My heart started to pound against my chest as I suddenly became nervous, second guessing myself on deciding to come on the trip in the first place. What made me even more nervous, was that us students had no idea where we were headed. Two charter busses were waiting for us, so I reluctantly said goodbye to my family and hopped onto the bus, fully putting my trust in the Lord and trusting in the plan he had for me the rest of the week. After an hour and a half in the bus, we pulled over at a rest stop in Springfield to have breakfast. We were almost done eating and
"I nodded an okay as I grabbed an apple I was about to take a bite out of it when Lydia shoved me to the door making me drop my apple. "Lydia!" She gave me an innocent look and dragged me to the jeep.I sighed opening the door as Kira scooted over because Lydia was sitting in the front with Stiles. "I should 've let my dad drive me today." Everyone seemed to have heard me even Stiles.I just gave them an awkward smile and looked out the window as we drove to school.I really didn 't want to talk to anyone.I decided after a minute to text Bon-Bon.She replied and told me a everything that had happened there since I left.
I have been waiting since the start of summer for this day, the day to go against Topeka West the school that have been talking stuff for the longest. There was so much hype about this game and it was finally here, when the bell ringed at the end of the day i rushed out of class and got on the bus to head over to chandler our practice field. When we got there we all the football players loaded off the bus and when we got off there was a table of chips,water,gatorade,PB & J and fruit snacks so we didn’t play on an empty stomach. After we ate and got ready coach talk to us for a little bit and then we got on the bus to head to Hummer sports park, it was a loud bus but i don 't think coach cared because we was hype going to play t-west. Topeka high and Topeka west have been rivals for ever in almost every sport but mainly football.
December 3 2015 was the Newton Railers seventh grade basketball team second away game. I was waiting all day for the basketball game it seemed like the day was endless. Finally 2:50 came up on the clock to let me know it was time to leave class and get ready to get on the bus. I got all my gear and got on the bus. I put my headphones on a got pumped for our game.
Jiang Ji-li is walking home for lunch and passes the police station but, she does not continue on as usual. She ponders whether or not she should stop and change her name because an article was recently published about her family that exposed the fact that she is the grandchild of a landlord that once owned close to half of the city Nanjing. Jiang Ji- li is ashamed and annoyed by her classmate’s reaction to the report in the Workers Revolt. They all immediately turn on her by gossiping and teasing her. Her classmates stand in tight groups during school looking over their shoulders and whispering to each other and a neighborhood boy follows her home loudly chanting “Half-City Jiangs!
“It’s a tradition to go to Poly. My mother, father, sister, and cousins all went there,” said Kweli Gale, a North Carolina Central University student. Traffic accumulates every morning as parents drop their children off in front of the school on the busy main road. Horns honk and children are screaming to their friends as the parents come to a stop for about seven seconds because the street prohibits parking. You see children walking from every direction down the road as parents aim to beat traffic and drop them off further.
Day break and they were at it again, Mrs. Ortner was making her rounds on the bus handing out study material for all competitors for you guessed it, another study session. On the bus, in the airport, on the plain, and on another bus never has a group of high school freshman studied so diligently. After being settled into our hotel and getting a good night’s rest the chapter woke for breakfast only to find hundreds of other students there to compete, this made that nervous tension just a little stronger. The rest of the day was filled with motivational speakers and icebreakers. Night fell and to fill the down time advisors set up a V.I.P.
Soda tells Pony that they 're planning a big party, after which there will be a rumble and the Greasers will run the Socs out of town.Pony asks if Sandy will be Soda 's date for the party, and everybody gets uncomfortable.When Sandy 's parents heard about Soda 's marriage proposal, they sent her to live with her grandmother.Darry and Soda leave for work, while Two-Bit stays behind with Pony, who does some cleaning to prepare for the social workers ' inspection of their home.Later, as they 're walking to the hospital, Pony realizes that a blue Mustang is following them.He wants to run away, but Two-Bit seems to think it 's safe.Randy Adderson and David, the guy who tried to drown Pony, are in the car.Pony gets into the car to talk with Randy, while Randy 's friends and Two-Bit wait for them.Randy tells them how surprised he is that Pony, Johnny, and Dallas saved those kids.He says wouldn 't have saved them, and he can 't believe Greasers would do something like that.Pony tells him that it doesn 't have to do with whether you 're a Greaser or not, but with who you are as a person.Randy says he 's tired of all the fighting.Bob was his best friend, and now he 's dead and Bob 's mother "has had a nervous breakdown".He says that Bob 's parents gave him too many things, and never forbade him from doing anything.Randy says that Bob did all those bad things in the hopes that his parents would care enough to try to stop him.Randy talks about Johnny being on the verge of death.He
Additionally, to prove the theme of that you can never take your mistakes back no matter how hard you try, the story, Betty Ann states, “Once, years later when I was home from college, I saw Betty Ann in the doctor’s office. She didn’t even recognize me. Sticks and stones only break bones. Words can shatter the soul. A little, quiet, picked-on-10-year-old runs away because kids on the bus laugh at him.
When ever I call him Dex doesn 't turn around and people look at me like I am crazy. I slam my backpack down on the desk breathing heavy this time two years ago he walked me home this time two years ago he took me on a date. I remember everything we did, I still claim I am dating him, because I haven 't got over him yet. My my guidance counselor said my
Dropping my backpack onto the sizzling seat, I lowered myself to the floor of the bus, part for shade from the early June sun, part to avoid having to say my goodbyes. Reaching into my pocket, I found my phone and a tangled pair of earbuds with wires frayed from daily use. As the school bus rolled out from the parking lot for the last time, I placed the headphones in my ears and tapped play. Closing my eyes as the bus hopped over a pothole, I was blind and deaf to the world around me. The first night, I spent an hour on Amazon searching for curtains.
Towards the afternoon my cousins and I went out to play when we heard some of the older teens talking about what was going on. As we sat on the old green wooden porch, I overheard one of the teens say that the KKK was coming and they were going to go to their rally to kick them out. Being a naïve child, I thought that the KKK stopped in the sixties. I remember right after hearing what he said I immediately ran into my great grandmother’s house to ask her what it meant. My grandmother
Then I do all my home work for all my teachers. When I get up for school every day he beats me for not doing my chores right. When I get on the bus there is one kid that bully’s me, but I can’t do anything about it. When I get to school I have my headphone in me ear. I go tell my greatest teacher and tell her all about was going on.
Which is funny because she wants to be a police officer. She then called ahead saying that she was running late, and cautiously drove all the way to the school. We then got there and inserted ourselves into the group of freshmen and their parents. Then after an hour of boring talks the actual students were going to leave and do other things while the parents were going to another room. I had no choice but to go with the parents.
Walking off the bus and running straight to the park was my neighbors and I daily routine. To this very day the voices of our parents yelling our names just to get us to drop off our backpacks and to change into our “outdoor” clothing echos in my head. Of course we ignored them. The top of monkey bars was the chill spot, well mainly for the girls. We’d play hand games, truth or dare, and chicken in which I always won thanks to my very long legs.