As exhilarated as I was, I was not mentally prepared for everything that was about to happen. My heart thumped wildly against my chest. I was in a nervous wreck as I dragged my bag along the carpet floor, heading towards the corridor. The hall was filled with people from different walks of life. I glanced up and noticed a sign telling me that I could get on. Butterflies were all over in my tummy, but the anticipation of the monumental event that was about to take place was even greater. “Today’s the day! I’ll soon be in the air!” I mumbled to myself. Not being able to stand the curiosity and elation that had haunt my heart, I hastened my pace and carried my feet to almost a jog. I was overwhelmed with a mountain of joy with each step closer to the airplane. My entire body could barely hold itself together with the feeling of excitement and nervousness congested in my mind. I was utterly oblivious to the crowd that was with me, running through every details of the airplane’s design. The metal around the entry door was a little rusted and worn, which gave me an eerie feeling. As I stepped aboard the enormous and majestic plane, my face turned wan and beads of perspiration started forming on my head as the fear of heights dawned on me. Out of the blue, a mild and gentle voice jolted me back to reality. An air stewardess greeted me with a warm and welcoming smile plastered on her lovely mug. Her neat uniform matched absolutely perfect to her precise countenance. She had amiable features and a brunette hair styled in big curls. Adrenaline surged in an insurmountable amount through my veins as I searched for my seat. I took the window-seat for an easy view of the spectacle outside. With my trembling hands, I grabbed my bulky bag and shoved it into the upper compartment. I then settled in my seat without much mishap and got myself into a slightly more comfortable sitting. Loud engine booms penetrated the air as the plane started its pace on the lane. The plane’s left...
...Book Report on First They Killed My Father by Loung Ung
The name of one of the books that I read this summer is called "First they Killed my Father" by Loung Ung. I choose this book because it was recommended by an older friend and it was recommended to me by my English teacher. My older friend told me this was a good book and he couldn't put it down. He also told me that it was a easy read and that I would like it. My English teacher also told me that this book is good and that I would be interested in reading it.
This book is about a little girl, and her six siblings, whose life gets change when the Khmer Rouge takes over Cambodia led by a guy name Pol Pot. Under Pol Pot's command everyone is sent to labor camps to help the government pay for weapons from the Chinese. Throughout the book Loung, the main character, has to wake up everyday not knowing if she’ll have enough to eat or if she would be able to go on another day. One of my favorite quotes, on the bottom of page 127, is when Chou, Loung's older sister, and Loung arrive at an all girls camp. "So what? I can take any one of them, but if they gang up on me, they can beat me. I don't let them know that. I don't care if I win, but I will draw blood. I will get in my punches." I like this quote a lot because it shows that she'll never give up. It also shows confidence, in that she's not...
...between this world and the afterlife. The poems "On MyFirst Son" by Ben Jonson and "Death Be Not Proud" by John Donne are perfect examples of those two arguing sides. "On MyFirst Son" has a very distinct tone of being sad and morbid about death that is evident throughout the poem. On the other hand "Death Be Not Proud" has an angry and witty tone about death, saying that death should not be feared but embraced.
The poem "OnMyFirst Son" is a elegy about Ben Jonson's son who died at the age of 7. Ben Jonson looks at death as a terrible stage in life that has taken away his son at such a young age. He can not understand why God has taken his son away so soon and wishes that it was he himself that God had chosen as expressed in this quote "Will man lament the state he should envy?" (Line 6). Ben Jonson uses figurative language throughout the poem to strengthen his sad and morbid tone. The author used two types of figurative language in the first line of his poem, "Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;"(line 1). He first addresses a "farewell" to his son which is an apostrophe since his son can not answer. He also made a biblical reference to Jesus being at the right hand of God, called an allusion. Ben Jonson strengthens his tone by using an extended metaphor in lines 3 and 4, "Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee...
First few days at college
Date 28th February 2014,
Time 8:30 am to 6:00 pm
All students gathered in the auditorium and were given a welcoming speech by our senior FMB Program candidates, they shared their practical experiences from the program, and gave us a frank advice i.e. to remain focused, retain learning’s, attend all the lectures, on time submission of assignments, avoid partial group behavior, etc. which was like an eye opener for us.
We were then divided into two groups i.e. GROUP I & GROUP II, I was part of the latter group and therefore we had to remain in the same room, we were then accompanied by Prof Jyotsna Shah and was to improve our verbal ability and confidence, in which we had to address a speech to our group of 35 members on any desired topic, for a minute and half, I learned in this about my group members ideologies and likes, it also influenced me to know about myself in knowing time taken in decision making which was a reality check, simultaneously video recordings were done and replayed in order to correct the correct postures, loudness, expressions etc.
The class of 75 was then amalgamated again, and Sir Mac Fernandes accompanied us with his valuable learning’s on World Competitive Report, which was a reality check for us Indians, as I realized the countries’ economy is in a very bad shape, also something that inspired me was Sir Mac’s fundamentals in life, he believed in...
...How many people have the good fortune to travel by plane? I was one of the fortunate few. Myfirstflight in the air was the most exciting experience in my life.
I was travelling from Delhi to London by air. I entered the aeroplane in the morning. It was like getting into a car or bus but the noise of the machine made us feel that it was different. Soon the plane took off and rose in the air higher and higher. The buzzing sound which had fascinated me continued. When I looked down, things looked tiny.
The plane rushed fast through the air without a bump or a jolt, when all of a sudden bad weather overtook us. The plane began to swing from side to side and the pilot was a little troubled in controlling it, but I felt happy like a bird swinging in the air. Due to weather, some of the passengers felt sick. Some slept in their seats but I sat still. I took great pleasure in looking at the scenery of the different places as we passed over.
After flying for a few hours, we were told that we were passing over a big desert which looked like a meadow from the air. It was a lovely sight. The sun was just setting. The ships below looked like toys floating in a tub of water. The blue sea was simply enchanting.
We stopped at Cairo for the night. The coming down of the plane was quite pleasant. The plane had made some peculiar movements while landing. I was told that it was due to some engine trouble.
During dinner I...
... Firstflight of my life
I couldn't forget the day when I got a chance to travel by plane for the first time. I was in grade five and I was 10 years old. Unfortunately, I had to travel alone because my parents didn't get a leave from their office. I was flying from my hometown of Kathmandu to Pokhara. Although, that was a domestic flight I was so excited while travelling to my maternal uncle's house. The plane was shaking abnormally at the time of take off. I was so scared, for a while I thought that I made a wrong decision to travel by plane and would had been much better, if I had travelled by any road vehicle rather than by plane. I had a negative thought at that time because I thought that something was going wrong with that plane . After reaching above the ground level, I felt safe and my heart started beating normally. I got a chance to see my eye pleasing beauty of nature and really enjoyed the scenery outside. After flying around one and half hours plane landed at Pokhara domestic airport. My maternal uncle and his whole family were there to welcome me. I made a call and informed my parents that I arrived safely. That day was one of the most memorable and pleasurable day of my life because I got a chance to fly and meet my...
Two years ago, I travelled to Los Angeles. It was myfirstflight and I was really scared. I flew there alone. A flight started at 6.15 a.m. I came to the airport at 6.20 a.m. but the plane haven't flown yet. At first, I was scared of that incredible height, but I got used to that.
When the plane finally landed, I started to be really excited. I got to the airport and I passed through the security service who took my suitcase and said that they will give that back to me as soon as they check me. They finaIly gave me a suitcase and I called the taxi because I needed transport to my hotel. Then I realized that suitcase the security service gave me is not mine.I told them what happened, but they have just told me: „We don't care about lost stuff“. I tried to explain that they gave me a wrong suitcase, but they were really busy and they didn't want to talk to me. My taxi was already on the way and I was really worried. I went to the toillete and there I saw a man holding my suitcase but he suddenly got lost in the crowd. My taxi came, but I told the driver to give me just a minute to find my lost suitcase. When I entered the airport, I saw a man holding my suitcase in a crowd. I...
...conversation with you,
rather than tell you my life story. Kirkuk, a city of 1 million people, is where I saw the world for
myfirst time. It is a city rich in oil in Kurdistan-Iraq, also called the “black gold city.” Those are
all nice facts but it still is not the best place to spend your entire life, there is plenty of corruption,
political and security issues, etc. Because of this, I dreamed of coming to the United States to
study, and that dream came true.
October 12, 2011, 12 AM, it was a chilly night in Erbil city (Kurdistan’s capital city). I
had never felt so excited before in my life. I had spent 2 days shopping for this moment. The
people travelling consisted of me and Juliet, a colleague and a friendly, mature girl, whom I
was supposed to meet at the airport main gate that night. One of my best friends, “Sarkawt”,
helped me get a taxi to the biggest airport in the hopefully growing region in north Iraq. “Call
me as soon as you have chance to, take care of yourself,” Sarkawt said, with his usual smile in
such situations, although his true meaning is questionable. The taxi was waiting for me. “Sama!”
as only my close friends and family call me. “Get in the car now! There is no time to waste.”
When the taxi started moving, I heard somebody yelling, “Do not forget gate and terminal
numbers,” I was glad that the taxi driver seemed like he...
...Esguerra, Aya Micaela Q.
English1 Narrative Essay
MyFirst on Firsts
Never have I ever been the risk-taker type of person. I kept on rationalizing and reasoning out that things should be done according to a valid purpose just to avoid being asked to do them. And frankly, I found every purpose or reason other people trying to convince me tell, in any way possible, invalid. I have escaped many adventures in life and lost opportunities that were already laid out in front of me. I practically think I even consider almost everything a waste of my time. Being the law-abiding citizen that I am, I thought life should be lived only according to every rule that was set. I was extremely obedient to the point that when my mother says I can’t leave the table unless I finish my food, I really didn’t move. And when she got back to check on me, she saw me sleeping beside my untouched lunch.
I grew up being prohibited to a lot of things because I was taken care of a little too much by my grandparents. I did everything as they say. It was a mortal sin for me to disappoint any member of my family. I never asked for anything material as a reward either because I thought I didn’t deserve any. You could just imagine me as this shy and quiet type of little girl, prim-and-proper. ‘Di makabasag-pinggan, like how most people see me. I think it was...