It was still dark outside and the sun was at its peak from rising into a whole new day. I woke up to my alarm set at 5:10 in the morning, and even though I didn’t exactly get out of bed joyfully, the excitement gave me great motivation. It was a chilly morning, so I grabbed my robe and went to get washed up. I dressed up in warm layered clothing with a scarf and long coat to prepare for the cold, windy day in Boston, Massachusetts. For breakfast, I ate a scrumptious blueberry waffle and grabbed my bag walking towards the door. I hugged my mom goodbye and began walking to school.
When I finally arrived at the school, I entered the cafeteria where all my friends were waiting. I was one of the first few there, but students began to greatly bombard the room as the
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I experienced a very courageous vibe when I passed by the house, as if he was there on that night. The last place we went to see was the Battleship Cove, which was a giant ship displayed as the largest series of World War II naval vessels. The Battleship Cove is a nonprofit nautical museum and war memorial, and the view was absolutely outstanding. The whole eighth grade class took a “Boston Trip” photo in front of the massive ship, and definitely created another memorable, fun time together.
At last, we went back on the buses for another dreadful long ride back home, though the drive to dinner was very encouraging. Everybody was so exhausted from the excessive walking and exploration throughout the city, but it was all worth it. The new things we learned, and the actual experience to stand where those historical American events happened was truly awe-inspiring. This trip was definitely more entertaining rather than a regular Social Studies class taught in school. I would immediately agree to travel to Boston again one day and hope to share this amazing adventure with
Yesterday, I was informed that every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I have to go to see a therapist to help with the night terrors and my supposed PTSD. I visited the base yesterday, but this was the first time I had actually noticed that as I got closer and closer to the entrance, my flashbacks became more and more intense. Today, I get dressed quickly and head to the same familiar location. Calm down Dawson, deep breaths; I repeat this over and over in my head until I don’t see anything but the road and the palm trees swaying in the distance.
It was the afternoon, and my class was sitting down while my teacher, Mrs. Curtin, was speaking to the class. I was in fifth grade at the time, and my school was named Kaneland John Shields. My teacher told my class we were going to a pep rally assembly in a few minutes. Mrs. Curtin commented that we should pack our backpacks, the assembly was supposed to last through the rest of the day. Grade by grade, everyone was called to go to the gym.
Crackle, pop the fire sounded as I placed new logs on top of the hot embers. This was the fire the children of my village sat around and told stories before they went to sleep, and tonight was no different. All of their eyes stared at me expectantly as they waited for me to start telling them a story. “Two Rivers Running, tell us the Story of the Great Battle again,” the little ones asked. All eyes were on me as I sat down next to them, everyone silent as I told them the story of the Great Battle.
So when I woke up 11:30 am I had slept from 8:30 pm at night and morning without any interruptions. I was confused like you wouldn't believe. I had memory loss and I was also confused at where I was. Plus, the window was slightly broken from going up thus preventing the room from cooling down. It was so hot and when I woke up there was a bottle of allergy pills all over the room.
The lights in the cafeteria were turned off. Teachers and other faculty members were running in and around the cafeteria, talking on their walkie-talkies and handing out tissue boxes and water bottles to students. I opened the door to the cafeteria and sat down at one of the octagonal tables where I saw a couple of my friends were sitting. Besides the sound of some of the students crying, the room was dead silent.
When I stepped outside the school, the cool wind gently brushed my face. I walked to my bus, strutted up the bus stairs and took my seat in the far back where no one could annoy me. The bus ride seemed like forever watching the city go by, I was the second to last stop, but I liked being last it gave me more time to do homework on the bus. The bus came to halt in my neighborhood, and I walked off the bus towards the large house at the end of the street, the house was a massive, modern structure. I slowly walked in the house and plopped down on the white comfy couch.
Today was going to be my first day of school and I was quite nervous. I knew I wasn’t going to meet any of my friends in Vietnam wasn’t going to be in my school but I hoped for the best. I then walked in class and my teacher introduced me to the whole class.like I just moved from state to a state even though I literally just moved countries. She placed me in seat with a person name “Jake”.
I woke up on an especially cool winter morning and looked over to my mother’s side of the bed. She was not there, I knew that, but I secretly wished she was. I swung my legs off the bedside and rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get myself ready for school. This was a typical morning for me.
Two weeks before going to a Boy Scout camp, Camp Emerald Bay, in July of 2016 I had to complete the PADI prerequisites to be able to acquire my PADI scuba diver certificate. After flying down to California with my troop and my longtime friend, Brendan, we got to Camp Emerald Bay on Catalina Island. I have never really been that big into boy scouts I’ve only stayed with it for so long to obtain my Eagle Scout but I’ve always loved going to the summer camps every year. This year I was especially excited because it would be first time going scuba diving, also this wasn’t a normal boy scout camp for me as I didn’t have to stay in the same cabin as my troop which was really a blessing for me.
What started as a thrilling new adventure for American trapper and hunter Sanger Rainsford quickly became a nightmare. On Friday April 15th, 2016, Rainsford traveled to Ship-Trap Island, a small spit of land off the coast of the Caribbean, along with family friend Whitney Johnson with the intention of mounting a hunting expedition in the Amazon. After going up onto the afterdeck and hearing a gunshot, he ran to the railing to see what was all the commotion. He had climbed onto the railing to get a better view and quickly lost his balance, subsequently being thrown into the bitterly cold waters.
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.
It has been moons since I got your last letter, I have missed you every time the cycle of light and dark start anew. I’m sorry I could not reply sooner, but the enemy is constantly on the move. I don’t know when this letter will get to you, but know that this war will let up be free from the control of the bipeds that once called themselves humans. Their destructing in the oceans and land is growing daily. Me and my tropes are doing all that they can to stop the bloodshed that they are causing in the oceans that lye between the ice of the north and the iron filled polluted waters of the south.
The bell finally rang at my little elementary school. I left my home room, and walked down the white hallway. There were a set of steps On each side of the school but we weren’t supposed to use the left side but we always dead anyways.
I heard the final bell ring. I packed up my backpack and other supplies and headed for my locker in the back of the room. I was always the last to leave class. Everything from there was me getting my stuff and heading home. I went into the art room to grab something.
That morning I woke up early as I had to be at school for 8am. I was very excited. When I got to school the buses that were to take us were already there and teachers were buzzing around making sure that everything was in order and that all students going had their consent forms. Before we left the teachers gathered all the students and told us to be careful, to stay together also for us to remember our manners, we also said a prayer as it was a custom seeing that it is a Presbyterian School. As we boarded the buses, my friends and I all headed to the back of the bus as it was considered for some