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Furthermore, O’Brien describes this jumbo jet as if it is a real bird. He explains its appearance as “a big sleek silver bird with feathers and talons high and screeching”, to explain the beauty of this plane. He uses imagery to emphasize the significance the freedom birds has on them. O’Brien gives a clear picture to allow readers to understand that even with their emotional baggage, they still have hope that they will one day be happy

The passage became ever more sloping as he advanced. His body was inclined at a sickening angle. Strange streaks of blackness seemed to cross his vision, as he half fell, half slid the few feet which yet remained to be traversed. Orloff’s head crashed into something hard, which half stunned him. A moment later he opened his eyes, and saw before him a heavily barred iron grating, and – a skeleton.

‘The windsurfer belongs to my buddy. It’s my first time. I don’t know how.’ His voice trembles. Is it from the cold?” (Spring, 2) “I reach into the cockpit and take out a rope. ‘Hold on.’ I toss the rope. He misses. I throw it again and he catches it.” (Spring, 2). Teresa is faced with a hard choice, but she does the right thing by helping the boy, even when it will

The book is littered with explanations about fishing. I admit that I frequently got lost in these passages. This knowledge is an important element of the story. When a component of the boat malfunctions, readers know the significance of this to the sailors. Without this, the book would have provided a message that only other sailors could understand. Junger, by supplying this information, wants to make sure that all readers can fully grasp the danger and suspense of the book.

Fear holds back a person’s ability to commit to an event, a relationship, and contains one back from his or her dream. As a child, I dreaded boarding an airplane due to the altitude and the pressure closing one’s ears, a terrifying experience. In addition to my fear of airplanes, flights would absolutely bore me. Hence, my impatient reaction of shaking my leg in a fast paced, up-down motion, a nervous tick. Over the years, every time my parents announced a trip that required an airplane flight, the idea would horrify me. Nevertheless, the distinct moments I boarded airplanes, there were always hints of curiosity about the bird-shaped flying machine. How does this strange machinery work? How could an airplane be this frightening? That fear was the foundation of my commitment to aerospace engineering.

In the months, weeks, and eventually days leading up to my flight to Germany the panic was gnawing away at me. Despite the fact that this wasn’t the first time I was venturing out without my parents or even my first time on a plane, it was my first time for a myriad of other experiences in my life. My first international adventure, my first time living with a family that wasn’t my own, and my first time being surrounded by people speaking a different language; all of which began with a simple decision to cross the threshold between the jet bridge and the plane.

His 18 years of life crossed his eyes instantly. He started to become nervous and insecure gradually as the airplane was elevating in the air, and he was afraid that the airplane might drop. He could hear the wheels rolling on the ground loudly and it was unpleasant to him. Fernando’s body was reacting. He felt compressed in his chest that his lung was too large for his chest, so he had trouble of breathing, and his heart was pounding rapidly against his rib cage. During the trip, the airplane met a turbulence, so he began to feel more anxious and fearful. He felt that everything in his body wanted to leave him. His blood pressure increased, so he became agitated. Soon he started to feel dizzy and light headed. He was about to lose control of his body; therefore, he grabbed the seat handles tightly and pressed his feet intensely against the floor to prevent his body from shaking. Meanwhile, he was being extremely quiet, and all he heard were the turbulence, his heart beat and heavy breathing. As Fernando described, the ocean view out of the window was beautiful, yet he could not enjoy looking at it at all.

As I got stuck with the window aisle seat, my attention was diverted outside the plane; clouds as white as snow, and the surrounding atmosphere was completely empty, but the noise level on the plane was highly aggravating to my ears, so I forced in a pair of headphones into my ears. Yet, I could still hear the chatter of other passengers, the wailing from children and the constant repetition of the stewardesses asking passengers “Any beverages?”

“One ticket to Oxford, England,” I grunted to the clerk. I boarded my plane with only three things: Doc’s knife, a tattered sack of money I earned from the mines, and a hunger to become the welterweight champion of the world. I had been working in the mines for three years now and had made quite a bit of money for myself. I made my way to my seat and waited for takeoff. My chest began to burn as my heart thumped wildly. I had never been on a plane before. The engines began to vibrate as

During my senior year, I was presented a project in my AP Literature class, which resulted in giving a two-day class lecture on an analysis of a short story I was assigned. I was paired off with a few of my friends and we were assigned "The Catbird Seat" to discuss. We decided to use a Piktochart, an online infographic, the first day to explain our short story and do Kahoot/questions the second day, but since all of us had busy schedules at the time, each of us choose different parts to complete. I was given the responsibly of doing all the analysis questions to discuss plus the setting/character analysis for our Piktochart. My group reconvened a few days before we had to present to run through it along with making sure everything was right.

The EDS pilot in the short story was presented with a troublesome conflict on his voyage; he had to decide whether to save the life of an innocent girl, or abide by the protocol to continue his passage. When

The sound of the engine was deafening. Then again maybe my heartbeat was the sound pounding in my ears. Sudden panic mixed with excitement over takes me as I think, "what have I gotten myself into now?!" But, then I look over at my partner in this so crazy it-just-might-work adventure. I take a deep cleansing breath and look at the picture of my boys, which I have secured to my in-flight reading materials. They all said the flight is the worst part, from there the action will be of a different sort. The clinic would be up and running in no time, but first there was some prep work ahead of us. Taking a cue from my partner who is reading up on our assignment of the Indigenous people of

“So what is a helikipter again,” I asked as the machine I got into started to raise above the ground. When Brackish said we were going to the base I did not figure that he would force me to ride in something that was worse than a car. I offered to fly behind and follow or atom scramble to the base but he refused to allowing saying I could find the base easily again if I did that. I did not understand this and I did not want to be in this machine but I was doing it all for Anna, my sweet little wild fire. “It’s helicopter and it’s like an airplane but with a propeller on top,” he tried to explained. “I am still lost,” I admitted. I may have started reading the Dictionary to learn more modern words and reaching any of them I did not understand but I was still working on it.

Jonathan’s pursuit of the perfect flight took everything from him. He lost his health, his family, his friends, and even his home. Although he struggled at times

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