On the morning of September 11, 2001, I was sitting in my living room watching TV. My parents were in the kitchen making coffee and going through their daily routine before heading off to work. At age 3 I was oblivious to the images my eyes were seeing. I was yelling “fire” as loud as I could. My parents rushed into the room and stared with horror in their eyes.…
While you’re in New York City you absolutely enter the freedom from time. In other words, you are son engaged in the city life that you have lost tract of time. For instance, while I was in New York I was attending meetings after meetings and I barely got breaks to have fun with my friends. I engaged in many play personalities in this business trip such as the explorer, because it was my first time in New York so I found everything very amusing and it was a chaos finding the meeting places which was also fun because it let us to discover places we didn’t expect to go. Throughout the whole trip I was a collector of souvenirs I kept everything from airplane tickets to meeting agendas.…
My mother, brother and I arrive in the Atlantic City airport after a surprisingly short two hour flight. After dawdling away time by alternating between electronic games and magazine scavenger hunts, or sleeping (in my mother’s case), we were ready to see our timeshare hotel suite. Our destination a half hour away, we climbed into a traditional cab. Our driver provided unintended humor with his strong Jamaican accent. Mom made small talk, inquiring about the city: where to eat, what to do, etc.…
So this is where my memory begins; when I was eight years old, my parents told me, my sister and I were coming to America. I was so excited; I remember not been able to sleep the night before I was supposed to depart for America. That morning, my aunt made sure my sister and I had all of our bags and belongings. My sister and I were at the airport with some family members in Africa waiting for our plane. The plane arrived at six pm (GMT), we made our way to the ticket line.…
Therefore, it was hard leaving her there for the unknown, we had no choice, but to leave and it was time to start dreaming again and hoping for a better life. The travelling day finally came it was time to say goodbye to the family members and relatives leaving them behind was one of the hardest situations in my life. It was the first time riding a plane as much it was scary it was exciting at the same time and the journey has begun. After 15 hours of flying, we finally made it to John F. Kennedy International Airport in New York the airport was stunning a beautiful structure and very crowded and we had to stay in New York until our next flight to Houston. I always Imagined New York like in Hollywood movies the glam and Manhattan Street, but it wasn’t like that it was very cold and it looked normal and I was kind of disappointed because I expected more.…
I was very nervous on the two-weeks trip to the “land of opportunity”. Once I got there, I admired the first classes’ clothing and expensive jewelry. Then, a small boat took us to Ellis Island to get inspected. It was a long process, and I was starting to get hungry. I had very little food to last me the whole inspection.…
It was the winter of 1933, I lived in a small house just big enough for me and my family. It's located in Portland Oregon, a beautiful town living in the Great Depression. Our house always smells of smoke from the burning of wood and coals we use to keep warm. The smoke of the fire flies over our house and goes with the wind and gust of snow. From the time I was little my mom knew I would be a hard worker.…
Even though Newark has a bad name with negative stereotypes it’s my home. In Newark, New Jersey I was born, went to school, made friends, and learned a lot. I was born to huge family where I grew up in the known most dangerous town in Newark, New Community. This same town is where my family grew up as well. The neighborhood was so bad my mother never allowed me to play outside.…
It was an early Monday morning, I was pretty happy at the time because this trip was going to get me out of a full week of school. So, it all began at the airport, looking out of the window I could see our plane, It was a bit intimidating and I was really nervous because this was going to be my first time on a plane. Nevertheless, I had nothing to worry about though because soon enough I would come to realize that, the time I would be spending in Puerto Rico would teach me to truly enjoy the great experiences in life. So we were off, I could not wait to begin my adventure in Puerto Rico and meet all the amazing new people. When my grandmother and I landed in Puerto Rico I had no idea what I was in for, we planned the trip last minute and had no plans when we got there, or so that's what I anticipated.…
My Trip to Washington, D.C One of my very favorite places in Americas is a city rich in history and is absolutely stunning, Washington DC is my favorite city. I've been there several times this year and every time I go back I fall in love with it, so I plan on living there when I'm done with my education and starting a career there. My least favorite part of going to DC is the traveling. My favorite part of dc is the vibe while you're there and seeing all the sights. While traveling, this is usually how it goes; I start by rushing to the airport since I leave packing until the last minute and while standing in the TSA screening lines I hear "Passengers with the last name Vasquez please come to the check in desk, to board the plane" The panic…
The Plane Ride When I was nine my family started a move from the tranquil suburbs of San Jose, California to the desert city of Windhoek, Namibia, located in southern Africa. My parents were taking myself, along with my younger sister and brother, around the globe because they felt a calling from God to be missionaries. All of our possessions were sold off, including my much beloved toys, until everything we had could fit into eight large suitcases. These suitcases are what we carried to the airport as we prepared for our journey. I felt no small amount of apprehension and excitement in what lay ahead of me in the new country, but an event I would experience in the coming flight would forever change and shape my perspective of how I see the…
I built and crashed an airplane at the age of seventeen. To clarify, the plane was made of foam and it was controlled by a radio transmitter. However, the entire process taught me an essential lesson that I have applied to all facets of my life. My interest in flight was inspired by my father, who grew up in Jamaica and Mexico observing and envying the flying capability of birds.…
The coolest plane at the entire airport was a Private jet that was being stored their. I seemed to be jumping out of myself with anxiety. After all this time watching planes take off and land I was actually starting to get excited. So finally we all walked back outside and examined in the new plane. The flight instructor ran all the tests that he ran before on the new plane.…
Ever since I was young, I loved the adventure of traveling. I couldn’t wait to explore and come across something different. I was drawn to the appeal of a new world – new people, new streets, new food, new culture, new everything. I believe traveling makes me feel more mindful than ever because I experience something out of the ordinary every time, away from my everyday routine and worries like a weekly online assignment. It broadens my perspective and exposes me to different ways of life, some beyond my comfort zone.…
Transit Assignment When I first began the transit assignment challenge, I found it exactly that, a challenge. However, by the end of the week my views and opinions changed. I saw that I was very lucky in my transit taking experiences. Many other people who rely on transit face many more obstacles on a daily basis than I did during this challenge.…