Hi-Way Inn, a Fitting Looking as if time had beaten it up so bad that the next strong storm would finish it off, the Hi-Way Inn was a little restaurant in Elsa, Texas. It was on 107 just after the closed down Hollon Oil gas station. You’d have to be looking away to miss it. You would also have to have a lot of guts to want to go in. It needed new paint to cover the chipping off orange-pink faded color of the building, and the rusty back screen door dangled off the side. For 3 years, I loved going there for breakfast. The plates and silverware were clean, the coffee was served in mismatched cups and saucers, and smells from the kitchen promised bacon, and potatoes, and beans and salsita-guisada, and tortillas de harina. I walked in
Growing up in South Carolina it was very adventurous. A warm night on October 03 2000 in West Palm Beach, FL Griz was born. I was born in JFK Hospital. But as soon as I born I moved to Dale, SC. All throughout elementary and middle school, I was called Dequan.
It’s June 16, 2016, and I’m in Eagle River. I’m thinking to myself, “Why am I here? I am not in the mood for this. This isn’t what I planned for. I should be walking through the competitor gates, not the gates for the stands and raffles.”
I 'm Kin Storm. I 'm 20 years old. I 'm from Las Venturas, my type of clothing, style, skills, the way I talk, all came from the Las Venturas. I had to leave my previous job, fisherman, just for the sake of reuniting my family. I 'm here today to be part of the FBI, because not all of the people have the chance to join this faction , although sometimes, I see effort in them.
It was March 1963 at Mississippi State University. I was going to class early to get in some last minute cramming before the test over chapter 14. Even though my friend Eric Swan and I study all night. Eric was my best friend from high school. Eric and I did everything together, except when he was with his racist friends.
“Come on make your lay-up, Lewis!” Coach Marshall yells. Obviously not at me though, considering I am always sitting on the bench. He yells this at Alex Lewis, our starting point guard at Rockwood High School. Also, the same starting point guard that plays over me.
To experience an aspect of local Hispanic culture, I visited Panadería Pahuatlán, a Hispanic bakery in Durham. Even from the outside, it was immediately clear that Panadería Pahuatlán was a Hispanic bakery, as the bright, eye-catching signs were all written in Spanish. Once inside, it was just as vibrant as the outside. Piñatas hung from the ceiling, display cases of desserts lined the walls, bread cooled on shelves, and racks of various other products stood around the store. Panadería Pahuatlán was immediately very different from any American bakery I had every gone to.
It’s been almost 49 years since the start of artist’s migrating to Barrio Logan began, expressing their pride and joy for their race hoping to unite their community. Although I don’t think that they really thought that their passion for art would go so far beyond what they had expected. See I am a Mexican coffee shop owner and I have here been for the past 20 years. My business is good, although sometimes I wish it could be better.
Meet my Jazz band. This is a picture of us in New Orleans my junior year during spring break to play Jazz. I decided upon this picture because this band has had such a profound impact on how I frame my future. My connection with music through the piano has been fostered ever since I could reach those shiny black and white collection of keys. Starting at the age of four, playing the classical music of Mozart and Bach was what my musical background was founded upon, with tangible medals and accomplishments as achievements.
Just Another Day in Boonsboro It was just another day in Boonsboro, Maryland. I drove on 34 like I do every day. I saw the same police officer parked at the edge of the police station attempting to scare citizens into slowing down. I drove through the narrow streets full of quaint townhouses and came to a stop at one of the three stoplights in our town.
My Theme Song Songs can connect with how we feel and our experiences. Music has been a major part of my life ever since I was just a toddler. For me music has helped me express what I am feeling and who I am as a person. My therapy has been music, it has helped me through almost every problem I have faced. With listening to the song lyrics, we can get a true understanding of what the artist is trying to tell us.
It was a Friday night. We were thrilled to be out of school, it had been a long week. I was on a short leash with my teachers since me and my pals Barry and John brought stink bombs to school and stunk up the whole cafeteria. At least twenty kids had to go home sick. Needless to say, it was the prank of the year.
Off and On I, Kevin Sandersons, am not a genius. I simply am determined to succeed in my future, yet my grades and actions in class imply the future Einstein is present, according to my classmates. But that’s not how I visualize myself. I’m 13 years old and I live in Charleston, SC.
I walked up the stairs of the building, admiring it’s beautiful architecture. A bunch of my friends and I joked around about how we would “kill” to live here - what it would be like to get lost in your house. The floor was marble, while the columns on the building
“All dreams can come true if you have the courage to pursue them.”-Walt Disney My trip to Disney World was really enjoyable, one for the record books. We drove to Florida and spent 5 days there. When we arrived in Orlando, we went to our condo, at World Quest Resorts.
I don't know dude I think everyone's all jealous and shit 'cause I'm like the lead singer of a band dude And I think everyone's got a fuckin' problem with me dude And they need to take it up with me after the show Because These chicks don't even know the name of my band But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands 'Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man All because I'm the lead singer of my band