Bus

Days all seem to go by in a blur. You abide by the same routine day after day. You get up, you do whatever is required from you, and then you go home and eat dinner. Maybe you sit down and relax with a good book, watch television, or even check your Facebook for what is probably the thirtieth time that day. No matter what it is, there is a good chance you see some harrowing news story that just breaks your heart, a story that you think is unfathomable. You dwell on it for a few moments, but then

sits down to her plate of three pancakes, two slices of toast, and a glass of orange juice. As soon as she finishes she double, then triple, checks her book-bag to make sure she has all that she needs for her day. She walks outside and gets on the bus with her older brother, a senior this year, soon they are on the way to other five kids’ homes to pick them up too. When they arrive at the front doors the kids pile off and go separate ways towards different classes for the day as the bell rings. The

While the world is aging, it is also urbanizing. Over half of the global population is now urban, meaning that more people are living in bigger cities. The proportion of the older adult population residing in bigger cities matches that of younger age groups and should continue to rise at the same pace. Making cities age friendly is one of the most effective approaches for responding to population aging. One of the reasons for focusing on this is that major urban cities have the economic and social

my coffee, flashbacks ran through my head. The old, yellow school bus rocked back and forth over the worn, dirt path on its way to the orphanage that would be my home for the next week. The scolding Central American sun beat down on the bus as I began to question why I chose to spend my service requirement here. I tried to imagine the following week which would be internet-less, family-less, and aircondition-less. After a two-hour bus ride, my team of 20 people and I arrived at Orphanage Emmanuel.

end and the dust settled on the ground, the lady and the bus driver stood in a duel. Hand twitching as if reaching for an invisible gun. Yelling insults like, “Warthog” or “Bird-brain” at each other like a ping-pong match. All I could do was watch as the two people just glared daggers at each other. And this all started, because I wasn’t paying attention. Here is how it started: I was just walking playing on my phone while waiting for the bus. I heard it come and I started to walk toward the sound

fortunate turn,” he explains with excitement, “All we need now, is someone for the tests, someone with nothing to lose.” Los Angeles, California On a typical bus stop, on a typical city street, there is a not so typical man.This man, somewhere in his mid-thirties possible could be younger, but time has not been good to him. He lies asleep on a typical bus stop bench; wearing a ripped overcoat and a pair of badly torn pants. His hair uncombed and begs to express itself in every direction known to man. Small

蒋盈盈 (Jiang Yingying) Win 12090707 Francesca de Lucia Academic Writing 2014/01/09 What Can Government Do to Mitigate the Chinese-Style of Picking up Children? There are streams of people and cars busily coming and going everyday to pick up children in front of the school entrance of Bei Heng Primary School, Xin Cheng District, Hohhot, causing an annoying traffic jam. 经统计，北垣小学共有3000多名师生，每天上下学接送孩子的车辆有 1500多辆， 而校园周边的停车位不足200个。（11月26日《北方新报》） (my translation, According to figures, there are 3000

of school. I pack my things into my checkered purple and black bag and wait for my sister at the back of the school were the busses are parked. Our bus was either early or late. I look for our bus to see if it was at the end of the line just in case, but no sign yet. I walk to the front of the parked school busses and their it is. I walk on to the bus. It’s like walking into heavy, humid cloud. It’s a smell you can’t quite make out, but it makes you want to quickly escape. My only transportation of

He inched his way over to the second guard and bent down, taking his firearm as well. After he stood back up, he let two more rounds go in the ceiling as he yelled for everyone to be quiet and stay down. He took a deep breath and swallowed hard as the hair on the back of his neck began to stand up. If he made one false move, one mistake could ruin this entire mission so he had to be careful, keep his eyes open, and be quick. He ran up to the counter, yelling for the bank tellers to get on the

just too far away for me to see their faces. “I wonder what they were thinking about way up there.” I thought. But my thoughts were quickly drowned out by the constant cheering and yelling. I didn’t mind it that much though, especially compared to the bus ride. At least outside I wasn’t restricted to a foot of moving room and I was surrounded by nature. I have to say it was quite relaxing if you ignore all the negative things about this place. Things could 've been much worse… as I found out later.