Today was a big day for me, probably one of the most important, also concluding that it was the first time I had arrived in New France. At 7:30 a.m., us passengers were let of this grand ship that took us all the way from France to New France! Even though it had taken me more than 3 months, I was glad to start a new life in this new territory. As we got of the ship, I immediately smelled fresh air that I haven’t in a long time. I recall my mom saying “good luck with your new journey!”
Everyone has experiences in their lives that might change the way we look at things. In the past eight years my family have made all attempts to save and plan for a vacation. Every year, we plan different locations and make all traveling arrangements ahead of time. Last summer, we planned out a trip to Sierra Leone. We were all excited and looking forward to a very relaxing time after working very hard.
My Trip to Haiti It was the beginning of my junior year in high school and there had been much talk about a school trip to Port Au Prince, Haiti, Only ten students could attend this trip, applications had opened up in November and for me a trip to Haiti sounded like just a dream, I thought I was not able to afford it. The idea for the possibility to travel to a new country and be exposed to a brand new culture excited me, I made the decision to apply anyway. In December, I received news that I had been chosen as one of the first ten students from my school to go on this new service trip. I was so excited that I was even qualified, but also worried because I knew that the price was still an issue.
In my life ive had lots of memorable events , but the most unforgettable one was my graduation trip to Cancun Mexico. when I first found out I was going to this trip I thought it would be so easy as in just get up and go, but no this trip took tons of planing, the most important part of this trip was getting my passport that took about five weeks to arrive, once I received my passport then I was able to start booking my flight, that's when the excitement started,then I booked my hotel. I took care of all the important things then I started looking into placing and things I would be visiting such as beaches,water parks, entertainment shows,shopping centers,restaurants,etc The day arrived off we go to Cancun my boyfriend,friends and I, We got to the airport early that morning went thought security then we grabbed are tickets found are gate number then took a sit while we wait for the plane
I was born in a country six thousand miles from here, Mongolia. The better half of my childhood was spent playing soccer in the street with the neighborhood kids. I was content, surrounded by my loving family and amazing friends, until it all changed with an abrupt decision. I had reached the age where I had to think about my future beyond high school, whether I would go to a college, and where I want to be in life. Mongolia was not the most ideal country to achieve success, thus my parents decided to move me to the United States.
Tenacious. In 1989 Liberia, West Africa was faced with the economic stress of a civil war. In 1989, my parents were faced with leaving three children in that war. My mother had recently given birth to her fourth child in America, and returned to Liberia. When the war broke out the US Embassy would only let her bring my sister, the American citizen, back to the states.
Growing up in African there are days I can’t find anything to eat. I just ate whatever I can find most of the time I ate clay, dirt and paint. I remember ending up in the hospitals and the doctors not knowing what was wrong with me. Then I came to United State, even though I had enough to eat, my body kept craving for non food substance. I remember getting sick,going to the hospital.
One vacation that me and my family took that will never be forgotten was when we went to Florida .It was my family and my best friends , Alex and Joe. My friends were excited because they had never went to Florida. The best part was that we were going to the beach. Yes, I am talking about Panama City Beach.
When I was six I asked the first question my mom couldn’t answer, “Why am I alive?” Before she spoke she paused, broke a few pieces of bread for the robins we were feeding on our chipping green porch, and finally responded, “That’s a question for later sweetheart, how about a question for now?” Taking the piece of bread she offered I asked why birds are here and then if we were here for the same reason. She shook in her graying hair in amusement and smiled before tossing more bread out into the yard. We sat side by side as she distracted me with bread related tasks until my young sister woke and joined us leaving no time for further discussion.
“You will understand when you get older.” That is the sentence which my mother used to say during my childhood years, and she was right. When I was younger, I spent most days disputing with her, thinking that she relished smothering me with her concerns about me. Whenever she said something about my poor life choices or actions, I would just shrug my shoulders and move on. Once I turned 18, I had less time to spend with my mother; hence, I began to appreciate her and what she taught me.
Growing up my mom only had a part time job, my dad was the sole provider for my family. As my siblings and I grew older and became more independent, my mom felt as though she was no longer needed as much. So she set out to achieve her dreams, becoming a nurse. My mom went back to college for her prerequisites for the nursing program, I watched her struggle through all her classes, her juggling a part time job, being a mom, and pulling my dad through a dark time.