I woke up early on Saturday morning June 9th to go to The Met Cloisters. I decided to go early in the morning so that I could return home and have time to finish my revisions for other finals coming up next week. I had planned to ask a friend to drive me but after I took note of the questions, I realized it would be more beneficial to take train so that I could observe the surrounding and notice the demographic makeup while on the train. I took the E train at around 9:30am from Queens plaza to 42nd St. PA and changed to the A train. Since it was a weekend, the wait time for the trains were long. After a long ride of about 1 hour, I got off at 190 street station. While on the E train, I noticed the train was not very crowded and were mostly
“I envied the people in the train because they seemed to be going somewhere” (Lesley,7).
Sligte, D. J., de Dreu, C. W., & Nijstad, B. A. (2011). Power, stability of power, and
Rail in Chicago is essential to Railroads throughout the country of North America. Chicago is also the known for it’s center in the railways throughout America. In comparison to any other city in the country, Chicago offers more railroad tracks to the surrounding states. “Chicago today remains the busiest rail hub in the United States. Each day, nearly 1,300 trains pass through the region (500 freight and 760 passenger). Chicago handles one-fourth of the nation's freight rail traffic, each day handling 37,500 railcars” (About CREATE). Being the center for American freight Chicago also is known for it railyards. The railyards are gateways to the other rail tracks. It is home t...
I consider one of the hearts of the city to be Penn Station. It’s always crowded with people moving around to get places all around the country. The possibility of places to travel are infinite. I decided one Tuesday night to go to Penn Station to explore the motives and forces pushing people to travel around and why. I walk around the station that seems to always have this foodie smell that I can’t get enough of. Maybe because there’s a Taco Bell there? I don’t know, all I know is I love me some Taco Bell, so, I go to Taco Bell. Unfortun...
Imagine yourself in a museum. You are standing in front of a masterpiece and it draws you ever close until your nose is almost touching it. When you’re too near the painting and you’re too focused, you don’t see the overall beauty of the painting itself. In fact, it becomes blurry when your eyes get too near. Life is the same way. You can’t get too focused on any one detail because your vision becomes impaired and everything else around you becomes blurry.
However, the 4 train resides with me because it gives me the chance to explore the subway thoroughly. It’s always a scary feeling as the 4 train approaches the train station because it sounds like a pack of Rhinos crashing into a halt. I enter the train and quickly gaze of a seat because I know people will be racing to any open seats available. Luckily I found two empty seats and that’s where my luck ended because right next to me sat a drunk who smelled like he had been drinking gallons of liquor. Everyone around him decided to get up and move somewhere else. I decided to move carts because I can’t stand the smell of liquor. That might have been a good thing because I walked right into someone signing “Barcelona by Bill Newman.” After he finished signing I was the only one who clapped and the man turned around and gave me a big smile that I still remember till today. Most people were far too busy listening to their earbuds and didn’t even acknowledge him singing. There were no chatter or laughter, everyone is minding their own business. The mood gradually became positive as more teenagers and kids entered the train. The train ride just became a news source because you can year the gossips or the latest
Hey Brandon, I wanted to ask you something since you been to DC before. I found a hotel in the Alexandria area and it seems like I would have to go to the Pentagon City Metro Station in order to get to DC. Now the question is if you went to the metro stations before, were they pretty decent? I mean I survived subways in NYC can't be any worse than that lol, but I just wanted to make sure, I'm a little picky when it comes to things like that lol.
Due to the excessive amount of children per ride, there wasn’t much room for anything on the trains. There was little food and water, and what they had was rationed throughout the trip. Also, it was such a tight space that there was barley any room for beds or chairs.
When I was in St.Louis, my family and I went to the top of the Gateway Arch. We had to get in a small cart that took us to the top of the Arch. It took six minutes to get up and four minutes to get down. When you were going up or down, we couldn't see anything because there's no windows on the ride. If you didn't want to ride in the cart you could walk up stairs but it would be a long walk.
Everyone is so panicked, so rushed, so busy. I sit and watch how they all run to and from the train only stopping once safely (sometimes) on or off and the first thing they do is check their phones thinking that they will have 100 urgent notifications that all just came through from when they checked it 45 seconds ago. No one looks up. No eye contact. No asking how other people how they are. No smile.
When my family and I were going to New York for my first time, I was only about 6 years old but I still understood that I were about to fly over the atlantic sea, From Stockholm to New York I was so enthusiastic, Mom and Dad had told me how great the city was, I can not do anything but agree. During my stay I was introduced to several new things . But what caught my interest, believe it or not was the metropolitan museum of art, or as the yankees call it “The met”. It was from that moment that art became a big interest of mine.You are probably wondering how a 6 year old could find artwork like a monet appealing? Well to be honest I am not sure why, but the art simply inspired me. Nevertheless, after some of the classic sightseeings, including
Whoosh! That is the precise sound I heard as the crazed flock of travelers headed for the train terminal. My best friend, Stacy, and I were left disoriented and understandably confused once the crowd thinned. We were at Madison Square Garden at the train terminal awaiting our train back to the hotel; it was our first trip to New York City. As one may imagine, it was a fascinating and surreal voyage into extreme urban life. It was so enthralling and exciting that afterward I felt compelled to make a permanent trek to a large city. Due to my experiences in cities like Atlanta and New York, I have an increasing desire to live in a large city because of the various forms of entertainment, myriad of transportation, and the never-ending excitement typical of such a fast-paced lifestyle.
“In Australia, researchers Hirsch and Thompson (2011) identified eight factors that may influence the perception of rail crowding: (1) expectations based on previous travel experiences. (2) Environment, which includes weather (for example, perceived crowding would be overweighted in rainy conditions), and carriage, such as the quality of the air conditioning system, air flow within the carriage, the presence and design of handholds for standing passengers, the seating layout and arrangement, the cleanliness of the carriage. (3) Communication—poor quality of information provided...
Once upon a time, I saw the world like I thought everyone should see it, the way I thought the world should be. I saw a place where there were endless trials, where you could try again and again, to do the things that you really meant to do. But it was Jeffy that changed all of that for me. If you break a pencil in half, no matter how much tape you try to put on it, it'll never be the same pencil again. Second chances were always second chances. No matter what you did the next time, the first time would always be there, and you could never erase that. There were so many pencils that I never meant to break, so many things I wish I had never said, wish I had never done. Most of them were small, little things, things that you could try to glue back together, and that would be good enough. Some of them were different though, when you broke the pencil, the lead inside it fell out, and broke too, so that no matter which way you tried to arrange it, they would never fit together and become whole again. Jeff would have thought so too. For he was the one that made me see what the world really was. He made the world into a fairy tale, but only where your happy endings were what you had to make, what you had to become to write the words, happily ever after. But ever since I was three, I remember wishing I knew what the real story was.
had been warned couple of times about me being late. Luckily the bus too was