Stop

Unaware of my upcoming future, I sat patiently in the back like always, staring out the window with a blank face. I watched the redwoods and buildings blur by, all too familiar with the sight. After a half hour of waiting, the bus finally came to a stop and opened its doors. I stood up, grabbed my backpack, and headed out, somewhat sentimental about the day. This is the last class, huh. I don't know if I should feel excited or sad about it. The past four…

me? Now the driver is saying that it was an accident, but she ran the stop sign. Now there is a darkness that haunts you. Just knowing the laws and stopping on red on red in the first place could prevent thousands of accidents and deaths, not just in Texas, not just the United States, but the whole world. You may ask, what are the exact regulations you are required to follow? According to Texas Department of Motor Vehicles “Stop…

Ice. Have you ever walked on slippery Ice by yourself to the bus stop for in a distance of 0.5 miles? Well let me tell you I have. Read on if you want to find out of my thrilling experience on ice. One time an exceptionally bone-chilling January 26, 2013, in 10 minutes I needed to go to the bus stop. I was 8 years old. It was 8:10 and the bus leaves at 8:30 and I required 10 minutes to go to the bus stop, for the most part, takes me 2 minutes in a rush, however it was frosty so it took me 10…

Colorado a place where there are beautiful snowy mountains and a bunch of scenery. A girl from Los Angeles, California that would be the weirdest thing to imagine for someone who grew up around beaches and warm weather all the time. That girl was me, I just learned that I was moving from sunny California to bi-polar weather Colorado. Learning that I was moving to a completely different state was one of the hardest and weirdest things for me. During the months of September and October my…

It is June 27, 2014, and I am sitting on a coach bus that is driving me to Geneva, New York. I have never heard of this place, I do not know what to expect for the next two weeks, and I barely know anyone on this bus. In addition, it is very cold. The people in the back are too loud and excited this early in the morning. On top of that, I barely ate breakfast. With that said, the scholars kids might have similar feelings as I had my first time being away from home for so long, therefore it will…

I moved forward in my seat to look outside the window of the school bus. The trip to Harlem Valley, NY to visit the McEnroe farm was entertaining. Nevertheless, two hours of card games, lots of singing, and a ton of laughing still had me looking at my watch every twenty minutes. Out of all the trips this June, the McEnroe farm was the one that I was looking forward to the most. Five hours, in total, worth of driving and waiting wouldn't lead us to somewhere I would be bored at. It would be worth…

shining , there was a cool breeze, and there were some tiny birds in the trees. I walked to the bus stop. The bus came late as usual. I wonder what it will be this time. A old person crossing the street, a dog jumped out in front of the bus, but it was just that Jerry got stuck in the door again. As usual the bus was quiet ,well except for the girls in the back spreading rumors. The bus jerked to a stop when the bus driver hit the brakes. I got off like everybody else. The school is gray, dull,…

The current intersection we have in place is called a four-way stop where traffic is controlled by human discretion of giving the right of way to pedestrians and whoever stops first. Consequently, if there is a constant flow of pedestrians, then the cars and bikes will have to yield to all of them. This causes drivers and bikers to weave in between the gaps of pedestrians…

lived there, sitting in their couches, reading newspapers. My father had lived in one of those kind of houses before he got bored of the town, left and returned with a new wife. But that had been nearly 3 years ago. When the bus pulls up at the next stop, students scurry on, swiftly filling up the last vacant seats. A tall, pale girl with frizzy hair shuffles in behind the others. She moves up the aisle awkwardly and as the bus starts moving again, “Can I sit here” she says. I nod. I…

At the start of the English 1A semester there a couple of things that I seemed to struggle with. First was I hadn’t written much of anything at all since high school had ended for me nearly four years ago, though I do try to keep a personal journal and loved writing poetry growing up. Between work, a dog, maintaining social activities and the daily hassles of life, writing quickly became an old past time. So, when sitting in class on my first day and being told to freewrite about anything, I…