Open Highway Narrative

‘’The Monsters Due On Maple Street’’:This is the dimension of imagination.It is an area which we all call the a Twilight Zone. Fade in on a shot of the night sky.The various nebulae and plant bodies stand out and sharp,sparkling relief. And the camera begins a slow pan across the Heavens.”Boom”, the power goes out on the whole Maple Street. Everybody is calm until the night time came.They all started to get angry on everyone and start fighting.

Thunder rolled and rain pouring down while I was taking the easier way to go to my job . Quick glance at my rear view mirror the police car behind me. At the first moment, I assumed he was not for me. When the sirens and lights started flashing , I was driving slowly. Pulling over to right and coming to full stop. After the police officer came out of his car and headed to my car, I learned I was twenty over the limit.Therefore, he received a speeding ticket , I looked at the time and my work had already

A criminal is living with me, cooking me dinner, and caring for me; I was apprehensive. One of the most influential events in my life was when my mom went to jail. During the summer of 2010 in Colorado, she spent around eight months in jail. My parents informed me over a Sunday breakfast. My mom and I exchanged letters, because we never really had the chance to talk over phone. Unfortunately I couldn’t visit since she was so far away.

It was 10.30pm when all of us got together as one to start the jouney from the fort bus stand. We were excited when the bus started moving and couldn't wait to reach the destination. It was all misty on the way and all we knew is that we are going to have a great time. The bus driver didn't stop exactly where we wanted to get down.

The Beginning….It was an early chilly morning in November of 2009. My dad, his friends, another kid, and me all loaded up in one truck ready to head east. I was only seven years old. We were going to Missouri to hunt whitetail. This was going to be the farthest away from home I have ever been. I was excited to go hunt in a different state with different types of animals. We left from Beaver, Utah early that morning ready for the long drive through three states. The first was Colorado, and then onto Kansas. We left on a mission just like in the start of the Odyssey where they left to go fight Troy. The kid that came with us was a couple years older than me. On the way there he started to throw a fit. He was home sick and crying a lot. I just wanted to plug my ears with something so I wouldn 't have to hear it. This is how it must 've felt when Odysseus plugged his men 's ears with beeswax so the wouldn 't hear the sirens.

“Driving just fine? You’ve been swerving into the other lanes and hitting the rumble strips! You can’t even drive in a straight line. May I remind you that you almost hit an overpass?” My forehead was growing hot, and I could feel it spread to my cheeks. I leaned over the center console and turned the air-conditioning on full blast again.

The day is August 4, 2015. Bing! “What time is it?” I asked myself, only to find that it is only 6:45. “Good, I need some time” I continue to speak to myself. I somehow manage to drag myself out of my ruby red sheets. I think to myself, I’m going to Cedar Point today. I shiver and shriek in excitement. I 'm positive today was going to be the day I ride Top Thrill Dragster. After all, it was only Tuesday, who even goes to Cedar Point on a Tuesday?

Through all the disturbance, brights lights, and traffic, a bus drove past and stopped. She looks at it and seems to have recognized those numbers before. She quickly scrambles in her purse and reaches for the receipt that she was given at the airport. It seemed to have been the same exact number that appeared on the bus. The doors of the bus creaked open and the bus driver motioned for her to go onto the bus. Staring at him with confusion, she just stood there. Anna said, “He actually walked out from the bus and I showed him my paper.” The bus driver lead her to the bus, showing her that this is where she was supposed to go and was then driven to a hotel. Anna did not know it at the time, but she was given a hotel room by the airlines and was given a place to sleep. Since she was an alien to America and understood no english, she did not know what to do in New York. She was all alone thinking that she has no place to go to. As the bus came to a stop, she was led to the hotel door and all the way up to the thirtieth floor. A boy that led her to her room and spent a while showing her all the particular functions of it. She was puzzled by this, but that was the last thing on her mind. Before he left, he stood at the door and politely asked for a tip. She looked at him in uncertainty. He noticed that she did not understand him so he just smiled, waved, and

On May of 2010 I went to Kansas City, MO to see my Grandma. This was my first long car ride since I can remember , nine hours going speed limit. First, we were in the rough side of Kansas, mostly because we lost signal and got lost. We couldn’t look out the side of the window or there was a fifty fifty chance we may or may not get shot. My father of course being him , decided to race out of the avenue we were then chased out by a gang. However they did not start a drive by and we made it out safe.

The memorable day in my life is when I started Detroit Job Corps. I was nervous and happy at the same time. When I woke up that day my stomach had butterflies in it, and I was sweating like it was summer time. My face felt hot, like I was going to pass out. My mother cooked a huge breakfast for me. There were bacon, sausage, biscuits, pancakes and orange juice. We sat at the kitchen table, she asked me “Destiny is you ready to better your life?” I looked at her, smiled and I said, yes mam. I told her what my goals were for Job Corps, for me personally, and what I wanted to be in life. Time was ticking, she was on the schedule, she asked me to get dressed, put on some pretty clothes and do my hair.

There is absolutely nothing better than spending a week on vacation with your friends. This last summer, I went to the Free Lutheran Youth (FLY) convention. FLY is a large get-together where Lutheran teenagers from all over the country meet and worship. Those of us who attend Bethel Lutheran Church decided to fundraise and attend the FLY convention. This year was the first time I have attended; it literally changed my outlook on life. The week I spent in Estes Park, Colorado, brought me closer to seven people who I never even dreamt of being good friends with.

I used to be so oblivious. I would attend school every day and criticize my surroundings, little did I know how much I actually had. Come junior year, I observed a flyer for a club called S.A.L.T. (Student-Athlete Leadership Team), it seemed interesting to me so I decided to fill out an application. During our first meeting at 6:45 in the morning, Coach Jones, the head of the club, explained, “I did not cut anyone since you will cut yourself, you will give up and you will not want to put the work in, so you will stop coming. As a result, I will know who our leaders are”. That proclamation was something that genuinely made me think.

“Six weeks sitting in a two bedroom apartment with nothing to do but look at the neighbors.” You would think this would be a dull concept for a movie, sitting in a window watching people’s daily lives. But when your view is as limited as if you’re in another building, something much more entertaining is made. When photographer L. B. Jeffries is confined to his apartment for weeks with a broken leg in the film Rear Window, he spends his time looking out the window at his neighbors. With the summer heat meaning every window is open for Jeffries to peer into, he learns about everyone in his block. He even discovers a murder plot, of all things. But we aren’t sure if it really is a murder plot at first. In fact, we, the audience, are given much more reason to doubt there is a murder than Jeffries. By using subjective narration and only placing the camera within Jeffries’ apartment, the film takes on a much more entertaining story than if we had an objective viewpoint. In fact, subjective narration is the only thing that makes Jeffries the hero of the story.

“ Do you guys want to go to six flags” , asked my aunt Paula. Then I asked my mom,“ Can I go to six flags with Paula and everyone else?”My mom asked,“who’s going” I said,“ Paula,Samuel,Hans,Quejo, Jackie.” My mom said,“ Let me go talk with dad,” I said ok.” Then she came back and said,“ Yes you can go.” My mom said,“ Bye and have fun.” I got in the car, Although I thought about the scary rides, I was playing on the phone.

Becoming a truck driver was the last thing I thought I would be doing. I was a child care provider and loved it. I never could see myself doing anything except caring for children and then this wonderful opportunity came along and changed everything. I realized things sometimes don’t go as planned especially in this changing economy, and that’s when the most adventurist, scariest and yet fulfilling career change I have ever made was staring me in the face.