Driving into the college town, College Avenue was filled with vocal fans and vibrant colors of blue and white. From cheerleaders handing out stickers labeled “Unrivaled” to extremely loud “We Are” chants filling the town, State College was turning into New York City by the second. As the opposing fan, it got really intimidating. Luckily, my family and I caught up with our Penn State neighbors who took us under their wing and kindly guided us around campus.
8 o’clock sharp, I need to head on inside to meet Mrs. Woods and the rest of the class so we can get started. I get out of my metallic grey car that’s still smells like it is fresh off the car lot. “Hey Austin, are you ready for today?” Kim says loudly from across the parking lot. “I’m a little nervous but hopefully the day goes better than my mind has imagined it the past few weeks.”
We were to play a team from Kemptville Ontario, a decent size town between Ottawa and the U.S. border. So the team set off for Kemptville, each player with their own families in their own car. We passed the U.S. Custom building and I saw cop cars and a giant line of cars so being only nine years old I got really scared of what was ahead of us. Every car was now being stopped and checked at customs before going onto the bridge. That's when my stomach dropped,
uniquely,the drive home was terrifying Walter was driving 10 miles over the speed limit because he was dreaming of being a Nascar Driver he almost drove into a house when I pulled the steering on main street. I snapped him into the real world then I made him pull over and we switched so I could drive. After I was about to lose my life, then we talked about what will be his plans next week so I can take him to breakfast next week and how he told me he was fine with going to breakfast. After I dropped him off at his house he told me how he wanted to see me one of these days so he and his daughter want to go get ice cream,I told him it was fine.when he got to the top step he turned around and said “see you next week Jose” I waved back and drove off.
At this moment, all barriers that separated us between first and third class were broken as every passenger scrambled to the deck of Carmania to catch a glimpse of Lady Liberty. I managed to get past the crowds of passengers and pressed up against the side of the ship, as we entered the New York Harbor. The past 6 weeks had felt like 6 long months, but the constant feeling of nausea and the bruises from being slammed against the doors of my small cabin/room whenever the ship hit a hard wave was worth it for this moment and this view. Three months earlier, a letter had arrived at our quaint home in Dalkey, Ireland saying that my Aunt Nora had died in childbirth. My uncle Rowan, who owned a millinery shop, was left to his own devices to raise their four children in Boston, Massachusetts.
Jameson,Noah, and Robbie all stood on the sidewalk turned out it was a party bus going to Foxborough. At about 9:30 P.M. James 's Mom picked him up. Then 15min later we decided to go to watch the fight since I ordered it on Comcast. So
Tom insists that Gatsby and Daisy take the car into town toward the end of the novel. The car, in this sense, corresponds to Daisy’s choice in a way; on the way into town, she was thinking of leaving Tom and marrying Gatsby, but afterward, when they take the yellow car, she is solidly with Tom. Tom also talks about selling his car to George Wilson. Daisy’s old car, as mentioned, was a white roadster to represent her innocence. Several collisions occur within the novel, carried out by Tom, Daisy, Jordan, and a drunk guest at Gatsby’s party.
I have got it, Freddy has a doctors appointment at Krueger Square in downtown. I will drive to the 10th floor of the parking garage and take him out right when he gets out of his car. He’ll never even see it coming,” said Lucifer. 6 “What are you going to do about the police activity around the square? It has been higher lately,” said Melvin.
I started to convince my parents that we could take a trip to Saint Louis. “We’ll go for one day, and one day only” my parents told me after thinking long and hard about it. When Saturday came around, the excitement I had could barely be contained. The whole family, which was just my parents, sister, and I, all got into the car early that morning just thinking it was going to be a day full of fun.
Walking into the Sangamon Juvenile on the following Monday I felt consumed with fear and anxiety. Both emotionally and physically I felt the crippling effects. However, it did not stop or deter me from reaching my goal. I forced myself inside as I pulled open the heavy steel door.
Like the classic saying has it “You can take the kid out of Brooklyn but you can’t take the Brooklyn out of the kid.” Same goes for Chicago this is my story. I was born in the windy city, on the south side. I wasn’t there for that long I was there till my fifth birthday, and then I moved to Boston, Ma with my mother, sister and I. However, I believe that south side raised me because every winter and summer vacation I would visit my grandmother or as she liked to be called “Mo-Mo” While visiting her I’ve seen some pretty harsh situations.