I lift my head to my alarm clock, 2:43 am? Let me wake my parents up, I rushed out of bed and to my parents room, I knocked. “Thank you” I heard my father say through the door. I rushed upstairs, took a shower, changed clothes, and handled my suitcase. After an hour of loading up the car and drinking coffee it's time we left. My parents and I stepped into our minivan and my sister who woke up called, “be safe” as we rode off. We soon made it to the airport from then. “We’re in Terminal C” my father addressed. I glanced at the airplanes on the flight pad lift off, the roar of the engine and the zoom of the plane came to my ears. “Mom, when are we coming back?”. “Not until next month, sweetie” my mother responded. Wow, an entire month! I …show more content…
The loud sounds of the crowded airport aggravated my ears. I..can.. barely hear myself think! I concentrated onto getting past the TSA. I sat down, ready for another hour, thought about what I am doing at 5:00 in the morning? I already passed the gates, and now I have to wait for my flight to refuel? “This shouldn’t be!” I told my father. “Jason,” he replied, “We must wait, or else they won’t let us go anywhere. No questions. Especially when we stop and take another flight.” I crossed my arms and laid back in the seat. I grasped my phone out of my pocket, and browsed through it for the time being. I stepped into the airplane and we take a seat by the window. My father snagged the seat to the left of me. A loud buzz comes from the flight speaker, "Hello, thank you for flying with Continental Airlines. Demonstration safety procedure shall air before lift.Thank you for flying with us!” Continental Airlines? Sweet, The monitor touchpads on the back of each seat, including the one in front of me, lit up and played a safety demonstration video. I glanced out the window for the next 15 minutes and heard the starting zip of the engine. I should probably catch up on sleep, I glanced up to my father, “Im napping, let me know if
The attacks that occurred on 9/11 took place on September 11th, 2001. In this devastating event, four different attacks had taken place. Each of the attacks were carried out by terrorists. The group responsible for the attack was Al-Qaeda, a militant Islamist organization that is known to be global in present day. The group itself has a network consisting of a Sunni Muslim movement that aims to make global Jihad happen. Furthermore, a stateless, multinational army that is ready to move at any given time. This terrorist group focuses on attacking non-Sunni Muslims, those who are not Muslim, and individuals who the group deems to be kafir. Ever since the late 1980s, Al-Qaeda has been wreaking havoc all around the world. The leader of the group once being Osama bin Laden. Three planes were bound for New York City while another plane headed towards Washington, D.C. which was supposed to take out the U.S. Capitol. Two of the airplanes crashed into the World Trade Center. One plane hitting the North Tower and the other hitting the South Tower. The third plane had crashed into the Pentagon taking out the western side of the building. The last and final plane was focused solely on taking out the U.S. Capitol in Washington D.C. but failed due to passengers of the plane coming hijacking it from the hijackers. The passengers attempted to take out the hijackers but sadly failed, crashing it into a field in Pennsylvania. Throughout the content of this paper, we will be focusing on the role of media when it comes to 9/11; more specifically: how the media's coverage of 9/11 manipulated our feelings towards 9/11, how it affected Islamophobia in America, and the lasting effects of 9/11.
Finally, to my delight, the day had come when I would be flying my maiden flight for British Airways. This was the new & most sophisticated airline, the Boeing 777-300ER from London to New York. The journey would usually take 7 hours but the crew has to report for the flight preparation 2 hours prior to the flight. After all the final checks with the ground crew, we gave the green signal to invite the passengers on-board. Once we had all the passengers and their luggage loaded, we taxied to the runway. The weather was miserable in London this morning and there was an excessive amount of water on the runway. Once we a...
On September 11, 2001, a terrible disaster struck the United States. Two planes crashed into the World Trade Center in New York City, New York. The only time US soil had been attacked since the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. The attacks occurred not only at the World Trade Center’s twin towers, but also at the Pentagon and what would have been the White House. The attack on September 11th was one of the most devastating events this country has ever experienced.
Walking into a building that was as tiny as a bug, my stomach started to feel uneasy. As I looked around at the security guards watching every move I made, I knew this would be the hardest goodbye. The uncomfortable chairs, silent tv, and unbearable smell of coffee were NOT helping either. As we approached my brother, he softly said to us, “I’ve been here since 5:30 and they said my flight won’t leave until 2:30, but I get TSA Precheck because I’m in the military.”
When we leveled up in the sky, I looked out of the window. I saw cars on the freeway with people going to work. The plane’s engine was so loud, I thought it would make me deaf.
I was waiting to board the plane; the flight was at six in the morning. While on the plane, I could hear the attendant giving us instructions of safety. I wasn’t paying much attention. My mind was not focused on the flight. I just stared out the window.
I had been told by other TSA agents earlier that day to be on the lookout for strange lights and unusual noises because there had been odd sightings there, but I had dismissed the warnings at that point because nothing had happened, and nothing was going to happen. I took a seat at one of the nearby benches. With no one monitoring me, I quickly dozed off into a deep sleep.
Once I arrived home, upon his request, I went to wake my dad up. It took me a couple of tries of loudly whispering, “Dad!” He finally raised his head, but all he had to say was, “Go to sleep.”
I said to my brother. An hour past by I am half asleep when my sister shouted “I'm ready” I fell as I woke up knocking over a russian nesting doll standing on a coffee table nest to our T.V. “Let’s go.” my mom said excited. “Go Grab the luggage”my father said to my brother.
“Do we have to go Mom” I asked. “No we have to go.” Once we got on our next flight it was only going to take one to two hours to reach North Carolina. During the flight I just sat there regretting leaving. After landing we waited an extra hour for our luggage because it was all on the other plane.
Sitting on the couch on a very lonely day watching a movie titled “home alone” when the child was left behind by his family members on their vacation trip at the airport reminded me of how I was lost in my first travel experience… Beep! Beep! Beep! The sound of my alarm woke me up at 8:00am in the morning, I woke up so happy because I was traveling that day to the United states as a student to complete my bachelor’s degree and start my master’s degree, I quickly had my bath, brush my teeth and was ready to go.
The heart begins racing the moment the car pulls into the airport parking lot. The smell of jet fuel, automobile exhaust, and hot tarmac combine to assault the senses with images of exotic escapes and the kind of freedom that can only come from airports. I feel the thrum of the engines at takeoff and the vibration of the plane during the flight in my skin. I see people listening to MP3s and playing video games. I hear the couple behind me chatting about the weather in Florida and the possibility of rain. I recognize the smell of fading perfume that women are wearing. Chanel, Windsong and White Diamonds clash with the smell of popcorn and Quizno sandwiches.
When we boarded the plane we realized a small problem.. we have seats in the middle of the plane. Fast forward 4 hours iI had nothing to do for those 4 hours but sleep. “We will be landing in about forty-five minutes, Mahalo.” announced the flight attendant
My heart was pounding as I boarded my flight leaving the Bangkok International Airport. A flight attendant in a grey dress with a red bow draped over her shoulder announced; “Welcome aboard flight AA350 to the United States.” My journey began that day.
“Flight 208 to Los Angeles is now boarding. Section N you may now take your seats”. You looked down at your carry-on bag to make sure you have everything packed up, even though you took nothing out, and headed toward the flight attendant and handed her your ticket. As your walking through the tunnel, the sound of the planes jets put just enough pressure on your body, causing your pulse to increase. “Why are you nervous, you been on planes before”, you ask yourself. You shake your head and start to inhale and before you could finish getting your lungs to the maximum capacity they could hold, a man wearing a white shirt twice his size and jeans that also seemed