High School Senior Trip Ever notice how "Time flies when you're having fun"? In fact, when friends and vacation are involved, it's even seemingly more so. After all, that's what the high school senior trip is all about. Clinton High School has always been known for its senior trips. While surrounding high school seniors were taking trips to Washington, D.C. and Disney World, the seniors at Clinton High School were cruising to the Bahamas. The graduating class of 1990 was no different. The bus ride to Florida, where we were to board the ship, was only the beginning. Everyone was excited about going on a cruise and anxious to get to the Bahamas. Due to the fact that we were all teenagers and no one in our graduating class had ever been to the Bahamas, we obviously had chaperones. Everyone was laughing and having a good time. Apparently some students were having more fun than others were because before the bus even got out of South Carolina the chaperones could smell alcohol. After a while, we stopped and ate lunch. We were exhausted at this point. Soon after that everyone was asleep and continued to sleep the remainder of the way to Florida. By the time everyone was awake, we were in Ft. Lauderdale. Here we boarded the cruise ship. Are you familiar with the phrase "So much to do, so little time"? That just about summarizes the events that take place aboard the cruise ship. We boarded the ship like a flock of birds. Then everyone split up and went separate ways. There was so much to do and see on this ship, I don't think that it could all be done in a week must less three days. Keep in mind that we are teenagers and we will soon be in international waters. You know what that means—no age limit. We we... ... middle of paper ... ...ch to catch some rays. A lot of the girls that went to the Market stopped at a small shop and got their hair braided. Before we knew it, the time had come to board the ship and set sail back to Florida. That evening aboard ship was even wilder than the evening before. We saw the chaperones just walking around and looking. Word got around that the chaperones had given up on us. They were going to just let us run wild and do whatever we wanted to do. Needless to say, we did. We were docked in Florida and back home before we knew it. All in all our senior class trip was one of the best times that I have ever had. It also seemed like one of the shortest. Specifically, it was the best time that a graduating class from Clinton High School ever had. In simpler terms, we were the last graduating class of Clinton High School to take a cruise to the Bahamas.
But nearly as soon as Marion's dreams of sailing became reality, the reality became a nightmare. On the voyage home, a whale rammed the schooner, ripping the seams and sending water into the hold. Before the schooner went down, the captain, al...
A couple years ago a friend of one of my best friends traveled to L.A. on a business trip. One night he went to a bar that reminded him of one back in Annapolis. He went in and played a round of pool and won--the guy he beat offered him a round of drinks and they got to talking. They talked about home and after a few more drinks, Bob lost track of time.
The driver sped off towards Ester Island which is a island where we take oil out of the sea floor. We got to see all of the seals barking and jumping up and down on the island. After we went to Ester Island we went to the North Side of the beach and waved hi to the other Junior Lifeguards who were on their paddle boards. Now it was time to head back to south side jetty and get ready for boat drops. We got as close as it was safe to go to the jetty, then all of us climbed back onto the swim step, hung our heels as far off the edge as we could, and held onto the plastic of the boat or the slippery metal railing. The lifeguards told us we would be going 25 mph and that when we were pointed to we would roll off of the edge like a rolly polly. The engine then started up and we were off. There were four people who went before me then I was pointed to. I quickly took my hands off of the railing and hugged my legs. I rolled off of the swim step into the fluffy wake from the boat. The wake sent me spinning in circles under water and I got some water up my nose, but I loved it! Everyone who was in the water looked at each other with smiles as big as the
Before beginning the research for this work, I had planned on producing a paper and presentation which detailed the history of open sea navigation and the difficulties and dangers which would have faced sailors and seamen during the Age of Discovery. My premise was that we, living in the twentifirst century, had lost touch with the reality of just how hazardous a voyage such as that undertaken by Columbus was. I had hoped to be able to capture for the listener and reader a sense of wonder at the bold willingness to risk life and limb that was demonstrated by the explorers of this era as they left the safety of the waters and oceans that they knew, to challenge the unknown. I had wanted to capture that feeling of stomach-dropping fear that I believed these brave men must have experienced as the headlands they were leaving slipped out of sight below the horizon, possibly never to be seen again. Had I been successful in writing such a paper, I would have succeeded not in exploring history, but rather in producing fiction.
The “Open Boat” is a short story written by Stephen Crane (1871-1900). This story develops the tragic fate of the SS Commodore. This ship had for mission to transport ammunition for the Cuban rebels from Jacksonville, Florida to Cuba with his 28 Souls On Board. Unfortunately the ship sank after hitting a sandbar because of the fog. This story relates how the crew was fighting with the sea for his life and how they survived in the life raft during two long nights. In this paper we will argue the fact that despite some aspects, the “Open Boat” is still considered as a traditional sea journey.
As I opened my eyes, I saw a giant cruise ship in front of my eyes.It took two whole days but we finally reached Florida where we went Rock Gliding.It’s where you have to get past a giant,rocky maze.The winner gets to cans of ice cream.Though my sister won,we all shared the ice cream.Next stop,the Bahamas!!!In the bahamas we went parasailing up 700 ft above water level,it was so much fun.The boat driver even let us touch the smooth,light blue water with our feet.Finally, we ended with a relaxing dolphin swim on the soft,delicate beach of Jamaica.
That was something, I just feel off the boat. Lightly, I drift along water. I see a few of my brothers and sisters, but I am very far away from them.
Even though we were in Florida, the sunshine state, it was still March and wearing two wetsuits didn’t keep my teeth from chattering. So we went back to the boat. After ten minutes the others in my group came back. Which meant the young couple with us came back. A date with manatees, why not? I would love that. During the time it took for them to get back I had watched a manatee go under one of the other boats resting in the lagoon. I was thankful all the boats were required to have covers over the propellers. Capt. Stacey started the motor, and the boat puttered out. Once we were back at the docks by our hotel, we walked to our rooms and I promptly fell on my bed, exhausted like I had just ran a mile
I was presented with this trip because of my work with the youth violence prevention initiative over the summer. This trip allowed me to hear from students all over the United States. While attending I had the privilege to network and join a new organization. The trip was a week long, it basically was a learning experience for me. I was able to see that my community wasn’t the only one to face problems with education or
It was a breezy and cloudy June morning as I made my way through Door County traffic. My best memory was driving up here was when I was about 10 head dangling out the window as the wind blew in my face. As I drove through the small towns I saw the rustic houses, cute cafes, and pedestrians enjoying their day. I drove a little farther and suddenly saw the great and sparkling blue Lake Michigan and the ferry dock where I would soon be boarding. This would be my 100th time on this boat going to Washington Island, but I knew would still get the same sick feeling. I slowly approached the ticket booth, purchased my two-way ticket, and pulled onto the boat. It was a windy day and the waves were splashing high on the side of the ferry. I got out of
First, the four women known as the coxless crew take on a new challenge to set out to row the Pacific Ocean, which breaks the social boundaries during colonial America in the 17th – 18th century. The four women are strong and confident to win a battle of sexes. They do not believe they were created to conform to the ideologies of home makers and caretakers in American society. Women suffering and rejection was necessary for them to evolve out of discouragement. For example, the quality of their life was perceived as fragile and a sense of hopelessness. They rose to the occasion and did something about it with actions not words. They started their journey with motivation to succeed.
The ride to Maine was horrible it wasn’t the waves it was the poor conditions of the boat for 15 days on sea. There were leaks on the creaky boards so when it rained in my quarters it would drip, and the wind threatened to sink the boat every time it blew a gust. Though that was sure better then the pirates! They are scoundrels they think if someone bought it it’s there’s! They steal and destroy whatever you own! That was my last straw so next time they came I defended my property and now they
Suddenly, something peculiar occurred: the deck was silent. The floorboards weren’t creaking, the drunken sailors weren’t obnoxiously ruffling my hair, and my father wasn’t grabbing me by my cravat, yanking me above deck. Everything was quiet. I leaned over the side of the net bed and I grabbed my old blue coat with the shiny gold buttons, and I bolted above deck. The ship was almost like a ghost-town. Nobody was working on cleaning the deck or furling the sails. “Dad? Dad, are you here? I’m sorry for sleeping in late!” I hollered, slowly opening the door to his captain’s quarters. “Is anybody here?”
As the boat got close enough the seamen let down an old rope ladder for us to climb up onto the main deck. It was the RMS Carpathia, another ship making its maiden voyage, like the Titanic. We were the first people that had boarded the boat from the lifeboats, they said they had a limited amount of rooms left. Since we were the first who were rescued I got to enjoy this cruise, after the horrors of the
I was able to spend a lot of time with my family, our friends, and play all sorts of games. This experience made me start to like traveling. Every time I would get the chance to travel, I will take that chance. We were able to go to a theme park, eat many delicious foods, and play many video