we would play basketball against the local teens and after the games we would give the
The plane took off and were in the air leaving the place I had only ever known. I remember when my parents told me and my two brothers that we would be moving to the United states. At the time I didn’t know where we would end up or how we were even getting there. All I knew was I would be in a totally different landscape with a lot of ethnically different people whom I have never met or seen before.
After all of that we we’re getting on the plane. We found our sets and sat in them and buckled up we were ready for our flight. Were on a plane I was really excited about the trip, when we took off it was going down the runway faster and faster then all of a the sudden the plane was going up off the ground then we were in the sky floating forward. Then the plane was going fast whenever I looked out the window everything on land and not in the air looked tiny it was an amazing site from up above. It felt like we were flying with the birds.
Being an athletes is one of the best-paid jobs on Earth. Being that they are paid so much the cost for the consumer is very high. The prices of tickets and sports memorabilia have been steadily rising over the years. The average ticket prices for the NHL, MLB, NBA and NFL all rose 5% to 10% this year, according to Jon Greenberg, executive editor of Team Marketing Report. (Mihoces).
Over 7,500 animals are killed in zoos because they are deemed surplus, as stated by Liz Tyson an animals rights activist. This giraffe in particular sparked a huge controversy. HIs name was Marius, he was homed at the Copenhagen Zoo and was 2 years old when the staff killed him with a bolt gun. Marius was then dissected and fed to lions in front of ongoing zoo goers. What got people fuming is that he was a healthy, young giraffe. Therefore I believe the killing of Marius should not be justified.
My arm reaches for the closest sturdy object near and in quick fear I turn to face our speeding plane against a race of varied shades of blue and purple streaks attacking the glass window. The running sound of the giant jet engines maintaining power through the sparking thunderstorm would continually cause the entirety of the machine to shake, meanwhile a feeling of mid-crisis washes over me, at least 40,000 feet high in the air, my mind struggles to fight off anxiety and instead focus upon more fulfilling concepts that reassure safety such as remaining hopeful. Perhaps, considered a nightmare or rather a beautiful creation, this intense experience accompanied my journey to America. At age eight years, my family made one of the biggest decisions that would greatly impact the course of my life, and this complete twist of a life path would take me from the Middle East, across the Pacific Ocean to the landing in the city of angels, also known as Los Angeles, California.
Source: CDC, National Center for Health Statistics, National Health and Nutrition Examination Survey. Health, United States, 2002. Flegal et. al. JAMA. 2002;288:1723-7. NIH, National Heart, Lung, and Blood Institute, Clinical Guidelines on the Identification, Evaluation and Treatment of Overweight and Obesity in Adults, 1998.
In Prescott, I was able to spread my wings and fly. Since I was young, I have been fascinated by airplanes, and for the first time I was able to fly (flew) one. The feeling of realizing your childhood dream is (was) the most amazing thing that I have ever experienced. I felt as if I were dreaming, and at any second I would (be woken) wake up. The flight took place at dusk, when the sun (was starting) started to disappear over the horizon of the desert. When I walked onto the tarmac, (which was) illuminated by the lights strung across the runway, I felt as if my life was about to change. Once I saw the plane that I would be flying, I could barely keep myself from bursting with excitement. When I was finally strapped in and preparing for takeoff, the sunset seemed to take with it any fears I had about my future as I (open) started a new chapter of my life. After making contact with the control tower our plane cleared for takeoff, and the engine of the plane roared like a lion as it sputtered to life. As we sped down the runway
“Your assignment is to write a persuasive essay and present it to the class in a week. You will be graded based on how convincing it is. Today we will be choosing topics,” announced Mr. Bowerbank, my 7th grade English teacher and ruler of classroom 110. My class simultaneously groaned at the prospect of work. I simply lifted my head with intrigue as it was already May and about time we had our first essay. He then proceeded to give examples of topics we could choose and gave us some time to think before we had to tell him our topic. My classmates were already rushing to tell the teacher their idea lest someone else steal it. That meant the usual abortion, death penalty, or drug use topics were out. I really couldn't think of anything and the teacher was slowly making his way through the remaining students like an executioner beheading criminals in a line. I have always thought that he would make a marvelous supervillain if he had a curly mustache, a tophat, and a cape. Eventually my name was called. I slowly dragged myself over to his desk. Even sitting down, he still seemed to tower over me. “What is your topic Cindy?” As usual in such desperate times, my mind turned to food. “Waffles are better than pancakes.” I figured that a waffle was just a differently shaped pancake with a nicer texture. “Hmm. Excellent topic. I look forward to your essay!” I survived to live yet another day.
Why spend money that is really needed for other things? Why live uncomfortably? Why be trapped in this hole called a home that belongs to another person? Why not live free and peacefully? When a person rents he or she usually throws away money that could be used to purchase something that belongs to them. Money is not easy to come by so why pay out hundreds toward something that is not benefit to the person paying it out. There is no good explanation for making a decision like this. The best option in a situation like this is to buy a house. Buying a house is a better option than renting an apartment.
The morning that me and my family went to the airport, it was stormy and dark in the small town of Idaho Falls. But of course, I was one of the most excited six-year-old kids on the majority of the Earth. I had never been on an airplane before and I was very excited and very nervous that the plane would shutter and crash. The plane ride took a little over two hours but was worth it. When I turned my little head I saw Utah, where I had been before, Nevada, which was full of deserts, and landed in California. I remember my Mom saying something similar to,” I see the ocean!” One thing that puzzled me was that my ears kept popping! I had to chew some tasty key lime pie gum. The second we got off the plane, we encountered a tsunami of heat, which was odd since it was April. After we would hit our hotel, we would move on to Disneyland.
Most teenagers would be overjoyed when learning they would be going on a vacation to Hawaii, but instead, I was filled with dread and anxiety. Exploring new things always made me uncomfortable, I prefer to stay inside my comfort areas and say no to new opportunities. And when I learned that family members that I hardly knew would be joining us on the trip, I grew more upset. The day we left for Hawaii I was annoyed and bothered, I put on my headphones and ignored the rest of the world.
Having escaped rule from a tyrannical British government, the United States was founded on ideals of freedom and equality for all people. These fantasies of universal egalitarianism turned out to be merely that: fantasies. American history is full of stories of the oppressed struggling to get the rights they deserve and of the controversy over these issues that consequently ensues. “The Hypocrisy of American Slavery” by Frederick Douglass and “We Shall Overcome” by Lyndon B. Johnson are two speeches made confronting two of these issues. Douglass’s speech, delivered in 1852, condemns the institution of slavery and maintains that slaves are men and are therefore entitled to freedom. Johnson’s speech, on the other hand, was written in 1965 and discussed the civil rights movement. In it, he implored local governments to allow all American citizens, regardless of race, to vote. Despite the significant gap in time between these two addresses, both speakers use similar persuasive techniques, including ethos, pathos, and parallelism, to convince their audience that change needs to be implemented in America.
One summer, six years ago, me and my family went to New York to visit my grandmother. We were off to see someone I barely knew in a city that 's foreign to me. At first I was exhilarated because of flying in an airplane and traveling over multiple states. But feelings were to change as soon as we landed.