Why Parker Is Not A Social Butterfly

It was still about five hours until our flight and Alfred looked starved after going without food for an hour. We found a parking spot to abandon his car in until we came back from the trip. The bus to the terminal took a while, but it did not justify waking up so early for the 11 o’ clock flight. It wasn’t until we got inside that I found out just how much the airport has changed. We checked in our luggage and printed out our tickets at this machine that scanned our passports. We went up an escalator to find our gate, but before we could get to it there was this huge line we had to go through.

The girls were all sitting around a pot. In all their hands they had plants. In Abigail’s

“Hey Taylor, Me and Sarah are outside waiting for you, we are giving you a ride to school.” Karina said.

Through this short story, “Fly Away Home” By Eve Bunting, we learned that family is important to everybody in the airport even to the people they don’t see all the time, but there's still family there, and that's the most important thing in

"You know, since I started my job. Combat boots aren't really appropriate with my work clothes." Carmilla slipped them on and made her way over to Laura. She turned on the iHome in their room and grabbed Laura by the hand. She led her into a Waltz. "Remember when we waltzed for the first time?"

“Okay, we’ll just let us know then. We just wanted to help. We’re sorry if we seem pesky, but we're excited to see who your date is, and hope everything turns out great—um, bye,” Holly said, and three girls rushed off.

As the new-comers feel alienated and lost in the Californian landscape, they also find familiar landmarks and conventions. The incorporation of multiple languages in the airport’s intercom system is revealed by the speaker as they say, “Above them in the terminal, voices are repeating, over and over, in Japanese, Spanish, and unintelligible English.” (Iyer 102). Everyone in this airport is coming from all different types of cultures. Each person’s unique perspective on the airport, what they find familiar and what they find foreign, is determined by their own culture.

They left for the airport. The arrived at the airport. The airport was busy than normal.

Three days after my high school graduation, Randolph and I spent a day in a whole new city. Being from Roselle, I had never really been to one of the most beautiful city such as downtown Chicago. Spending the day in Chicago was like discovering a new way of living life that I had only heard from siblings and the news. I checked my bags to make sure I didn’t leave anything essential behind and I checked them five more times. we were sleepy during the flight as we arrived at the airport and made our way to the gate. The streets are filled with an atmosphere that is like a child on a shopping spree in a candy store. I was thrilled as I realized that I was in one of the biggest airport in the United States. watching the Chicago Cubs win the World Series was the most amazing feeling.

Kevin grit his teeth. His hands strangled the arms of his blue leather seat that were embroidered with white thread. Fear oozed from every pore within his body. His body tensed as we felt the engine roar, saw the turbines spin, and runway come to life. As the plane’s thrusters kicked in, Kevin shut his eyes, but I didn’t. I stared through my window and watched the runway lights gradually merge into a single line of fluorescent orange. Before I knew it, I was gazing upon Philadelphia, hundreds of feet in the air, illuminated by the light of an afternoon’s sun. Our destination, the Marine Corps Recruiting Depot.

“Speaking of excited, I know you asked to see Carly and Pamela. Go, and be a good girl.”

Allison: (snickers) Umm… You, what are you wearing? Something from your grandma’s closet? (the whole class bursts out in laughter) And your shoes… Is that the only pair you own?

“Haha. Yeah no fuck that. It was good seeing you Diane but we gotta go before

"Hold on [Name], I gotta do my make up too. I have to impress your principal tonight." He spoke and winked. "Wait.. You're coming too, Dad?!" She asked in shock. However her father was already gone when she spoke out. The Tsutsuji stumbled to the front door too wait. Jeez, these high heels are a pain in the ass!

“Here you are Sir, have a nice flight,” said the smartly dressed woman with a foreign accent similar to that of women in Hollywood movies. She even looked similar to them in her neatly ironed skirt and matching blouse. Her hair pulled back in a bun and her heels elevated her good few inches from the ground. Everything about her looked attractive apart from her smile, which she forced on her face as she greeted each passenger. As she handed back my passport, ticket and boarding pass after checking them against something on the screen in front of her, I looked around the waiting lounge. It was the last time I would see it for a very long time. I turned round and for a minute just took one last glance of the place I was leaving behind. My eyes moved from one corner of the airport lounge to the other. From the people scattered around the lounge, to the children running about, to the empty chair behind the information desk before finally resting my gaze on the tiny teashop in the corner where I had just sat and drank water to calm my nerves. This was going to be my last memory in Vietnam.