It was a cool and hazy summers night… all I remember is a hand sticking out the door and waving us off. As soon as I got set in the car the lights turned dimmed, and there was a jerk and we were off. It was three in the morning and we just passed downtown Milwaukee. Our car was moving along in the direction of Charlotte, North Carolina. In the blink of an eye, I was asleep. When I awoke we were just exiting Illinois, we had been driving for three hours already. The ride ahead was 15 hours and I was bucked down in the far back of my mom's van. I was sprawled out all the way across the seat. I had the middle seat belt buckle around my waist and was under three blankets. The drive through Indiana and Ohio was extremely boring. All that was there
Wisconsin Dells was better than Six Flags because my family stayed longer. We were in Wisconsin Dells for four days, but we were only at Six Flags for two days. Because we were in the Dells longer, my family was able to create more memories. Six Flags may have had more attractions inside the park itself, but I felt rushed and did not enjoy my time there as much. The length of time my family spent in Wisconsin also gave us the ability to experience the numerous attractions found outside of the park.
It had been raining all of yesterday, and there was still an occasional drizzle now and then. The world looked rather two-dimensional, strange and different. During the car ride, I listened to my music the entire time, the one thing that keeps me from car sickness, and looked out the window. I had never seen anything like it before. Flat land, as far as the eye could see. No houses, fields, or anything but short grass. Combined with the flat gray quality of the sky, the view was rather surreal, a little bit like being on the moon. Sometime after 5 pm, we crossed the Illinois-Wisconsin state line, which was a special moment for me, my first time being over the state border in a little under ten years. The scenery got a little strange again, because we had just got out of the extremely urban area of Wisconsin, because that is our “down south.” But we were now in Illinois’ “up north” area, which consisted of acres of pine forests, dotted with an abundance of biker bars and boat rental
Have you ever been in Iowa? Well I have and I was 7 years old the first time I went. You may ask why did you go to Iowa? Well, my family went and visited my mom’s dad’s mom or my great grandma. We also call her Gigi, she is now in her late 80’s. What would you do if you were going to see your 87 year old grandma?
My Michigan is an old teacher of mine his name is Mr. Stem, he was my science and math teacher for 5th grade,, I had trouble mostly in math and he knew i was good at it so if he knew I needed help he would help me understand what we were doing in class same with science, if i ever needed help with either of the subjects i knew he would be there to help me just like any teacher would, he was a really approachable teacher even outside of school you could walk up to him and he would help you if you needed it, last year he retired and I am happy he was one of the teacher that I had to help me through Math and Science in 5th grade which made 5th grade so much easier because he was so approachable and easy going. If you ever needed him he was there
It was the day of April 13, 2000. I woke up at exactly 12 o’clock because my boyfriend was to pick me up at 1 like we planned the night before. The day looked quite nice, but I was in a fowl mood. I got into a car accident the night before and had a huge argument with my parents about the car. I finally dragged myself into the shower and got ready in half an hour. Then I went downstairs, sat on my couch, and repeatedly told myself the day would hopefully turn out better than last night. At around 1:15, my boyfriend came to pick me up. We took the 5 freeway to the 57 since it was the only way I knew how to get there. As we approached the 134 freeway, my girlfriend veered to the right, taking the 210 which was wrong way and got us lost. So, we exited the freeway and got back on the right track. Then finally, before long, we reached Norton Simon.
I was in Ohio when I first came to America as an Chinese exchange student, I live in a little town surrounded by endless corn fields, basically in the middle of nowhere. I went to a small public high school, which has only 2 Chinese students, including me. All of a sudden my world is completely changed, nothing from my old days is left, and I’m totally not ready for that. I got so homesick, I began to miss everything about China, people, food, and of course, language. That’s probably the reason why I was so eager to speak Chinese every time I meet the other Chinese girl.
Because of some of the circumstances that make me who I am, it is hard to say I have any one definitive home. Instead, I have had two true homes, ever since I was a young child. What makes this even more of a conundrum is that my homes have always had little in common, even though they are only a few hundred miles apart. Between the big city of Houston, Texas, and the small town of Burns Flat, Oklahoma, I have grown up in two very different towns that relate to one another only in the sense that they have both raised me.
The car ride lasted for what felt like an eternity, my parents continuously tried to make small talk but it never helped all I could think of was what I lost and couldn’t ever get back. We finally arrived at the gate leading to the house which looked more like an old...
Growing up in two places was always had for me. My main life in Iowa had my close friends, my school, and my mothers side of the family, but in Ohio I have have all of my fathers side of my family. Every one out there in Ohio are very strict with religion, they go to church every Saturday for 8 hours each time. I’ve always been interested in my religion, but Iowa has no temples to go too so i have never been very religious. I started to go through a very hard time in my life and had no clue how to coupe with my problems. Eventually the stress became way too much to handle and i soon became desperate for help. I had tried very thing from seeing a therapist to trying to distract myself but nothing got better. I was in a very dark place in my life and had no one to talk
After being away for a while, I decided to reacquaint myself with Wisconsin. I feel like I have lost the flavor and taste and sound of it, so I have decided to learn more about my state. My plan is to take a long and relaxing three-month trip with my best friend Charley. Along the way I would like to meet people and make conversations with them. I like to observe the state and I would like my mind to wander as I make this journey with Charley.
The car was hot and stuffy when I slipped back into the driver's seat. I found the most depressing music I owned and drove out of Glenwood as the sun started to set. Two more hours until I was home, two more hours of thinking what a terrible day I had gone through, and two more hours of cussing myself for being so naïve. The drive was a long one.
and I was still lying in my warm and cozy bed, prolonging the last few moments that I would lay in it for months. I was about to embark on one of the biggest and life defining moments of my life…College. We had packed all of my stuff the night before, and all I had left to do that morning was to get dressed in the comfiest clothes that I owned because we had a long ride in front of us. By the time all of us were ready to leave the sun was shining bright and my father, mother, brother, and I were all piling into my moms blue Toyota Highlander, ready to embark on this adventure.
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.
We stayed the night that night with my grandparents staying up till so late or I may have just thought It was so late because I was young and 9:30 was late for me. We would sneak out of the bedroom we slept in the kitchen to get pudding in a cup, he would get chocolate and I would get vanilla and we would mix it together. It is that day I remember till now 15 years later and I look back on a smile because It was so silly to do but meant so much at the
It was December 4, 2014 and it was snowing outside. I was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework. All my family was downstairs, so I was all alone. My English teacher told us to write a paper about how I am different from my classmates. I was thinking about what in my life makes me different and slowly my whole life was playing like a movie in my head. The first memory that popped into my head was my fourth birthday party. It was supposed to be the best birthday ever. My dad was going to come. It was February 24, 2002 at my birthday party. There were so many people there, but I was so focused on my dad coming, no one else seemed to matter. My cake was pink and yellow with a bicycle on it. I had a red and blue inflatable that kids were