Mexico Descriptive Essay

It was getting to the time of takeoff so I saluted the captain and headed toward my seat. I got to my seat and there was a screen where we could watch movies; it was all in English though but they had Portuguese subtitles which helped me. About 10 min into the movie, the plane started to move. I grabbed my mother’s arm and held it tight.

When my mom said I could move back I didn’t start packing right away because school wasn’t over for two or three. The next two weeks passed and I had packed little stuff. My mom told me that i should start packing if i’m wanting to be ready for when my dad gets here. So I went to my room got my electronics bed and dresser. After I packed my more important stuff I went down to the garage and started getting my dirt bikes and riding gear ready to get packed up.

Colorado Brotherly Bash It was a nice, warm July morning in Shawnee, Kansas when the Turpin and Burner families started their trip to Colorado. After a long stressful night of packing and getting ready for a six-hour long car ride the journey began. There was not much need for entertainment since everyone was so tired from the long night of suffering and misery. My brother and I started fighting even in the car ride to Colorado because we just couldn 't wait that long without engaging in some sort of physical activity.

I full of excitement (Absolute), got to packing as soon as I found out. We got there by driving I believe my parents realized their mistake at about hour two because of hearing "are we almost there" every couple of minutes. We left at night so that we could sleep most of the ride, but I couldn’t, I was so excited. When we finally got there, it was amazing and all I had seen was the hotel room. We stayed in the resort so that things were more continent.

As I gaze out into the backseat window my mind races of all the crisis’s I may encounter, as we pass through miles of cornfields we finally met our target. The car squeaks to a halt as we pull up next to a glimmering grey private jet. My doors opens, Rucker escorted me to the jet evaluating my numerous amounts of task that were ahead of me. The steeps are tall and steep, one foot by one I finaly reach the entrance. The door opens and I am standing there in astonishment.

On that day me and my 4th grade class had to walk outside in a line and face the front of Charles Campagne Elementary School. When we got back to our class, our teacher, with a tear in her eye, quietly said, “On September 11th, 2001, two planes crashed into the Twin Towers in New York city.” I shrugged it off. At that age I just saw 9/11 as another school lesson, I didn 't know it was really important until years later.

I experienced a very courageous vibe when I passed by the house, as if he was there on that night. The last place we went to see was the Battleship Cove, which was a giant ship displayed as the largest series of World War II naval vessels. The Battleship Cove is a nonprofit nautical museum and war memorial, and the view was absolutely outstanding. The whole eighth grade class took a “Boston Trip” photo in front of the massive ship, and definitely created another memorable, fun time together. At last, we went back on the buses for another dreadful long ride back home, though the drive to dinner was very encouraging.

Will was puzzled about how he spent a month at that place but there was no time he had to go propose. He went to the graduation patio and he saw Melissa and he went up to her and - he heard a loud noise like a helicopter or a giant plane passing by, he looked up and saw a big plane or UFO and on the side of it is

I was raised in Arizona in the city of Phoenix. My Father used to work in a very small town call Cornville, Arizona, the town was about a two-hour drive from Phoenix. He would come down every weekend; sometimes he would stay for just the weekend and others the whole week. It was very rare that we would go visit just because any breaks that we had from school that were longer than two days, we would go to my grandmother house in Sonora, Mexico.

My mother had given me the news a couple days later: I would spend the school year at my grandma’s house. I raced around the house cheering. I was ecstatic. I loved Mima.

We got up on a Tuesday morning at 4:30 am, our flight left at 6:00 am for the Dominican Republic but I wasn’t tired. As we walked into the O’hare airport in Illinois I was so excited. We waited in lines that looked a mile long until we finally were at our gate. We sat down in faded,cushy,blue seats and waited to leave.

Despite the drastic price increase.   So, about 5 months later, I was headed to Boston. June 25th, I was dressed for success and ready to get on my first ever plane ride alone. After, an hour or so of lines and security, I was waiting and ready to board the plane.

In the fourth grade at what was then Millville, Harriet encountered a teacher who she describes as “mean spirited.” During this same year, Harriet’s mother was diagnosed with cancer. As a fourth grader, Harriet would spend her lunch breaks running the two-mile trek from Millville to her home so that she could care for her Mother while her Father worked. “If I wasn’t on the front steps of the school and in line with my class by the time lunch ended, she would consider me late,” Harriet said, grinning at the childhood memory, “most of the time the other kids would hold the line for me trying to

I wanted to stay in the hospital to wait for my mom to get out of surgery but both my parents said their wish was for me to still attend school that day. It was very tough to focus in school, but I know I still tried my hardest. The week of her surgery, I distanced myself from friends and cried when no one was around while holding onto my phone for when my dad would text me with updates on how she was doing. My mom 's surgery was very successful, and she finally came home the day before Thanksgiving.

But after awhile, you get used to the sound. After 15 years of marriage my mom finally made a plan, and left my dad. This meant that we were thrown into a completely knew culture, off of the air force base. Luckily, my schools didn’t change, but the atmosphere around me certainly did. My mom was struggling to food on the table and keep my brother out of jail, while all around