I signed up for the trip with my partner Reid and his best friend Lucky. By the time the trip actually came around six months later, Reid and I had broken up and hated each other. My teacher was ecstatic to tell Reid and I that we were sharing a room together; notably, she never knew about any quarrels. I had to drive myself to the airport the morning of my plane ride to Orlando, Florida. I had my permit and my mom was in the car with me, she made me drive that day because she was hallucinating.
We had the same flight back home in 2 days, but Larisa, as it turned out, had different plans. I remember us strolling through the streets late night the day before our flight, when she suddenly asked, '' Do you want to stay? '' Deep inside of my heart I wanted to, but I was hesitating. I was terrified of obscure future; nevertheless, we have missed the flight the next day, intentionally. I still remember that feeling of emptyness inside of me that day-it was hard decision.
Every year we went to my real grandma's house so nothing was going to change this year. I thought everything out and my mom and I would go to my grandma’s house on Christmas eve stay there till Christmas day then leave that night. That way I could be back the next day. This Christmas eve the procrastination was strong and I saved all my wrapping for that day so we did all the wrapping and proceed to go to grandmas house. Long car ride puts me to sleep so I fell asleep on the way up
The novel Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi follows her life growing up in war-torn Iran. At the end of the book, she is being dropped off by her parents to fly to Europe, where she will be safe. Marji has said he goodbyes, had her suitcase checked, and is about to walk further into the airport when she turns around and watches her parents through the window. Her father is carrying her mother away in his arms. This panel illustrates that war causes an inner-conflict within parents, between the desire for their child’s safety and their desire to be with their child.
“Well we’re almost there” I said trying to hide my nervousness Alex turned and gave me a quick nod before looking back out the airplane window, smiling. She seemed excited but when wasn’t she. Alex is my friend, and very social one at that, she’s a fast runner but is scared easily. She came on this trip with me to meet my parents, they were staying there because of work and Alex hadn’t met them yet. When we made we made it I grabbed my luggage and waited for my dad to pick us up.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Pennsylvania.” I look out from the window and breathe in with a heavy heart. People are rushing to get their bags from the luggage space, while I’m trying to finish the sentences from my magazine I bought, only for the reason to put my thoughts away for the flight. I quickly check if someone has called me on my phone, a emergency at work perhaps, but in my disappointment, there is nothing on the screen. I’m making my way to the taxi line, and I’m home in only twenty minutes. Overrated christmas songs is playing loudly in the taxi, and it makes me nauseus for some reason.
My personal experience with diversity started in the military. Back then, I was a young female Airman on the way to my first deployment, after arriving at the airport with no one to meet me. Taking a taxi to the nearest base happened to be the solitary idea that passed over my head. The following day, I found myself at the wrong base; so a car proceeded to pick me up. While speaking to my unit I noticed a strange tone in their voice.
He was talking about how if we wanted to go up to the casket to say goodbye we could even though it might be hard, he also told us that it was okay to cry. We left the house to head to the funeral home. There was a few hours before the funeral just for the family to be together and say their goodbyes. When we got there I felt like it was just a dream and that she was still alive. We got out of the car and met up with everyone so that we could walk in together.
My mom was worried at the airport that one of us would get lost but for us kids it’s a blast being in a new place, seeing new things and hearing different accents. We met up with my aunt and uncle who had been dying to see us; they had been planning this trip for weeks.
On the day of the trip, we gathered our things and were driven to the airport by our parents. Eventually, after a lengthy lecture on behavior, safety, and using common sense and being smart; they finally let us go and we were free to roam around in the airport until the nearing time of our flight. As we walked toward our gate, where we would be
I 'd never given much thought about how long forever could last. My mother drove me to the airport with all the windows rolled down, it was was around 110 degrees Fahrenheit in California and the sky was mysterious, unknown and beautiful all at the same time. But, it was Forks that I now exiled myself - an action that I didn 't take lightly. I loathe Forks. Charlie was waiting for me, with his police cruiser.