We got to the airport and just like in the beginning we waited and waited and waited. We finally got on the plane and left the most beautiful, The most fun and the second most tropical place in the United States of
It took about an hour for us to get on the next plane ride. Well we were on the plane this one I slept the entire trip I was so tired from waking up at 3 o'clock in the morning. especially with all the excitement it just drains all your energy. It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon when we reach Orlando, Florida. The first couple minutes were a little busy.
I blocked out a significant portion of the car ride until the chaperone driving said "Only 30 more minutes to go boys. " I'd like to tell you that what I saw was the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced. The mountains looked like green waves that flowed infinitely with countless valleys crowded with life. This was the initial turning point in the trip that almost immediately altered my entire mentality for the trip. The next morning, after a lengthy 5-hour night of sleep, my individual team of 11 people departed into the mountains in pursuit of a specific house that was in need of help.
An outsider: a person who does not belong. I stepped onto the chilly, uninviting plane with a sparkle of hope and adventure in my eyes. I was flying in an enormous plane to go on a gruesome eighteen hour flight. At first sight, every single person shot at us, not because we were flying a plane. But, because we were eight American-
Of the three planes that crashed, two of the planes hit the Twin Towers, and one hit the Pentagon. The plane that didn’t hit anything had passengers that fought back and crashed it into a field in Pennsylvania. Powell Middle School had a trip that offered any honor roll student the chance to go on a school trip to New York. I worked hard all year, and I was able to attend the trip. We went to many places, one being the 9/11 Memorial.
Which is what Donald Hall paints beautifully in "Kill the Day". The first way Hall describes his grief is that it didn’t even feel like he was in the same world. As if he was in a state of limbo his first year of her absence. Starting off the poem depicting a car flying off a pier "for a year without gaining or losing altitude" (pg 386 stanza 1 line 3). If you have ever heard of someone describing a major car crash, where they took off into the air this may sound very similar.
It took just forty five days for United States citizens to acquiesce their rights to freedom and privacy for the sake of safety following the events of September 11, 2001. Forty five days is how long it took the United States Congress to pass a law that gave up the very concept of liberty upon which this country is founded. The morning sky was a brilliant shade of blue with not a cloud in sight in New York on that fateful day of September. That all changed at 8:45 AM when a Boeing 767 jet plane tore into the north tower of the World Trade Center. Eighteen minutes later, a second Boeing 767 bit into the sixtieth floor of the south tower.
Somehow everything that could have gone wrong did, the airline lost my luggage, I got lost on the streets of Toronto with a fellow student, when we went on a tour of the university of Toronto the director of admissions managed to hit me in the head with her folder not once but twice, and I managed to twist my ankle the first day. Even though all of that happened it was still one of the most amazing trips I had ever taken and I never stopped smiling. It was the first time I was able to see a place
We finally got to Punta Cana after being on the plane for about 4 hours. The first place we went to was the front desk and we found out where our hotel rooms were located. We eventually found it after going up the elevators.
Kennedy International Airport in New York on July 17th, 1996. TWA Flight 800 had a rather normal day up until the crash. The aircraft was on its way from New York to Paris with a layover in Rome and had been in Greece previously before reaching New York (TWA flight 800 crash - Atlantic Ocean off New York: 1996 1). Once the plane had arrived at JFK International Airport it was stationed at gate 5 terminal 26 and departed the airport at around 8pm making its way towards its destination in France (1-2; Callahan 1). Just Eleven minutes into the Flight the plane exploded eight miles away from the coast of Long Island then creating from that moment on a national mystery of what had caused the plane to explode (TWA flight 800 crash - Atlantic Ocean off New York:1996 2).
We had rented a cabin I couldn’t wait to get to the cabin and see my family. The cabin was really big ,a lot bigger than I imagined, my little cousin and I ran in as fast as we could we each only grabbed one of our bags. We got an upstairs room and it bunk beds and a big bathroom , I chose the bottom bed so she could have the top plus I had the best view of the TV first thing we did we unpack all of our stuff
My dad and my mom met in New York City through work. They dated in the beginning through long distance and married in 1993. I was born on October 24, 1995 in New York City inside of Bellevue Hospital, which is the oldest hospital in the United States . My dad remembered clearly it was a cold winter night, and he also received a parking ticket for parking in the wrong area. I weighed 8 pounds, so I was a pretty fat baby.
I am awakened by the bright light seeping through and around my black-out curtains. The clock on my night stand reads 3:02pm. I realize it is Thursday my night off from work and that I actually slept 6 straight hours with no interruption (that’s a record since I started working nights at the hospital). Still drowsy I toss my covers off and peel my listless body from the comfort of my cozy bed. I stumble down the stairs to the kitchen where I turn on my Keurig and realize it is “THURSDAY!
It was slavers who decided to spend the night in the airplane. Stephen and his dad waited until the slaver had fallen asleep. They let the slavers go and gave them the car keys. However this woke up the slavers and they had to run away. The had to run through the rain until Stephen’s dad fell into the gorge.
Despite the drastic price increase. So, about 5 months later, I was headed to Boston. June 25th, I was dressed for success and ready to get on my first ever plane ride alone. After, an hour or so of lines and security, I was waiting and ready to board the plane.