The Experience Of My Life In New York City

I put on a pair of jeans and walk downstairs into the dining room, there was a plate with frijoles, chorizo and tortillas waiting for me. My grandmother brings me my favorite drink, homemade chocolate milk. I sit down and across from me is my cousin Lesly. She was bored, she always was.

Ever since I was a little girl, New York City always seemed like a place that was magical. My family’s TV on Thanksgiving was always broadcasting the enormous balloons, extravagant floats, and millions of people lining the streets of the city for the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. Freshman year, excited squeals and giggles erupted from my brother and I after our parents told us that we would be visiting New York City for the first time to witness the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. After several months of waiting and lots of turbulence, our plane hit the landing with a thunk at Laguardia airport and reality set in: we were in the city. Walking out of the airport was absolutely surreal. The sights, sounds, and smells surrounded my family and

“Wake up, Logan.” That is how I remember my day starting. i was sound asleep when my mom woke me up i had to pack my bag because i was going to florida with my grandma . So i had get my bag packed and ready to go by 3:00 so i rushed myself and i was all packed and ready. All i was waiting for was a red jeep liberty to pull into our driveway.I got into the car and was ready to go so we drove to bloomington and we rented a hotel and our flight was tomorrow morning at 6:00 so we had dinner at noodles and company. So we ate and went to the hotel and we went swimming for a little bit so the time came 7:00 came we got ready for bed.DING,DING,DING,went our alarm we jumped out of bed and got all our bags together and jumped into the car.to the airport we go we got to the airport and

A few hours earlier I had no idea what I was going to be doing with my afternoon. My family and I sat in the car talking, while my mom drove down the freeway. We started to drive into the city, big sky scrapers surrounded us. My mom exited the freeway and headed downtown. I’d only been in Chicago once before, and it had been for a short hour. We drove around until we found a parking garage. I hopped out of the car, stretching my legs. If you have ever been in an underground parking garage you know their cool and can smell pretty awful. Then we headed out to explore.

By the time lunch came, we all hiked back to my car to eat the lunches that I packed for everyone. As everyone joked around, I sat back and looked at the scene before me. I realized how fortunate I was to be playing hockey on this beautiful day, with the perfect temperature and the sun being out. After the quick lunch, we all raced back through the crisp air, yelling and cheering. As the sun started setting people started clearing off the ice. Time went on, and the cluster of people around the warm and bright fire increased. Around one of the fires all of my friends and I sat and told stories of the summer. I glanced at the shadows bouncing off of the snow, and then to the clear sky that held thousands of bright stars. During the walk back to my car I could faintly hear the unique sounds of the wolves music bouncing through the air, and smiled. As I got home I thought about the events of the day and knew that I made many memories that I would tell for years to come. I drifted into sleep thinking about the next year and all of the new stories to

My dad had to stay home for work that weekend, so we said our goodbyes and waved as we pulled out of the driveway onto Cermak road. I looked at the GPS and it predicted a 5 hour car drive. I was not excited whatsoever for this because I do not like long car rides, but I knew that I had plenty of homework to do to keep myself busy. My sister put her headphones in and began to take a nap while I took my IPad out and began to work on the Biology project. I sat for about an hour editing and finalizing the video my group had created about the grassland biome. Then, I began to read my English literature circle book, Life of Pi. It began getting dark very quickly. After about a half hour of reading and annotating, I could not even see the pages anymore. I gave up on doing the rest of my homework, so I put my headphones on and turned on my Spotify Daily Mix to listen to the rest of the way there. I watched the landscape change from the oak brown forests in Illinois to endless farmlands in Indiana to the magnificent Lake Erie in Michigan. We took a narrow steel bridge over Lake Erie to get to Grosse Isle, Michigan. Once we crossed the bridge, we continued on the main road until it ran into Maise Court. My mom pulled up into the driveway and my friends, Josie and Allie, were already waiting there to greet us with their new dog

I opened the door of the huge truck like vehicle, threw my backpack inside and sat down in the black leather seat. My sister was next to me it the middle seat holding our little dog daisy and one of her plush toys in her hands. A few minutes later, my mother got inside, started the engine and we pulled out of the driveway. I took one last glance at our old house knowing this would be the last time I would ever see it and then saw my friend waving goodbye from his house. I waved back to him and then turn around in my seat and looked at the road ahead. It was going to be a long trip, but I was ready for it. I started getting more and more excited about our new house in Idaho and what kind of new memories I could make there, all the new people I would meet, and friends I would make. Then I thought, maybe Idaho won’t be so bad, maybe it will be even better than

When I woke , I ran downstairs to make some breakfast. Nobody was home at the time. After I ate I grabbed my phone and speaker, and ran to my room to do some tumbling.

My alarm went off at 4:45a.m. As soon as I heard it, I knew I had a long day ahead of me. My parents started screaming and telling everyone to get in the car. My mom, dad, two brothers (Nico and Adrian), grandfather, and I all put our luggages in the car and got seated. At 5:00 a.m. we were out the door and on the road for a 10 hour drive to Seaside, Florida.

My move to NYC ended up being an abrupt push into adulthood that was more daunting than I expected. I found myself in a large,expensive city.Due to my family’s financial situation,all costs of living were on my shoulders, and I attended a university with a demanding course load. I found myself needing to learn to manage my time, make money, and navigate this foreign place. This led to a rocky start academically. Determined to succeed, I considered all my resources: college events, my advisor, and academic centers. I created an increasing trend in my GPA,and I took a major I was passionate about.I worked multiple jobs sometimes up to 30 hours a week, while still gaining unique life experiences. Although my path to this point may have been

We went through the western part of New York near Buffalo and we stopped in Niagara Falls. When I think of New York I think of gleaming lights, the nicest hotels, really nice people, and crowded streets…. where I stayed was the COMPLETE opposite. It was gray and gloomy, we aren't used to humidity either, there was trash laying around everywhere and some odd people walking around. The buildings were small and covered in graffiti. I am looking at the surrounding scenery, little puddles here and there, dirty windows and buildings that did not lean over the city, there weren't as many lights on as I thought there would be. It was plain, boring, dark, and gloomy. We walked into the hotel called the Sheraton. As soon as we stepped foot in there it reeked of something terrible none of us knew what it could have been. As we were walking up to our room the hallway wall paper was tearing off the wall you could hear the water heater booming through the halls. Lucky us, our room is right next to it. That night we went out to go get dinner on the way there we decided that we were gonna go and see Niagara falls. The walk there was a couple miles maybe not even that. When we got there, you could feel the little droplets of water splashing on your face from the waterfalls you were standing next to the huge waterfalls. There was a little boat going towards the waterfalls they looked as if they were about to be sucked into the enormous

I grew up in New York State, home of the city that never sleeps. This state is known for Manhattan or the Big Apple, but that is only one of New York’s five boroughs. Where in New York did I grow up? Well, in New York there is a quaint borough called Staten Island. It is in Staten Island where I did just that.

For several years, my job required that I travel to New York City once a month. My perception of the people living in the city after a few trips was that they were extremely rude. Over time, however, I learned that this was not a fair assessment on my part.

Then the world began shutting down. The airports, which was awful because our Mom was still in Utah, visiting her sister. The schools, which was great for the first day, and good for the second, and then as time went on it became less enjoyable and less fun. The roads were impossible so the fridge was emptying quickly. We couldn’t watch television because Channel 5 covered the blizzard all day. A motorist, dead of exposure in a stranded car. A man, dead of a heart

Life changing events happened in New York City. On September 11th, 2001 was without a doubt, one of the most terrorizing experiences in the history of our Nation. You heard screams of agony from people who were trying to seek safety for their loved ones. Pillars of smoke filled the sky as innocent people cried out with agony and hurt of the injured and of people who didn’t understand what was going on. The streets were filled with clouds of dust and debris. The news reporters told of the gripping story of how terror had struck the very hearts of the American people. Our President, George W. Bush gave clear and concise demands to the events within a few days following the horrible attacks on the Twin Towers. The demands that later led to new ACT’s being passed by Congress, would have a drastic change to what we call Civil Liberties. By definition Civil Liberties is the state of being subjected only to laws that are established for the good of the community, especially in terms of our freedom of action and speech. When we think of the violation of Civil Liberties we think of those who are detained under specific verbiage, all the while understanding the Privilege of the Writ of Habeas Corpus will be measured for its effectiveness by ensuring the actions against the War on Terror, are justified.