Jenn let herself into the motel room. The room was small, and dark with dingy wood paneling and matted beige shag carpeting. The circa 1970's furniture did nothing to add to the charm of the place. What did it matter? It was base of operations, nothing more. This wasn't about comfort it was about settling a score. In her time as an agent she'd certainly stayed in worse places. Her first trip into field in Riyadh with Ryder came to mind. One summer they spent two days crammed into an ancient rust bucket of a truck surveilling a terrorist cell in the desert heat with no air conditioning. The temperature soared to 112. Inside the truck was sweltering and rank with sweat. It was like being inside a toaster oven. When they'd gathered enough information, they called in reinforcements and took down the cell. It was her first real mission. Ryder went to bat for her when the bosses balked, saying that she was too young, too blond and would stick out like a sore thumb. Ryder made the argument that this was a surveillance detail and data gathering mission. The were hidden away inside a truck. He suggested she cover herself with an abayas and her hair with hijab, hell, she could wear a burqa if necessary when she got in and out of the truck …show more content…
She closed her eyes for a bit and tried to rest but the adrenaline coursing through her veins made it impossible. As Anna Carmichael, she was an administrative assistant from Winnipeg. She hoped her papers, and identification were good enough. Pugh Chemicals had an opening for administrative assistants and under her new name she had managed to get an interview. Even lowly lab techs and administrative assistants had to face a lengthy testing and interview process. Then came the security clearance. She hoped she'd make it far enough to suss out what had happened to Ryder and to bring the corporation down. How were they planning to poison the water supply? What was she going to do to stop it? At his point she had no
Her struggles are of a flower trying to blossom in a pile of garbage. Growing up in the poor side of the southside of Chicago, Mexican music blasting early in the morning or ducking from the bullets flying in a drive-by shooting. Julia solace is found in her writing, and in her high school English class. Mr. Ingram her English teacher asks her what she wants out of life she cries “I want to go to school. I want to see the word” and “I want so many things sometimes I can’t even stand it. I feel like I’m going to explode.” But Ama doesn’t see it that way, she just tells, Julia, she is a bad daughter because she wants to leave her family. The world is not what it seems. It is filled with evil and bad people that just want to her hurt and take advantage of
I wonder if I should I start calling Las Vegas, Nevada home now. I’ve traveled back and forth from California to Las Vegas since I was a child. I can remember at the age of thirteen my family and I would take family weekend trips very often. By the age of seventeen I was forced to move to Vegas for 6 months right before my senior year of high school started. Since it was my last year of high school my parents decided to let me go back to California for the last three months and graduate with my friends. Since I wasn’t eighteen yet, I forced to go back to Las Vegas right the day after graduation.
...f the bad that is going on in her real life, so she would have a happy place to live. With the collapse of her happy place her defense was gone and she had no protection from her insanity anymore. This caused all of her blocked out thoughts to swarm her mind and turn her completely insane. When the doctor found her, he tried to go in and help her. When the doctor finally got in he fainted because he had made so many positive changes with her and was utterly distressed when he found out that it was all for naught. This woman had made a safety net within her mind so that she would not have to deal with the reality of being in an insane asylum, but in the end everything failed and it seems that what she had been protecting herself from finally conquered her. She was then forced to succumb to her breakdown and realize that she was in the insane asylum for the long run.
“Straining his eyes, he saw the lean figure of General Zaroff. Then... everything went dark. Maggie woke up in her bed. “Finally woke up from that nightmare. Man… I miss my brother. Who was that person that my brother wanted to kill?” she looks at the clock and its 9:15am “Crap I’m late for work!” Maggie got in her car and drove to the hospital for work.
Today was one more of those average days. Saving the world, climbing big ben and snooping around Buckingham Palace. I don’t understand why everyone underestimates me. For all they know I could be putting myself in mortal danger. My headquarters is on the corner of Clapham Junction. I
Let me start this essay off by addressing a tragedy. Kentucky, with a population of over 4 million and an area of 40,409 mi², does not have a Cottage Inn Franchise. Not a one. Not a single one.
Eight minutes later, I face an unknown woman’s bedroom door, a shopping bag with three silk scarves dangling from one hand. On the trudge upstairs, I re-examined the wisdom of my decision. Being unresponsive to her generosity would seem suspicious. In contemporary Germany, jousting out of wedlock is an unconfessed national sport. Even in Munich.
I remember hearing the day before about people protesting. People were talking about these protests being violent and that it had happened before. That night I went to sleep scared knowing that the next day I had school. I was hoping that school would be cancelled the next day and if they hadn't then my mom wouldn't let me go, but knowing the school system there was no way they were going to close schools and my mom would not let me stay home if the school didn't close because if I didn't attend school there was a good chance they would fail me for that year. The next day I woke up still scared, I got ready and waited for my sisters to come out, so we could walk like we usually did every day. Walking to school everything was normal, and everyone was going about their business. It seemed like nothing was going to happen and I was relieved.We walked until we reached our favorite morning food stand and I bought my sisters and I plantain chips and we continued to walk down the dusty street until it was time for me to go a different route. We said our goodbyes. I waited until I couldn't see them anymore and crossed the street into the neighborhood with the weird little white church that constantly had people screaming, I've heard many things about this church.
From Thursday, July 23 to Saturday, July 25, my time was mostly spent socializing, getting on social media, or sleeping. Though I had classes throughout the day, I made time to relax by watching Netflix or getting away from work and regenerating my brain. On Friday, I didn’t have classes until 1 o’clock, but I woke up around 10 a.m. to catch up on work. Throughout this period, I made time between classes to either catch up on work or relax. I also found myself spending less time on my studies and extra time doing other things.
I muttered those words at a volume that could only be heard by my own ears. The waiting room was torture, and the waiting was even more torturous. Two fake, and very plastic looking plants sat in the corner, shining abnormally in the harsh lighting. My palms were sweaty from anxiety and the unbearable heat that seemed to encase the room. My mom sat at the couch opposite of me, her reading glasses illuminated from the glow of her cell phone. Music played softly from the empty front desk that sat behind a wooden baby gate. It wasn’t that I expected a therapist’s waiting room to look like. I expected obnoxiously cheerful posters telling me to keep on living and to be healthy. I arrived in that room with an attitude that could put what I felt boiling over inside me to shame.
She had a body scan, an echo, and a breathing tube test. Sitting in four different waiting rooms packed with lots of 4-9 year olds and their families with my younger brother Joey was horrible. It took six long boring hours for all of this to be finished and me and Joey we tired, hungry, and were about to kill one another. We fought over headphones, water bottles, and the last bag of chips in the vending machine. Finally we got to leave and start driving to our guest house in stanford. It was very nice and super fancy and of course Joey looked homeless. My mom insisted that Joey should change his clothes in the parking lot while we go and check in.
Have you ever felt like a person reminds you of another? Some people are so important in your life that even though they might not be with you anymore you have them always present in your mind and heart. I realized this on a trip I made to Las Vegas while I was at Los Angeles. People would think the hotels full of fluorescent lights, the spectacular and noisy parties every night, or all the movement of the city would be what I remember most, but they wasn’t.
I found the week as a whole a fun, new experience. It was great to meet new people that I may never would have met before joining this class. I am very gracious to have chosen to be a part of this great new experience. This first week allowed me to learn many new things that I did not know before about our friends. The week also showed me many new ways to play games and workout with the integration of dance. I learned how to do some yoga techniques, new stretches, and some new muscle strengthening exercises. The week also helped to improve my leadership skills and collaboration skills. The first week gave me a great first impression and through that impression, I can tell the rest of the semester will be just as great as the first week.
My personal experience is the time I went on a plane ride for my very first time. It was crazy trying to get to the check points because of all the people that were trying to get to their destination and me going through the TSA checkpoints. Then waiting for the plane to arrive was very annoying and time consuming. Finally the plane ride across the country and arriving in Mexico. In the end it was very exciting and a little scary my very first time going on a plane ride.
During a fall break, I decided to attend the world market for my final assignment. In Order to do so I had to convince my entire family to join me. Our family has never tried food outside a local grocery store. My mother stated that she feared that the food was not properly cleaned. She also feared that one of us would get saliva or food poison. My father had always felt that the food in a secondary store was not as beneficial as a regular store. Including, the belief that the price for the food was that cheap each or per pound. My sister in a badinage manner acted as if eating from a place such as the world market would extirpate her. After four hours of debate, everyone agreed to come along and buy something for dinner. Although they didn't see the need to buy something they didn't want, I wanted them to try something new just like me; Giving my family the opportunity to shop for the best deals, Instead of going to a local place such as food lion and whole foods.