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m., to get ready for the day and rode mine bike, so I can the 7:30 am bus to downtown Phoenix. I went to class, and then I walk to over to another building for mine other class. I start doing mine homework. Then it was time for other class, and I found that I didn’t have to be there day. I should read mine email more careful next time. It was funny to show to class and some other people was their too. Overall, I catch the bus and rode mine bike back home. Got home made lunch. After lunch, I got great

It was April 19th, 1957. I got onto my bus, the number 48 bus, as usual after a hard day at the Chrysler factory in Detroit, Michigan. I sat in the whites section, in my usual seat by the window so I could see the town moving at high speed as I drove through the bowels of the city. I’ve been working for Chrysler for 42 years, ever since I was 17 years old. I’ve watched this town grow ever since my first day on the job, when I got on this same bus. I’d gone from a simple, small-minded floor worker

Monday morning ready to get the day started. Getting up I get dressed, eat breakfast, and head for the bus. At school everything is pretty supposed and calm, my friends keep asking what I want for my birthday which is Friday. I told them all I want is to stay home, sleep, and eat some candy. At the end of the day I get on the bus and head home, I get home around 4:00 pm on the way, from the bus stop I check the mail when I get in the house I lay the mail on the kitchen counter. I head upstairs and

LJ Bus 4403.. WK5 For this week’s reflection, please write an essay of complete and well composed paragraphs (200 word minimum for the entire essay) where you describe a local company and its choice to expand into other markets. Deciding on a local company was not the easiest thing since the majority of what I consider a local company are a one owner or family owned business. Consequently, most of these smaller businesses have not expanded into other markets. There is one however, that has expanded

would even have anyone to talk to. I was worrying because I didn’t want to spend the day alone. It was finally time to get going to school. I meet up with two friends at a local bus stop. We got on the bus and to my surprise, it was kind of deserted. But except we got on at seven ten. While we were on the bus, we talked about our classes and how we felt about starting our first day. After a while, we finally arrived at the school. At first, I didn’t know where to enter the school or how

A True Nightmare in College: Parking Waking up on time, finding your classroom, as well as showing, are just some of the stressful parts of going to Cleveland State as a commuter, let alone finding a place to park. The necessity of finding a parking spot on campus close to the correct buildings is a must if you plan on commuting. On top of paying for tuition, students are asked to pay another fee to park on campus. One would think that if the parking pass was bought, a spot would be automatically

was all set. My parents walked me to the bus stop and we waited for my bus to come. A few minutes later my bus came. Their last words to me before I got on the bus was, “Go get them tiger (my school’s mascot), I got on, sat down, and looked out the window to see my parents waving goodbye to me. As the bus starts to go, I start to cry and all my mixed emotions came back. Slowly, I decide to suck it up, realizing crying won’t help the situation at all. The bus comes to a stop at our school and I start

the chance to see the WHOLE campus. Therefore, we only saw half of the campus, but it was still a great thing to experience. As we got inside a bus, I had a feeling it was going to take a long time to get there. As usual, I kept looking at the window beside me. I think we arrived a little late, so we were behind schedule. After, stepping out of the bus I was flabbergasted at how HUGE the campus was. I was excited to go or learn what things are inside the buildings and learn amazing things. As

surprisingly easy and difficult. My mornings from Monday to Thursday are the same for me as it was in High School. I would wake up at 6:20 am, get dressed, eat breakfast, walk to the bus stop, wait, ride the bus to my High School, enter my school, and wait until 8:00 am for class to start. Now instead of walking to the bus stop, my mom gives me a ride to my uncle’s house because he works near Pierce College and I ride with him to school. He drops me off around 7:40 am and I wait until English 101 begins

down from the towering trees. The golden yellow school bus came to a quick halt. About five kids stood up and got off. Then, the bus started to move again. My stop was next, but it took about five minutes from this stop to get there. The bus was empty except for me and the driver, Mrs Wendy. It had a strong smell of body odor. I unzipped my backpack and grabbed a small, pink bottle of perfume and spritzed it a couple of times. Finally, the bus stopped once more. I stood up and walked down the aisle