The first day of middle school is also the first day I have ever rode the bus. I don 't really like riding the bus because it 's loud, the bus smells weird, and it 's way too crowded. OI got lost the first time trying to find my bus. I walked around for like five minutes trying to find bus number nine. Luckily my friend Mackenzie told me which bus to ride that would take me to the same place.
I had one-week trip to Brazil last year and can still remember that the weather was absolutely wonderful, with the sun shining like a fireball, and it was clear sky for the most of time. Earlier in the morning, I had helped an old lady to the nearest hospital, as she slipped on the stairs and hurt her ankle. I was strolling down one of the busiest streets in Rio de Janeiro. Everyone was so focussed on their work: people were trying to sell fruits, some taxi-drivers were asking tourists if they would need a ride, others were having intense conversations with each other. I was trying to find a restaurant and wondering if I should ask
This line was for check in so the security can see if you are legally coming inside of the country. After that line we had to go get our bags when we first walk into this big space first the I see were these humongous fans, It's like the fans were blowing wind at you that was going 100 MPH. When we found our bags we had to walk for a little to find our bus so it can take use to the hotel. When we found our bus it was like this big coach bus and the seats were soooooo comfortable. When the bus started driving the bus had other people on it of course so it had to drop all of those people to their hotel so
There wasn’t a red carpet, but there were pieces of roses and other flowers spread on the ground like a trail. My Uncle was the main show, as his smile was contagious to everyone, especially my mom’s. Although no one noticed or cared, I felt because of my teeth, my smile was ugly for my age. After renewing vows, we had a quick dinner before most of my cousins and my brother got a chance to try the beach. It was really great, but didn’t last as long as it should of, but the sun had already set.
My luggage is ready to be picked up in no time at all. I buy two cans of coke in the exit area before I look out for the bus stop. A rental car is a luxury I cannot afford. I have been told by the travel agent that the bus network is well developed in most parts of the area, so I'm confident to get along without a car.
I can recall that the car was a little stuffy with the defrost heater going. It also didn’t help that my mom, dad, brother, sister, and I were all packed in it. My siblings and I were singing the entire way there since we were so excited to see grandma again. An hour later we had made it to the airport.
Eventually, he learned that the south was not the right place to be for him to feel appreciated, something most would think of as normal nowadays. Following countless hours of working and cleaning for white people, Wright eventually made just enough money to get a bus ticket up north, where he believed he would be free of oppression. He believed that he would be able “to live with dignity” in the north (Wright 234). However, it was all the same. Same name calling.
I go to Michigan every summer and it is always different parts of Michigan but never the city. The country part is beautiful and I didn’t really appreciate it until my cousin and I rode around in his Jeep late at night. We drove until you couldn’t go any further on the road and then turned off the Jeep. In silence, we looked up and looked at the beautifully lit stars since there was no pollution.
When we finally got to the zoo, we met my Aunt Karen at a special gate, and she swiped a card to let us in. We got to park in the employees’ parking lot. We didn’t have to walk very far. It was really hot that day, and it hadn’t rained in a long time. The sun was shining down on me, and I didn’t want to wear the hat my mom had brought so I left it in the car.
Summers have an air of relaxation to them for most people, but for me I can barely find a moment's rest. Because I work in the hospitality industry, summer is the busiest time of the year. My apartment is a 3 minute walk from the beach and yet I only rarely get to enjoy it. Although there are days, there are precious days, when I can just stop and smell the ocean. Where I can just sit there all day, seemingly without a care in the world.
Soon their guide Clara got onto the bus and said a few words about excursions. She was warning that tourists would be taken to hotels and then they would have rest for 2-3 hours before travelling around the city. Just not in the heat of the sun, and they would be able to enjoy the view of the Coliseum and the surrounding area, calmly walking around Rome. Those who wanted were able to take the night tour, because that trip was not included in the tour program, and should be paid for.
I wake up the screeching of my alarm clock, prompting me to get out of bed even before the sun begins its day. Outside, the street is silent, but I cannot see far because of the morning fog. I was excited for the day, looking forward to the results of yesterday’s work. In the city of Houston, Texas, vastly different cultures collide.
With an abrupt rattle and jerk, I was interrupted from my two-and-a-half hour uncomfortable van ride nap. Immediately, my nostrils were flooded with tropical coconuts, bananas, and citruses of nearby vendors and shacks. Drowned out by the rambunctious engines of motorcycle taxis were the passionate greetings of townspeople and the entire community. When I stepped out of the van, the horizon was noticeably stuffed with constant greenery and the humidity was so thick that I could almost chew it. The neighborhood seemed shabby and run-down, yet everyone smiled and treated one another like a big family.
My parents and I moved to the Dominican Republic when I was thirteen years old. Living there as a young American came with many challenges. One of the biggest threats against foreigners is violence. Within my first years of living in Dominican Republic, I had experienced two incidents at it firsthand. The first incident happen a week before school began, I was mugged by two assailants; man on a motorcycle and another man on foot.