I anxiously sat in my dad’s 2014 BMW M6 Gran Coupe peering out the slightly grey tinted window pondering over the upcoming events. When I felt the car turn from Mitchell Lane to Palm Drive, my heart skipped a beat resulting in the notice of my father, Kenneth Northpointe. “Son, don’t worry. I know this a big step in your life, but don’t worry, everything will turn out alright,” my dad said inspirationally. “Thanks dad,” I gratefully said. My dad always knew how to put me at ease with his words and sure enough I actually felt better. After a couple of minutes of passing an innumerable amount of palm trees, which may I add were perfectly centered in a line, we neared the campus and for the first time since we started the road trip, I felt …show more content…
“What are you waiting for” he said as he developed a glare at me. “Yeah I was just abo…” I tried to explain. “DUDE WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?” he erupted. I then proceeded to leave hoping no one heard the unpleasant interaction that had just taken place. I looked back the other seats not wanting a similar predicament to take be realized. That was when Alvin and the rest of my roommates came in. My roommates saw me and guided me to a semi vacant seating area all except Alvin who sat next to the guy who I deduced forgot to take his anger medication for the last month. “We will be starting our service now” the announcer from before said “Without further adieu welcome the president of the Stanford University, John L. Hennessy,” After the presentation we walked back Cool Cafe (a restaurant on the campus) talking about the orientation. When inside we talked more about ourselves and what we did to celebrate our college acceptance to the campus. I look across the cafe and saw the blackboard cafe menu. On the top brim of the board it read “Welcome”. This sparked my mind as symbolism and closing my eyes for a second I said under my breath “Welcome to
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Oddly enough, that same person walked through my door about thirty minutes later, or at least I thought it was him. I yelled at him. Full on screamed at him for giving me a medicine that nearly killed me. He looked flustered, but then recovered moments later. “What are you talking about?”
The car squealed to a stop and I jumped out of the dinged up vehicle. I ran on the cement ramp that led me down to the Wilmington Friends Meeting’s undercroft door like I would usually do on a Wednesday evening. Grasping the cold metal vertical bar in my baseball sized fists, right over the left. I yanked, then again and again as the door clanked repeatedly. Realizing the door was locked I twirled around.
It came to a stop, dad had turned off the engine and at the same time the both of us had let out a deep sigh. Feeling relaxation taking over our bodies, we let go of the past tensions we normally have when packing the car before we left. Dad, wearing his usual tie die shirt and black shorts with yellow stripes on the side pulled out the keys from the ignition and placed them into his right
Moving Day The day I moved from the small town of Independence to Virginia Beach was one of the scariest times of my life. Independence is an extremely small town of around 900 people with one stop light. Living in a greatly populated area with absolutely no friends or family other than my husband and my youngest daughter frightened me beyond what I thought I could handle. I cried out to God to give me the emotional and physical strength I needed to make it through this life event. Finding daylight at the end of this moving tunnel that was spiraling out of my control did not seem possible.
Before I knock you on your ass. Do not come over here and threaten my friends again.” Then he said “So what are you with him now?” I looked him in the eyes and said “It’s none of your business who I’m with Patrick. He asked “Do I really not mean anything to you anymore Kas?”
The members were all clean, looked healthy and well kempt. I was expecting an entire different presentation from everybody in the room. When I walked into the room, there was a lady standing and greeting people as they walked in. She walked up to me and welcomed me, I didn’t have to explain why I was there or what I wanted. There was coffee and cookies at a table and the chairs were in the centre of the room.
Student leaders, incoming freshman, and many other students of the North Carolina Central University (NCCU) student body gathered on Wednesday September 3, 2013 at the university Greek bowl for the annual “Meet and Greet” to engage with participants running in the Fall 2013 student government elections. Student Body President Stefan Weathers says “The Meet and Greet was a very nice event that I really feel put students out there in a way that they can connect with the student body and the university.” The event began roughly around six in the evening, which gave students enough time to be finished with classes and come and enjoy the festivities going on around campus. Sunny skies and a light breeze made it very easy for students to come
At the airport my friend Eduardo, since elementary school, and the coach from my college, picked me up at the airport. On the way to the college I was asking questions about the college to my friend because he knew better than I the college and the baseball team. I remember my first question that I ask Eduardo was that if the temperature became more heated because by that time the temperature was cold, and he said “Yeah, the temperature is going to get heated in a couple of weeks”, and I said “I hope so because I don’t like cold temperature”. We spend an hour to get to Clarendon College, finally I arrived and unpack my clothes and get everything really for my first day at College.
The title of the most ‘Disorganized, Sporadically Planned, Disaster of an Event of the 2016-2017 School Year,’ must sadly be granted the 2016-17 National Honor Society Induction Ceremony. As a brand new National Honor Society Inductee, I was honored with the chance to attend this prestigious event and found myself leaving dissatisfied and disillusioned. The National Honor Society is a well-respected and important organization in the academic community, one that students work hard to achieve enrollment in and colleges view with respect and admiration. The Induction Ceremony is meant to honor these students dedication and scholastic work ethic and pay homage to the Honor students that have come before us. I had much been looking forward the event as a way to show my family how much effort I have poured into my highschool career.
Dierdre Sullivan discusses the truthful advice her father gave and that she's lived by ever since. Funerals may be the last place we want to be on a sunny Saturday afternoon, but regardless of its inconvenience we should attend. This powerful message given by Sullivan’s father illustrates the importance of small gestures, not for yourself, but for the good of those around you. Sullivan, 16 at the time her father delivered this powerful message to her, was the least bit thrilled. Sullivan was on her way to fifth-grade math teachers funeral when her dad decided it was best for her to experience the funeral alone.
Lyman talks about how significantly his life has changed and his mood, from driving the red convertible. Furthermore, the element of point of view in the story and Lyman’s clear perspective of his thoughts correlate with one another to advance the theme of “life passages” by showing the reader how we live our lives. Lyman’s mood is brightened from the car and notes the positive impact it had on his
The documentary begins with students receiving their acceptance letters from different Universities, and how exciting it is for first-year students and families to be a part of a new community. As the movie progresses, students begin to explain their first weeks of welcoming.
However, when I look back now, I just couldn’t believe how far my family and I had come which I have my father to thank for. If it wasn’t for my father, I’ll still be going to school in India without ever knowing that this other half of the world even existed, because of the rough circumstances we were facing in India. The future wouldn’t have been as bright as it now and I feel truly blessed to have come to a new world which contained many great opportunities. The struggle of being an immigrant is one thing, but the challenges of being a teenager is another thing.
I sat down and immediately felt my thighs stick to the leather seats on the steamy July day this drive took place. All of these regrets ran through my head, why didn’t I ask my parents to drive before, why didn’t I bring sunglasses, I think I’m in the wrong place, my instructor isn’t here yet. Soon enough, I spot a bald, middle-aged man walking towards the car with a confident stride. You really do have to be confident to be a driver’s ed instructor. I instantly felt at ease when he began to have a casual conversation with me about life