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- Russians, with expensive handbags and drew the most attention to ourselves with four carry- on suitcases because of the two week long trip. The trip started a couple days after school ended, when everyone was enjoying the amazing freedom of summer, I was stuck on a large, yet claustrophobic vessil.As I stood up from the luxurious business class, my legs stgarted to tingle with excitement. Well that, or I have been
This quiet and quaint town known as Mt. Holly, NJ is where I grew up. Nestled in the outskirts of New Jersey’s capitol, is known for its small town charm and historic roots. Living here was the best years of my life. I grew up in a part of town that once housed the military families from Ft. Dix and McGuire Air Force Base, which is now known as Joint Base. This housing was eventually sold and renamed the Mount Holly Gardens. This was not known to be the ideal place to raise a family. It was known as the “projects” or “ghetto.” The streets were riddled with garbage, people hanging out on the corners, stray cats and dogs wondering about. Our backyard was the alley where you can see piled up junk cars, dimmed street lights and small sewage
The first time I went to Hunting Island in South Carolina I knew that this was just the kind of vactaion I would always adore. The sun was warm on my face, and bright enough to make me squint. I would have been fine without sunglasses, but the tan-white sand reflected the brilliance into my eyes, so I put them on. It glared on the water, creating sparkling pathways of diamonds. The sky and the ocean were so blue it was hard to tell where the sea ended and the heavens began.
As raising a ranch with cows, chickens, pigs ects animals it is a hassel. Having my husband telling me to always get up early to have him food ready by when he awakes. Having to clean the ranch and feeding the animals. I cant sleep in if I do my husband turns into an ogar and I know whats coming for me a beating. I do as he pleases I wake up every morning at 5 am before the sun comes up but I dont due my choars. I leave the house and walk to my neighbors house. As she leaves to do some shopping I watch her kids the ones I wasnt able to give my husband I question my self and maybe that is why he treats me the way he does.
Several individuals from different ethnicities, races, and citizenships, compose a society. The United Sates allow us to have a close interaction with numerous individuals from diverse backgrounds. In my own case I have been able to interact with many incredible individuals from all over the world who come from extremely different backgrounds. I am a proud Mexican who cherishes respect towards diversity. Coming from a very suffered country I am able to understand not only what does it means to feel proud to be a Latino, but also I can feel acquainted with the pain and struggle that our community has to face every day.
As I peer through the thick smoke, reminding myself why I chose to come in the first place, I see a half dead man on the floor- begging for water. We don’t have enough food or clothes. There are very few of us left to fight against the redcoats. Even though on some days we are cheerful, we are starving and freezing. I am wondering if I should re-enlist or go back home. I just hope I will live to tell my story of Valley Forge. The huts are filled with thick smoke, people are sick and dying, but we are still cheerful. I have chosen to stay, or re-enlist because of the positive attitude of the soldiers, to fill in for the sick, dead, and deserters, and I want to represent our country- the reason I came.
I Grew Up Here, And There I grew up as a military brat so being in one place for my whole childhood was not an option. I grew up in the company of my family. Mom 's southern cooking and my brothers ' destructiveness was the community I lived in. Out of all the places I have lived my three favorite are Washington, Florida, and Oklahoma.
Hi Yasna, It 's Samantha, the associate you interviewed Friday for sales lead. Sorry for the extremely late email, this is the first chance I 've gotten to write you. Today I went by Children 's Place at Eastridge, and spoke with Diana. You had asked me to see what I noticed that was different from Eastridge and Valley Fair, and the first thing that I noticed when I walked in was how much smaller the store is compared to Valley Fair. I also noticed how there is less traffic coming through at Eastridge then there is at Valley fair.
Hocking Hills It was a cloudy fall day, a cold feeling, and everything seemed calm. We were at hocking hills camping in cabins. The cabins were two stories with one room on the second story and two rooms on the first story. The cabin was built with brown wood with a tint of orange.
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.
I used to be so oblivious. I would attend school every day and criticize my surroundings, little did I know how much I actually had. Come junior year, I observed a flyer for a club called S.A.L.T. (Student-Athlete Leadership Team), it seemed interesting to me so I decided to fill out an application. During our first meeting at 6:45 in the morning, Coach Jones, the head of the club, explained, “I did not cut anyone since you will cut yourself, you will give up and you will not want to put the work in, so you will stop coming. As a result, I will know who our leaders are”. That proclamation was something that genuinely made me think.
I couldn’t believe it. Suddenly, it was pouring! I was eleven and I was on a hike in the Zion Canyon Narrows, walking through the Virgin River. The views were spectacular, not a cloud in the sky, and everything was perfect. My dad, Travis, my sister, Annika, my friend, Melissa, and her dad, Trev were with me. Melissa and I were super nervous, because we had never done anything like this before. We came prepared, knowing what to do in case of a flash flood, which we didn’t think would happen at the time.
The Outsider Emma’s eyes stung with pain, as the harsh sun beat down on her lost colored face. Shouting arose throughout the crowd of people. Everyone jumped up out of the rusty seats and started to clap and holler, Emma sat there, emotionless. She has gone too far to many soccer games and they had simply stopped amusing her. She spotted her younger sister down on the muddy field, who seemed just as excited as the rest of the crowd.