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.
I have never been in a truck before so I had an array of emotions and thoughts when I went to school to start learning about this big truck that was both scary and exciting at the same time. After eight weeks of learning the state of California gave me a license I wasn’t quite sure …show more content…
Then my trainer Linda says to me she has to sleep. Sleep? Ok. I think I got this. Linda is just in the sleeper and that is right behind my seat so if I need her she said all I have to do is wake her. Diving to Utah was cool. And then it happened. It started snowing. Not the little cute snowflakes you see on TV while watching your favorite holiday movies, but lots of snow. It was the kind of snow that is unimaginable at least to me, at that time of my life. I have never seen it snow before, and as the cold white snow blows along the road and sticks to the window I holler oh my God. Linda pokes her head out from behind the dark heavy curtain that separates the cab from the sleeper. With her sleepy eyes and a genital voice reminds me to turn on the mirror heaters, the windshield wipers and slow the truck to an appropriate speed. Linda quietly disappears behind the sleeper curtains just as calmly as she appeared. My heart racing from the excitement and beauty loudly beats in my chest as if I had just run a race. I watch into the distance as I slowly move down a long and winding road. All I see is ice and snow and little red and amber dots scattered in the distance, the tale and marker light of a fellow truck driver leading the way. My thoughts are deep within me as I hear the crushing of ice beneath the wheels of the truck and the snow dancing before my
I’ve never seen snow in my life until we were on our way. We drove to Iowa so when we were getting close, I remember the first time I touched snow and it wasn’t anything I thought it was like. I thought snow was soft but when I touched it was hard and icy. We lived in my aunt’s house, in her basement. Starting school at the elementary in Orange City, I was used to having a variety of races in my school, but when I went to school for the first time here all I saw was white people.
A warm morning, sun shining with a slight breeze, and calm waters; the perfect day to learn how to water ski. I had never been water skiing before, I barely knew what it was, I was anxious to say in the least. I stood on the dock as my parents maneuvered the boat into the water, I’ve never been so uncertain. My family reassured me that everything would be okay as I was strapped up my life jacket. I stood on the edge of the boat, apprehensive, but I had to jump in the water, it was now or never.
but I never saw it with own eyes until I came to America. I remember my first snow, the ground was covered in white snow. It was so beautiful to watch the snowflakes fall from the sky. At first the cold weather bothered me lot but it doesn’t anymore.
For my Diverse Field Experience this semester, I spent fifteen hours at the Mclean County Juvenile Detention Center. This particular center was occupied by about 8-14 juveniles at a time, all depending on court dates and occupancy of other nearby detention centers. This center usually had 3 staff members working the shift every time I went, which was seven to nine on weekday afternoons. I was intrigued to go to at this time because I thought it would be the time of the day were the juveniles had no school work or other obligations to do while I was there. I wanted to see what they liked to do in the free time before bed, the only stipulation being mandatory snack time at eight pm.
The snow also fell onto the water or puddles and made fog. The fog covered the ground to the extent that people couldn't see anything. Some of the fog even froze and made it even more cold outside. There was an extreme amount of fog that made sight almost impossible for every person outside (“Looking Back on the blizzard of
I walked out and the white, frosty snow struck my retina. I was standing in the snow that was taller than me. My grandpa came over to snow blow our driveway. That was my first snow day that I remember. When I was around eight years old, we had settled in on base in San
It was an early December morning. The roads were slick with a thin layer of ice. The air was crisp with a winter chill and there was a slight drizzle falling from the sky. I was riding in my dad’s truck to my grandma’s, who babysat me while my parents were at work. My little brother Kaden was also with us.
So I wait for the letter and I made a new appointment. The day of my appointment the DMV let me take the writing test. So they send me to take the picture and when I was there the lady how just send me there went to me and told me that I can take the test but I have to give me IDs to a second revision. Finally I took the test and weeks later I went back to the second revision of my documents.
Big Truck, Art and Fear Travelling is my hobby, it’s been my hobby since childhood, each city I had visited had a story showed a uniqueness, I love meeting new environment, the new smell of new places. The northern part of Nigeria smell and the south had had this smell wasn’t just excited about the place I was going but also often the discoveries I made along the way My journey usually had a story, trees moving pass, cars and buses stopping over at road blocks for police security checks, the herbal drug trader that barges into the bus to sell his all-in-one drugs, a drug that cures all form of illness, then the bus preacher with a long moment of prayer, covering every part of the bus with the precious blood of Jesus, even the spare tyres
As the trees race by in streaks of reds, yellows, and oranges Bailey shifts uncomfortably in the passenger seat. Normally she enjoys the fall car rides, especially when it is warm enough to roll down the windows and let the crisp Autumn air in the car. Though today she was riding with me, but my driving wasn’t what was bothering Bailey. It was the loud music that was racing through my car speakers. The rule that Bailey had put down earlier was that the driver got to choose the music, and she really wished in the moment of the loud guitar solo that had she driven instead.
Possible injuries for Truck drivers as well as possible risk factors. In the truck driving industry, risks include musculoskeletal disorders of the neck, back, and upper extremities. Due to loading and offloading they have risks of falls from elevation as well as fall on the same level. These injuries also can be due to being struck by or against objects.
The day was just after my brother’s birthday and we had just finished celebrating his birthday. My brother was more surprised, however, by the amount of snow that covered the yards outside. We both awoke to a sight much more impressive than that of December, a white landscape obscuring everything laying on the ground, including the cars. My brother and I changed faster than firemen getting ready for a rescue, as we ran outside to see the fascinating snow that surrounded our neighborhood.