It was back when I was 14 years old in the 8th grade, when I got an opportunity to take a trip to Washington D.C. to learn, explore, and meet new people in a different state. There was a long way to go, for me to be able to be chosen to go on the trip. This trip was competitive because only 10 students would get to go. I had to do some paperwork to let the assistant principal at my middle school know I’d be participating in competing with other kids at school to go to Washington D.C. I wrote an essay explaining who I was, how would this trip benefit my future, and why did I want to go to Washington D.C. I’d also be in charge of raising $500 on my own and also in the essay I had to explain how would I raise $500 on my own. I was settle to be …show more content…
I said to my mom, “ Ma! como? donde? que le quitaron? cuando paso esto? porque no me dijistes nada cuando hablamos esa noche del incidente!?’’ ( Mom! how? where? what did they took from him? when did this happen? why didn’t you let me know anything that night that the incident happen? when we talked on the phone)’’. My mom spoke to me, telling me, “ Fue el Sabado aqui a tres casas de donde vivimos, iba en camino a la practica de baseball, le pegaron y le quitaron el teléfono pero la policía pudo ver donde estaba con ese sonido que le tiene lex cuando pierdes tu teléfono. Yo no te dije nada porque sabia que ivas a preocuparte y quererte venir, y yo quería que disfrutaras el viaje, que trabajastes mucho para poder ir Jackie’’ ( It was on Saturday, three houses away from where we live, he was on his way to practice, they hit him on the face and took his phone but the police tracked it down with the sound lex can put whenever you lose your phone. I didn’t tell you anything because I didn’t want to get you worried nor have you come back, I wanted you to enjoy your trip that you worked so hard for Jackie...)’’. Speechless to be for the rest of the night, I teared up and I was so
“Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?” a quote from Lin Manuel Miranda’s new musical, Hamilton. This quote will continue to be a testament of my work ethic throughout my lifetime, as I work towards my future. The most important thing we can do on this planet is to leave a legacy, something that is worth remembering, whether it may be countless awards, stunning revelations, impactful inventions, or a caring and righteous family to carry on your name.
Every person has an American Dream they want to pursue, achieve and live. Many people write down goals for themselves in order to get to their dream. Those never ending goals can range from academic to personal. As of today, I am living my dream. My American Dream is to become a nurse, travel to many places, have a family, and get more involved with God.
I once heard someone say, “I can hear your Washingtonian accent.” “Me?” I questioned him in disbelief. “Yeah,” he replied. Then with a little more cheek than I should of, I responded with, “no ya don’t!” and walked away. I remember thinking to myself he was the one that was dropping letters out of words when he spoke. Later on, I realized why I had responded the way I did. I had a perception about accents and dialects that I had subconsciously acquired as I grew up.
Around the month of August of 2008, the bell ranged and I was dismissed from class. Once, I got out of my class, I went to look for my mom’s car. When I stepped onto the car my mom said, “Jose, guess what?” “What,” I said to her. “Your dad and I decided to move to Colorado,” she said to me excitedly. “What in the world is Colorado, ma?” “Oh my God Jose, never mind about that, aren’t you excited that you’re going to be able to live with you dad?” “Yes, of course!” During
When I had first walked into Meeting Street as school was being dismissed, I couldn’t help but notice the smiles of the children, as they were each being escorted by their own private nurse. Every child I passed waved hello to the best of their ability even though some may not have had full motor skills in their hands. After walking in I had been instantly greeted upon my arrival with great hospitality from the employees. I was fortunate enough to interview Ashley DeSimone, the Marketing Manager of Special Events, at Meeting Street, who from the minute I had shaken her hand treated me like part of their “family”. One of the first things I had asked Ashley was “What makes you different than other schools in the area that provide the same services
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.
I feel like I hit the jackpot with this one, this was the second to last days I would end up going to Union Square and was I happy I decided to. As I was sitting on the steps, I looked over to spot a man who had stains on his t-shirt, paint dripped on his boots and a rather intense opinion about politics. He had a sign that said “Free Speak out” on it and he was definitely cutting it loose with his opinion (Fig. 11). “I’d like to bring up a few points about Hilary that people don’t know before handing the mic over. She overthrew the government of Honduras, we know that. Now Honduras is a wreck, it was a wreck before, it’s even worse now. (Eric). “Ok, were going to open up the mic, this is a free open speak out and we’d like to hear what other people have to say” (Eric). The gentleman named Eric who was first speaking as seen in (Fig. 11) was the one who organized
My teammates, Alex Wu, Andrea Palate, Namara Haq, and I rode the bus, went to city hall, visited the Brookside biking path, Arbor Villa Tennis Court Park, the Plaza, McGonigle’s Market, and KC Community Gardens. The experiences I had visiting these places helped me connect the concepts to the material I learned in class. First, we walked over to Brookside where there was a place to rent bikes to ride on the trail. The Brookside area is an older part of Kansas City, but is well kept and modernized.
Were walking in the hot summer heat of July in Times Square. I’m exhausted, after cramming myself inside a rush-hour subway for 30 minutes and taking a 45 minute ferry to the Statue of Liberty my parents still wanted to go to Times Square. I reminded myself that vacation was meant to be fun and relaxing, so I told myself to “get over it”. As we're making our way through the tourist trap of the city I notice a very brightly lit building with a full clear-glass structure, that read “M&M”S World”. I jumped, M&M’’s was my favorite candy and I was already intrigued by the structures unique color combination across the outside of the building. My and I walked in and were awed by the displays of red, white, blue, green, and every color imaginable.
Last week, My family and I took a trip to Washington, DC. We drove there, which was a fairly terrible experience, but DC itself was nice.
My trip to the Getty museum was filled with anticipation and an unknowing of what Iwas actually searching to write about. I went on a Friday at about eleven but the museum was still full. It took about twenty minutes to find parking, the wait in line was long, and the tram had so many people it felt even hotter then it actually was. But overall the experience was fun. I enjoyed checking out the works of art and watching the classes of elementary students learn about the history and culture in the room. On one occasion I was very surprised because a mother asked her daughter, who could not have been more than six, about a painting was which she correctly identified as Vincent Van Gogh’s Irises, which was great because I never knew about Van Gogh at her age.
Mom came to the door in confusion when she saw who it was. Mom gives me that look as to leave so I do. When Mom comes back, I see my Mom crying. I run up to my Mom and hug her asking her what’s wrong and she says, “Your Dad has been Deported”. Those 5 words had rung in my head.
It was about two years ago when I arrived in United States of America, and I still remember the day when I left my native country, Honduras. As I recall, one day previous to my departure, I visited my relatives who live in San Pedro Sula. They were all very happy for me to see me except my grandmother Isabel. She looked sad; even though she tried to smile at all times when I was talking to her, I knew that deep inside of her, her heart was broken because of my departure the next morning. I remember that I even told her, “Grandma, do not worry about me, I’ll be fine. I promise that I will write you letters and send you pictures as much as possible.” Here reply was, “I know sweetie I know you will.” Suddenly after she said that I started to cry. For som...
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.
It was the second semester of fourth grade year. My parents had recently bought a new house in a nice quite neighborhood. I was ecstatic I always wanted to move to a new house. I was tired of my old home since I had already explored every corner, nook, and cranny. The moment I realized I would have to leave my old friends behind was one of the most devastating moments of my life. I didn’t want to switch schools and make new friends. Yet at the same time was an interesting new experience.