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Moving Day The thought of this new adventure caused the feeling of butterflies to swirl in the pit of my stomach, but also the feeling of excitement was beginning to build up. Tomorrow was the big day! The bright rays of the sun began to shine through my curtains and the birds were chirping outside. It was morning and I was still lying in my warm and cozy bed, prolonging the last few moments that I would lay in it for months. I was about to embark on one of the biggest and life defining moments of my life…College. We had packed all of my stuff the night before, and all I had left to do that morning was to get dressed in the comfiest clothes that I owned because we had a long ride in front of us. By the time all of us were ready to leave the sun was shining bright and my father, mother, brother, and I were all piling into my moms blue Toyota Highlander, ready to embark on this adventure. The ride to Saint Anselm College is only an hour and a half long, and I felt every minute of it. The vibration of the road below my feet, the pounding of the speaker by my side, and the swirling of nerves in the pit of my stomach. The windows were down and the warm air …show more content…
We had to wait in line for what seems like hours before we could begin moving my stuff into my new home, for the school year. The long wait only caused the swirling in my stomach to increase. The line slowly moved forward until it was finally our turn. As we pulled up in front of the dorm there was loud cheering and people screaming. We had finally arrived. It was official. I was now a college student. The rest of the day seemed to go pretty smoothly. We successfully got my tons of stuff into my new dorm room. In record time we have my possessions unpacked. My side of the room was cozy and warm. After we finish unpacking, we head through the beautiful green and hilly campus towards the
On that note, I shifted my truck into reverse and vacated the parking lot of the college I was dual-enrolled at. The thirty minute ride to my high school could not be over soon enough, as my destiny for the upcoming summer was at stake. The multitude of emotions I experienced on the seemingly endless car ride overcame me as my speedometer pushed the speed limit. Feelings of nervousness, excitement, optimism, courage, and anxiety crept into my mind.
I stepped of the plane at McCarren Airport with a huge grin on my face. I walked to the baggage claim like a little kid walks into Disneyland, with a look of excitement and a pep in my step. With a suitcase in hand and a foot out the door I could feel the lick of the dry desert air on my skin. I saw my mother waiting for me at passenger pickup with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face and that’s when I knew I was home. Being so far from home for college was taking a toll on me, I couldn’t sleep, I didn’t know anyone at Texas State, and I was being suffocated by the swamp like humidity that enveloped San Marcos.
That night I couldn't go to sleep.Every inch of me was wide awake and full of excitement.Holding onto every sign of morning I drifted off.Before I knew I was
I went to the kitchen where my breakfast was already waiting for me. Cereals in the milk felt also different. It seemed like those little chocolate balls were making various greeting words while I was catching them with every spoon of milk as I was hungry as a wolf. Presumably that was the result of my great willingness to finally start the day. Everything seemed to be full of energy and was inviting me to go and get ready for my graduation ceremony.
A couple nights later I wondered to myself. What would it feel like to die? I made sure that everyone was asleep I kissed everyone goodnight and I made sure I told them I loved them. I got out a paper and started writing.
It was the middle of the night when my mother got a phone call. The car ride was silent, my father had a blank stare and my mother was silently crying. I had no idea where we were headed but I knew this empty feeling in my stomach would not go away. Walking through the long bright hallways, passing through an endless amount of doors, we had finally arrived. As we
The sun broke through the clouds on that crisp April morning as we drove to school. That morning felt off, a feeling that I had felt only one time before. The world moved too fast for me and I struggled to catch up. The raspy voices of the men on radio show thundered over the speakers in my father’s truck as we approached the school.
As I turned left on the new road, I decide to take to school today. I could smell f wild mint, this was refreshing because the old road would sometimes smell of onions, and at times I would want to cry. At my next turn right
A long time ago, there was a great nation which aggrandized through peace and prosperity. In fact, they had not encountered any foes for a great time, only dealing with amorphous invaders who were quickly taken care of. Even though they were a peaceful nation, its army was far from sleazy. A young boy, whose name has been long forgotten, strived to be the one of the greatest warriors in the nation. His insular attitude was due to his brother, who was a high ranking soldier at the time. As the boy grew older, his sedulous personality stuck with him, and spent a great amount of time in erudite study of combat. He was the archetype of fighters, and was noticed by the leader of the nation himself. He was a gossamer man, who did not appear to be
We didn’t have anything to do. When it was time for us to board the plane to Jamaica the six of us kids were so excited. Green Bay to Atlanta was the first time the six of us had flown so we were all kind of nervous. On our way to Jamaica though we were basically jumping out of our skin. Looking out the window was beautiful. The ocean was calm and a beautiful blue. When we finally landed I was so jumpy, When the door to the plane was open, you could feel the heat rushing in. I was so excited but the people in front of us were so slow to get out of the plane. When we finally got out the six of us kids went to the bathroom to change into shorts.
THE OCEAN IS DEEP, COLD YET CHALLENGING If I date back in my family tree, there hasn’t been a single person who has been to the United States. If I wasn’t much, I was surely a little confused about the next 4 months in the state because I was marking footsteps on a road, utterly new and vague. I remember as my father and my siblings came along to drop me off at the airport. For the very first time in my life, I was struck by a feeling which told me how hard it is to stay away from the family.
...alone, because I was afraid my life would change radically after this, and I was not prepared yet for them to see this change. After a few minutes, I realized I was so weak I could feel the cold reaching my bones, but that was also the best feeling I’d ever had. I was thinking I had only a few weeks left to start college, which had been my dream since I can remember. My dad had already paid for my tuition, I was so exited I had promised to do my best, but I’d just had my daughter, and I was so nervous about being a young mother in college. I tried to open my eyes to admire my baby’s beautiful face and thought I was so brave, because I had decided to have this little girl. When I saw her I knew I would want her to be better than me, she would be my strength, because nothing would ever make me give up on my dreams, and that was another promise I had made to myself.
You wake up and jump right out of bed; you cannot believe this day has finally come, the day you've been waiting your entire life for: moving day. Your name is Betty Lagware and you are eight years old, you have light brown hair and deep blue eyes like the ocean. Well that is how you describe them because you love the ocean. In fact you didn't eat fish for two years once. You are moving from Paulina, Oregon to a small town in the state next which would be Seabrook, Washington. Your new house is walking distance to the beach and docks. One more thing you have not been to your house but your parents have; you have not even seen pictures of your new home.
The car was hot and stuffy when I slipped back into the driver's seat. I found the most depressing music I owned and drove out of Glenwood as the sun started to set. Two more hours until I was home, two more hours of thinking what a terrible day I had gone through, and two more hours of cussing myself for being so naïve. The drive was a long one.
It was a maddening rush, that crisp fall morning, but we were finally ready to go. I was supposed to be at State College at 10:00 for the tour, and it was already eight. My parents hurriedly loaded their luggage into the van as I rushed around the house gathering last minute necessities. I dashed downstairs to my room and gathered my coat and my duffel bag, and glanced at my dresser making sure I was leaving nothing behind and all the rush seemed to disappear. I stood there as if in a trance just remembering all the stories behind the objects and clutter accumulated on it. I began to think back to all the good times I have had with my family and friends each moment represented by a different and somewhat odd object.