San Francisco-Personal Narrative

My leaden arm reaches for the door handle, "Right here 's fine, man," I falter. Not waiting for the cab to stop, I burst through the passenger door. Frantically, I sprinted on the air two inches above the asphalt. Breakneck. Thunderclap.

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.

It was just a normal day for me. I woke up, ate breakfast and waited outside for the bus. As I waited, Jenna (Joey’s Sister) had Joey on her back . As they approached me I thought to myself, Shouldn 't Jenna be on Joey’s back? Anyway the bus came and half an hour later I was in R and R in Mrs. Cieslak room.

Red brake lights blur together as we speed off the highway, construction time. Horns blaring as we drive under the bridge. The drive out of the cities always is the worst this weekend, but to me it is worth the drive and the constant noises. As I look at the guys sitting behind me are start to hear this sound like a lawn mower, all three of the guys were asleep. All of a sudden the driver told us it was time for dinner.

So it was about 9.00 in the morning and I had to go to my school to reherse our routine. After that we were loading up to get on the bus. Once I got on the bus i got to sit with my friend Emily. The bus ride took 45 minutes to get to the high school.

I was stuffed in the bottom of a claw machine that was sitting in an entryway of a local diner one cold, January day. It was a snow day in the city, so the restaurant did not have its typical fast paced swing. Not expecting any patrons , the owner decided to close up the diner for the afternoon. Just as he was about to take in the flag, a red, beaten up van drove into the driveway.

As we go up hills, down valleys, and on backroads that are treacherous to drive in. At each stop we make I get out in the bitter cold once again and climb onto the top of the tank to hook up hoses to fill the tank. By this time the mercury has dropped to -25 degrees and sometimes colder. I struggle to once again get into the cab of the truck to warm up.

It really is something to see and words cannot describe it. I mean literally you will be sitting there and someone will fall down straight on their face or someone will puke right in front of you, making you smell the bitter, ripe, smell of puke; smelling like a year old expired yogurt that a college student has in the back of their fridge in their dorm. You will hear the screams and the laughter of the friends and the other people that just witnessed it, but it is all part of the experience of being in downtown Las Vegas. In all honesty, this is 100% my favorite place on earth. My family and I always make it to Las Vegas every summer because of how much action there is.

Linda pokes her head out from behind the dark heavy curtain that separates the cab from the sleeper. With her sleepy eyes and a genital voice reminds me to turn on the mirror heaters, the windshield wipers and slow the truck to an appropriate speed. Linda quietly disappears behind the sleeper curtains just as calmly as she appeared. My heart racing from the excitement and beauty loudly beats in my chest as if I had just run a race. I watch into the distance as I slowly move down a long and winding road.

When we got off the ski lift the soft snow from the day had turned into hard and slick ice. As we went down the mountain I had to concentrate on where I was going and had to keep my balance. It was very hard the wind was ice cold and felt like sandpaper was being dragged across my face. My brother on the other hand, had  to go down the mountain without his goggles because throughout the day his goggles had frozen over. At the end of the day I was red faced and sore ankles as I fell into

Finally we walk back to the car exhausted we start the task of getting the car to 44 Mckinley St and we arrive four hours later covered in sweat and dehydrated. She invites us in and gives us beds and we pass out. The next morning I woke up at twelve and she had made lunch for us and left a note, “Dear friends, Please try and be at work at

No one answers. It’s a long and awkward bus ride to school. When we get to school, I walk in with Daniel. As soon as i walk in, Me and Daniel both are greeted by Mr. Bailey (The behavior specialist) and Mr. Cappiello (The Principal). They both “Escort” me to the office, Where there are 2 sheriffs.

I rode about 1 hour in my 1986 Honda Prelude. I had a map of where to go, but I still wasn 't

My trip to the National FFA Convention it all started on an early chilly Wednesday morning at 6 AM on October 30, 2013 in Bartley, Nebraska. Twenty-one students, two bus drivers, and three advisors loaded onto the bus. Everyone was tired, but ready to go, and excited for our long 12 hour adventure to Evansville, Indiana our final destination for the day. We were off we all thought we would take naps until we were there, but that didn’t happen we were all too excited, so we all stayed up talking, and laughing.

Imagine cutting and hauling 100 to 150 pound logs in the cold and rain for hours and hours that takes lots of grit. My brother and I offered to help some friends cut wood for winter. So, after school, we hopped on the bus and started our 30 minute journey to the country. We arrived at the house and noticed how dreary and cold it was getting. A long wait ensued for our friend’s dad to get home from work so we could hook up the trailer and get the equipment rounded up.