How can one be so stupid?
I never traveled on a flight before I boarded one for the USA. I used to ask everyone that did, what the experience was like. How it felt to be travelling through the clouds, how it felt to look down at the planet, tracts of lands, hills and mountains, forests and concrete. Many opined, it felt like travelling on a bus, hurtling down uneven roads. Some said, it was boring, more boring than it may seem or you may expect. You can’t move much, can’t take a walk if your knees ache. Sitting in the same position for long hours is never enjoyable, they said. Someone shared with me a more terrible fact—fluctuating air pressure may rupture one’s eardrums. So, I took unconfident steps onto the first aircraft of my life that took me to Doha, from where I boarded another flight to Boston. I tried to appear confident until I was asked to fasten the seatbelt. I looked around and tried to see how people did that but failed. I didn’t want to ask for my husband’s help—we were still new to each other and I had been consciously trying to maintain a confident and street-wise facade, which he later told me he never thought I was. My husband caught me struggling with the belt and waited for a few seconds just to make a how-can-one-be-so-stupid face while buckling up the seatbelt around my waist.
I won’t remove my marital ornaments
The flight left Kolkata after three in the morning. I was seated in a window seat right next to one of the wings. To my utter
I am sure that everyone of you have heard about aliens and UFOs. Indeed, we all have heard about the famous case of aliens and UFOs in Roswell, New Mexico. Most people might be interested in the topic of aliens, but I know that the majority of you just think of it as rumours and the existence of them are impossible. Therefore, I am standing here in front all of you to make you change your perspective. I am strongly confident that I have found the evidence of their real existence to convince all of you.
AW: Speaking of the new project: when we told our viewers that we would be speaking with you many of the fans BEGGED us to get more details on an upcoming rock project. They want to know basically anything you can throw at us. Do you have a release timeframe in mind? A single in the works? Is there anything about that project you could tell us that you’re excited to speak about?
Twelve hours is a long time to sit in a confined area, even if you are able to get up and stretch a bit at times. I suppose leg room is a luxury on a plane after all. I looked out the window and viewed the ocean in all directions, seemingly as endless as the flight itself. The clear weather soon took a turn for the worst, the light fluffy clouds below turning darker and more ominous. Soon the plane is completely engulfed in the clouds. The seat belt sign lights up as the aircraft enters the turbulent air and the pilot’s voice issues over the speakers asking everyone to return to their seats. The stewardesses appear walking down the rows, checking everyone’s seat belts and ensuring all bags and loose items are secured. The turbulence gets worse and the pilot changes altitude to get out of the choppy air, but it was to no
Persuasive speech outline purpose: To persuade my audience to donate blood through the American Red Cross. Introduction:
We had a 3p.m. flight out of Portland, ME, to Seattle, Washington, stopping once in Newark, New Jersey. Once we go to Portland, our flight was delayed an hour. Once we landed in Newark, the plane came to a screeching halt on the runway, made a sharp right hand turn that about threw us out the window, and we arrived at the gate.. We scrambled off the plane as fast as we could, vacuumed down our supper and ran for the gate that had our connecting flight to Seattle. We were seated on the plane where we proceeded to sit for a half hour because of maintenance with the aircraft. While en route to Seattle from Newark, there was a thunderstorm that had us bouncing up and down in our seat. The captain only took off the fasten seat belt sign a couple of times. This was my first time ever on an airplane. The turbulence had me worried slightly...The flight to Washington, although it was rough, started my love for flying to destinations. We arrived in Washington around 11 p.m., my cousin was there to pick us up at the
Have you served in a war? Has your father or mother served in a war? How about your grandpa? As we honor those who have served we typically do so by standing for the pledge of allegiance or star spangled banner. We say thank you to our war heroes or we go and visit them and listen to their stories. In this paper I will be discussing why NFL players should not be allowed to kneel for the flag. Although the NFL players have the right to peacefully protest, they should find a different way than kneeling as it shows disrespect towards the flag also active duty military and veterans, it teaches young children this behavior is okay, what they are protesting has nothing to do with the flag and there are many different ways to get their message out.
When my eyes dared to open, the Trans Caribbean airplane had touched down barreling down the runway until the wheel brakes subdued the speed. Just a few more seconds and the ordeal was finally over. “Thank you sweet Jesus,” I whispered, “for letting me survive my first airplane flight and transatlantic to top it off.” Perspiration exuded from every pore of my body and I felt exhausted. My husband sitting next to me holding my sweaty hand while my other arm was clutching my 14-month-old child cradled in the safety of my lap. Suddenly, a loud shrill noise - my fear intensified another notch, but the stewardess quickly assured us that everything was fine; she had accidentally dropped the mike to the intercom. At last, the plane taxied slowly toward the terminal. A stewardess announced our landing at McGuire Air Force Base and gave instructions how to proceed after disembarking the aircraft.
A man announced that we would be taking off; fear and excitement rushed through me. When the plane took off it was one of the most terrifying things that I have ever experienced. I felt like I was going to puke. In order to help with the motion sickness, I chatted with the lady next to me for a while, which worked as a great distraction. It was thirty minutes into the flight when I began to feel exhausted. I laid my head down on the window and began to drift into a deep
The drive was roughly two hours, and then we finally arrived at the airport. I had been to that airport so many times, but never boarded a flight, so it was a strange feeling. It made the entire trip feel very sudden and real, and it made me excited. Going through security, thankfully, did not take as much time as we expected, and it wasn’t as complicated as I previously thought. We then waited patiently to board our plane. I was expecting to be tired because it was unusually late at night, but my nerves and the anticipation ensured I wouldn’t be sleeping for a while. At last, we boarded the plane. It took longer than I imagined for the plane to take off. The feeling close to weightlessness was worth it, in spite of that, and I was ecstatic about having the window seat and getting to look at everything
I felt the eye of judgment piercing through me as I entered the plane. I could hear people whispering and giggling. While scanning the rows to find my assigned seat, I could see the looks of concern from those who thought I might sit by them. The clicking sounds of seat belt buckles almost sent me into a panic. I was dreading asking the flight attendant for a lap belt extension, or worse, having it offered without asking. Words were not necessary to feel the intensity of mass criticism. To make matters worse, it was a hot day, and my clothes were sticking to my body, outlining my multiple layers of over-indulgence. I was overheating and could taste salty beads of sweat trickling down my face.
I was a very conceited third grader. All children have the tendency of overconfidence; I was no exception. But back in third grade, it was even worse.
For example, using a leftover coffee can for loose nails or screws, or even washing and reusing a plastic zip-loc bag instead of throwing it in the garbage. Thrift shopping is a way of reusing someone else’s unwanted goods. As I spoke about in an earlier speech about thrifting, I included many locations and ways to thrift, also the benefits to the shopper and the donator. One place in particular was shopping at the local boys and girls club. I personally shop there, keeping my eyes open for a good deal. For example, the pair of jeans that I am wearing today was purchased from this store just a few months ago. I paid only $8.00 for this pair of Lucky Jeans and according to buckle.com, a retailer for lucky jeans the retail price is $99.00 that is a savings to me of $91.00.I am not the type to worry about name brands, but quality usually does cost more. If I can get a quality pair of jeans at a fraction on the price, I am glad to shop at the thrift store. I am thankful to the person that made the donation of the lucky jeans and they can benefit from that donation. According to the IRS webpage, IRS. Gov it explains that an individual can donate items like clothing, household furniture and furnishings, a car or boat, even taxidermy. The donations are appraised, by the donator, and recorded. At the time of filing taxes if the donation equals at least $500 for the year, the donator may take advantage of the
During my persuasive speech, I used an attention getter with a story to put a face on the problem of the 5-day work week because it is something for the audience to get attached to. In my attention getter, Jeff Campbell suffers from a stroke from working long hours as an accountant. I believe it was effective in showing pathos to the problem of the 5-day work week. In my thesis, I clearly stated the topic and related it to my audience by telling them that it will affect all full-time employees in America. To conclude my introduction, I gave a preview of the what I was going to talk about during my speech, which included the problems, causes, and solutions.
On July 31st, 2017, my trip to Singapore commenced with a four hour flight from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia at seven o’clock in the morning. Despite having woken up just a few hours after midnight and running very low on sleep, I was euphoric that I was finally given an opportunity to visit such a multi-cultured country. As the airplane began to ascend, I leaned back into the stiff seat and gripped on the armrest because although I have flown a couple of times in the past, I always seemed to get nauseous and apprehensive. However, my nausea soon subsided when the airplane levelled out and the flight attendants strolled along the aisles to distribute snacks. Shortly after, I peeked out the window and admired the thin wisps of clouds in the dawn sky until I succumbed to my much needed slumber.
Whenever people ask, “If you could describe yourself in one word, what would it be?” I always replied with “adventurous.” I was always down for anything; skydiving, scuba diving, or just sightseeing in general, never have I ever regretted any of my decisions, little did I know that in the next ten hours, all of that would change.