"The wheels on the bus go round and round," my 4th grade class, from Blackberry Creek Elementary, sang on the bus. We were on our way to the Morton Arboretum in Lisle, Illinois. My friends and I were talking about how fun it will be. I was looking forward to enjoying the beautiful weather while studying plants and animals. Carson was thinking it would be boring because he would rather be indoors. Thor, on the other hand, was thinking it would be an exciting adventure. "Why do they have to be so annoying," Thor groaned to me. "I don't know, but they sure are bothersome," I responded. I can't wait until we get to the Arboretum. My friends and I were a minute away from the Arboretum and I was so excited. Our class got there
Out of the three activities I participate in at Anson High School, the National Art Honor Society would be one that has impacted me the most. When I was first put into the art class my sophomore year, I tried my hardest to drop the course. The reason being is because I knew for a fact I would not be able to fully enjoy the course with my lack of artistic skills. After being in the class for a month and completing my first art assignment, I realized how much talent I actually do possess. A passion for art was quickly created over the course of time.
In summary, on 09/21/15 at 0418 hours I was patrolling the area of 1600 S. Laramie Ave., at which time I observed a male subject with a youthful appearance walking northbound 16th Street. I made contact with the subject, at which time he identified himself as (Rosas, Alexis DOB 04/21/97). While speaking with Rosas, I detected a strong odor of fresh cannabis emanating from his person. Rosas related he had some cannabis in his sweater pocket. I recovered a silver box containing a green leafy substance from Rosas ' right sweater pocket.
On 12/24/2017 at about 1400 hours, I was dispatch to the are of Craig Road and North Fifth Street in reference to an auto accident that involved a motorcycle (2000 Harley Davidson VIN:1HD1FBW388YY619800, NV PLATE#263522). Upon my arrival, I located a white male adult identified as Charles Higgins. Higgins was laying on the street with lacerations to the bridge of his nose and was unaware of his surroundings. Higgins. Civilians who stopped to render aid to Higgins stated he fell to the right side of his motorcycle and skidded along the roadway for about ten feet.
When I made a lucky catch, I learned what carelessness could cost you. I was around seven years old at the time, and I played baseball for Lakeview Playground. It was my first year of playing hardball, and like everyone else, I had no knowledge of what was happening. Our team name was the “Grey Sharks,” only because our jerseys were
By the time I made my way back to the dining room my mother had left. Maybe she too had grown weary of the game. While I waited for her to return, I craved a taste of the repast. As soon as I place the spoon in my mouth, I realized Marsha, my mother’s personal chef, had neglected to remove the pin bones from the fish. In sheer disgust, I toss my napkin on the table and went to search for my mother.
I was born and raised in an urban area called Fort Worth, Texas. Fort Worth is the city of cowboys and culture. I would also like to add that it is the number one tourist destination in Texas. Destinations, for example, the Kimbell Art Museum, the Fort Worth Zoo, and the Stockyards are extraordinary to discover. The Kimbell Art Museum has a little, however astounding art collection as well as traveling art displays, instructive programs and an broad research library.
“My favorite memory in this dog park was when I first came here,” says a young female named Michelle as she is remembering what happened in that day with her small dog named Princess,” I couldn’t get my dog to drink the water from the water bowls in the park. The dogs put their muddy toys in the water bowls. She refused to drink from the water bowls. She waited until we went home.” Michelle was smiling while describing her first experience at the Alameda Dog Park in Oakland.
Last weekend I had to drive to savanna Illinois to a tiny city named Hanover. Me and my grandpa were driving there to pick up family to come over and spend time with us. It is a hour drive. The drive was not that bad, except for the drive back because the kids in the back were being really annoying, but they were really exited because they don’t get away from home much. On the way there we picked up donuts which were very delightful.
When I was in the 2nd grade i went on the most intresting field trip. I was surprised that my parents paid a lot of money just so i can go to the Lincoln Memorial. I can not expressed how i was feeling at that age, i was so happy. I took my bestfriend Jack, he did not have to pay a single penny. Our school was on fall break so that is when we went so i spent my whole break with my best buddy.
Born in Dallas, Texas raised in Houston, Texas, I was the type of kid that didn’t need much or that moved around a lot. I was a young dreamer wishing to be something big. I had all the support I needed, but I was just a kid… The type of family I had was the type that will give you what you want but on one condition. That condition was that you’ll have to earn it.
After years of waiting and preparing we started on the journey to the west. We made our way to Independence, Missouri to go on the Oregon Trail which was laid by traders and trapers. While there I became familiar with George Wilson who was also a working family man. A lot of families left together making the trail busy and causing jams..
As a young girl, around the age of 10 I lived in the Perry projects with my mother. Previously to moving there I would visit often to see my great-grandmother. When I would visit my grandmother there were not many other people that were African-American. The Commodore Perry Projects had been actually made for white people.
Growing up in Cypress has been a phenomenal experience to say the least. I was raised in a supportive middle class family. With a strong backbone behind me. I grew up to become independent and mature. Along with many friends that helped me get through rough times to make me the person I am today.
One night, during the cold winter, I walked along the side walk to reach the local store down the block. As I walked out, before I can realize it, I was dropping down onto the concrete while bullets swiftly passed me. I then began to run back home, but I wanted to keep running. Away from Chicago, away from the west side. Growing up in Chicago, it was easy to assume that there was nothing different beyond the blocks of my streets.
My trip to the amazon jungle It was 5 a.m. at the airport in Cali, Colombia. We were all waiting for the plane to start our trip to the Amazon jungle. We got on the plane and the flight lasted an hour and a half, and when we were arriving, we looked through the window, and the only thing we could see was endless green. In addition, the Amazon River that we could see from the plane looked like a gigantic anaconda. When we arrived at the airport in Leticia, the capital of the Colombian amazon, the first sensation I had was the suffocating heat and humidity, a kind of humidity that made my clothes stick to my body.