The Flight Back At School

Tim wanted to know more about the students because he wanted to not only get to know them better, but see where they were heading in life. He implied that he was first confused on the fact of becoming a writer or a teacher, so he decided to become both. He wrote over 60 children's book and now is a feature writer for the Buffalo News. “Why I wrote so many children’s books? Because I could.” Tim said with a soft smile. When going around the room, he came across a young freshman girl that announced that she wanted to become a news anchor. Then Tim went on talking about who he taught on Channel 7. “I felt like I taught half of Channel 7.” He expressed with a chuckle. Then continued going around the room. When finished, he began explaining what he does and expressed that the biggest part of his job is writing long form narrative scripts, which is a magazine like stories, but in a newspaper and personality profiles as well.

This is my first plane ride since my mom and I moved to the quiet and boring Covington, Louisiana. My mom forced me to go on this school trip to New York City. And I thought the school year couldn 't get any worse. On the 3 hour flight I had to sit next to Pizza Face Pete and Stinky Sally. But hey, at least I’m not sitting next to Mr. Swanson, I heard he went to prison for drug distribution before he became our assistant teacher. The flight attendant said we were starting our descent into JFK, right as I went in the bathroom to get away from Sally’s vile stench.

It was in the middle of June in Fort Benning, Georgia. I had been training for two weeks in Airborne school, completing what soldiers would call “ground week” and “tower week.” It had been two very tough weeks of training, waking up every day long before the sun was up. Running to every training site, sleep deprived and starving, it was more mental toughness than physical.

We were all screaming as the plane was plunging towards the ground. I looked over at Simon and his son Timmy, we all knew what was happening. The plane hurtled to the ground, it felt like forever. Then we crashed, I couldn’t think right all the passengers that were on the plane were gone all I could see was Simon across the middle of the plane. Then this dirty disgusting looking man came and picked up Simon’s son and left with him in his arms.

The air was balmy and humid, and I was still wearing my jacket from Washington which suffocated me now. As the airplane unloaded, I waited anxiously, tapping my feet like a drummer keeping rhythm to a silent song only I could hear. It was December 25th, 2013, and I had not seen my nephew since July when he had returned to New Mexico to start school. Now it was Christmas break, though, and I had a huge Christmas surprise waiting for him.

Telly gets scared and Andre comes up and says, he picks it up the paper airplane and the teacher said don’t do it again.” The teacher assigns the first assignment and it is a big project. The project is to tell the teach what she needs to know to help teach them. Telly freaks out because he has no idea what to do. Andre is telling him that this is a easy project.While Telly is working on the project he is called to the principal's’ office. At the office Telly gets lost and the principal calls

I can feel the wind blowing through my hair as I speed away from school on the last day before summer break. I continue to speed up as I get farther away from teachers, sports, and my classmates. It wasn’t until I see red and blue lights and hear the sirens of a cop car pulling up right on the tail of my car that I slowed down. I look at my speedometer, turns out I was going fifteen miles above the legal speed limit. I try to smooth talk the officer… Why did it have to be HIM. By him I mean the officer who was pulling me over for speeding, but this is the third time he had pulled me over… He tells me that using my father’s name couldn’t save me this time. I was going to be in DEEP trouble when I got home. Good thing dad was still at the station

One afternoon, after a busy day of swimming and playing outside in the hot summer sun, John and I came inside to relax and cool off a bit. John began playing with a few of his most prized possessions, his toy airplanes. Then he grabbed one of his

The humidity and stench were overwhelming, but I kept thinking and reminding the children that it was going to be all worth it. I had only seen a few familiar faces, but most of them I had never seen before in my life. Before the first night ended, Maribel and the children had made a few friends on the ship. It was a good way to make the voyage go by faster, for when they were at play everything seemed to go faster.

My parents’ original plan was to send me to live with my grandparents, but during that time my grandmother had a cold and she didn’t want to infect me. As a result, my uncle Hong, who is my dad’s big brother, picked me up at the airport. They

I spent one semester in public school during my freshman year (2013), where I experienced a great deal of bullying and harassment. The bullying prevented me from having the educational experience and environment I needed, especially while I was struggling with my issues at home as well. Because of these factors, my family made the decision that temporarily homeschooling would be the best for me. Even when I returned to public school, I was not given access to the course load I desired. Repeated attempts were made to enroll in more Honors and AP courses, as well as more dual enrollment classes, but the school administration was not willing to help me pursue my college preparatory path after I returned from home-schooling. However, I view my

At baggage claim I grab my hot pink rolling suitcase with white flowers while Crystal and my parents get the rest of the baggage. The wind is whipping my hair around like an tent in a storm, we’re outside looking for my aunt Lizette to drive us to the 2 bedroom apartment my parents purchased us on Gibb street, about 2 hours later we arrive. I look around wide-eyed thinking how tiny the apartment looks but not mentioning it as not to sound ungrateful. “I know it's tiny but it's all we could afford I hear mom say I guess I had been making it obvious.

While I take full responsibilities for my mistakes and while it’s no excuse, in all honesty, I didn't accommodate my class schedule to my living situation. In the attached documents, you can see I lived in Koreatown, Los Angeles, California and was traveling by bus and train to Long Beach City College, Monday- Friday. I would wake up at 6:00 am every day to get ready. I would then proceed to leave at 8:00 am to walk to the bus stop and ride it to Downtown Los Angeles. Afterwards, I would walk to the Blue Line Station and catch the train. The train usually had difficulties such as multiple trains having to use one track, therefore, delaying the train at one stop for 10-15 minutes. Consequently, I would miss my second bus once I arrived at the

One of the things that I hate being in a plane crash now is that I have to wait for people to get me while I am in a plane. Awhile ago I heard some kid talk to me, he said his name was Patrick and people would get me soon. I hate that everybody is probably in a warm hospital while I am out here in the cold stuck in a plane. Mrs. Jemmison told me the time whenever I asked so that was nice. The last thing I remember about Tuck was me taking the magazine away from his

“Brrrring” rang the alarm. When I woke up I had to take a shower. I woke up around 7:30am just before my grandma came to pick us up(my brother Chris, sister Megan, My mom, and I). We were going to Florida to go down to Disney. All of us are riding in two airplanes down to Disney, and this will be my first plane ride that I went on. My grandma picked us up at our house and the airport is an hour away from us. When we got to the airport it didn’t take long to get through the security to the wait room before we had to go on the airplane. We waited for about an hour for it to arrive and be al set to go.