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Narrative Essay On Bus Ride

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The journey continues by bus. Our bus ride is a bus of the economy so that there is no AC. Initially I was very annoyed because the air is very hot the whole friends bus I also feel the same way. I just hope can soon get to a destination and get out of the bus. After arriving at the Church of Ngeposari, a trip to the village of teak is continued using the truck. I feel very excited because the truck ride to somewhere there is a new thing for me. It turns out the right ride of the truck is a very pleasant, even in the middle of the dark night I can enjoy cool night air while riding truck. Again I get the value of togetherness for the narrow bus ride we help each other put a bag and lining up when going up and down the bus and also for riding …show more content…

Peter and I met with my foster parents. With a very heavy provisioning I walked from Chapel to House. After such a long walk I finally got home I was going to live in 3 days in the future. After until I realized that my foster Mom is very strong already in her old day, he was still strong enough to walk from her home to the Chapel and back again to her home. Again I get the value of perseverance, when I look at my foster Mother already down the street to get home with the uneven terrain of the streets as well as downhill and uphill. On this day I learned that as a young teenager I was supposed not to be given up easily in a many …show more content…

Performances from the Aloyisius area inviting particular laughter from the students as well as foster parents. And further performances of my neighborhood. After the play was read poetry describing life during our identity in the village. After that we sing the song "Untuk Mama" and at its peak we invite our foster parents respectively to advance to the front and say thank you in foster parents over the guidance that has been provided. The sad atmosphere of the day covered the Chapel St. Peter seem to all have been happy to stay in the village and did not want to go

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