Airport Appearances
A shrieking whistle breaks the dark silence of the room. I roll over with a dazed groan and slam on the snooze.
5:00 a.m. "Why do the nights go so much quicker than the days?", I ask myself as I roll back over in a futile attempt to relish the extra seven minutes I've been granted by the neon globe on my night stand.
5:02 a.m. There are a few things I can see without my glasses in the dim light of the morning, and this is one of them: Seven extra minutes are not going to compensate for last night's fun. It's time to get moving or I'm going to be late.
After stumbling down the stairs and into the shower, I regain consciousness and hurry to get ready. It's all planned out. Five minutes to shower (o.k. ten), five minutes to brush teeth, comb hair, etc., ten minutes to put on my face.
5:35 a.m. In a mad dash I race from the house to my car in a desperate attempt to "miss" the sub-zero temperatures outside. Impatiently I wait for my car to grind to a start and shiver against the ice cube on which I am sitting. After a couple of minutes it idles down and I turn the heat on "3", click the locks, slam the door, and dash back inside to change into my uniform.
My uniform. If you can call it that. One gigantic bolt of cloth might be a better word for it. Whoever chose these denim skirts and blouses must have been out of their gourd. I pull on my socks and run back down the stairs, a little more awake this time.
5:42 a.m. Good. I succeeded. I am all ready to go and still have time for my breakfast ritual. Two pieces of toast with honey. I pop them in the toaster and get butter and honey ready. Knife at hand and paper towel on table, I grab the toast from the toaster and prepare. I'm running a lit...
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...!," I exclaim. Now that I know the destination, I 'm not quite as jealous. Skiing's never been the most enjoyable activity for uncoordinated me.
"Well, do you have a long layover here?"
"About three hours."
"That would give you time to think about it and decide."
"Yes, I think you are right. It's just gorgeous. It's hard to pass up. I'll have to get my husband and talk it over with him."
"That sounds like a great idea! I'll just tuck it back in the case here and it will be right here waiting for you when you get back.
"Thank you very much you have been sooo helpful," she says almost condescendingly and as she walks out the door promises that, "I'll be back!" I turn around to resume my "lean" against the counter and find a customer waiting to make his purchase.
"Hello!", I say as I greet him.
And so begins another day at the airport.
and from now on we are supposed to get up at five o’clock in the
“I’m sorry I am late, I overslept” or “I can’t make morning appointments, I have a hard time waking up in the morning.” These are the infamous excuses and reasoning’s I have abused time after time for my repetitive failure to accept the help my alarm clock offers every morning. For the longest time, I have shared a deep passion with sleeping in. However, this passionate habit of mine has cost me a lot of losses from losing responsibilities that were entrusted to me as well as losing valuable time each day. Having accustomed myself to this comfortable habit, I have neglected the fact that I am being given twenty-four glorious hours each day to accommodate my responsibilities as a human being. With each day wasted, I tend to live a more stress filled lifestyle because after I wake up each afternoon, I anxiously spend the remaining hours of my day trying to make up for lost time. After being fed up with my delayed lifestyle, I had no one to blame but myself. To help me battle my habitual sleeping in, I turned to the help of Laura Vanderkam’s book, What The Most Successful People Do before Breakfast.
The Wizard of Menlo Park, formally known as Thomas Edison, was born into a medium sized family and lost most of his hearing by the time he turned 14. Essentially being a self-taught student, Edison, by the end of his career, held over 1,000 patents in America alone (“Thomas Edison Home.”). He made inventions that reduced the workload of people by a substantial amount. His inventions were many and helped many more by contributing masses of technological advances and providing them at an affordable price to families that needed them.
Another invention that is now frequently used is the computer. The concept was made in 1822, by Charles Babbage, but it wasn’t until 1837 when he ...
“I find out what the world needs. Then I go ahead and try to invent it (Sullivan 5).” These are the word that Thomas Alva Edison lived his life by. This is why he is known as the greatest inventor in Americas history. Thomas was granted 1093 patents over his life time. Some of the main inventions that changed the world are the electric light bulb, phonograph and movie camera and projector and much more(Jenkins 1). Thomas Edison is well known for his invention of electricity but he has made many more contributions to society.
Cheating is a destructive act that periodically results in a termination of a relationship. In this case, Kate Chopin’s short story “The Storm” features a symbolic storm which forces a passionate and married woman in encountering her past love. She is left in an extraordinary situation which could potentially terminate her relationship with her family. The storm functions as a mean to an end, as it deliberately build the situation to set a tension between the two protagonists. Also, as the tension grows, both characters succumb to their overwhelming desire for each other, and thus resulting in an act of passion. The departing of the storm reflects the implicit scheme of itself in the incident. Furthermore, the storm operates as imagery and foreshadowing to represent the sexual tension of the two characters. The raging storm serves as the key symbolic element in relation to the two unfaithful characters, namely Calixta and Alcée, in their act of lovemaking.
Mark I. It was actually a electromechanical calculation. It is said that this was the first potentially computers. In 1951 Remington Rand’s came out with the UNIVAC it began
It’s 6 am, Monday morning,I have to get ready for school with this alarm screaming in my
I lie face down on my bed. The pillow under my head his damp and my head hurts and my face burns from the salt in my tears. Pushing myself up I looked around. There's no disembodied mouths, no terrible humanoid monsters. I'm in my room alone. In my panic I've trashed the place but it's nothing a good clean up can't fix. I feel empty. The catharsis is over and there is nothing left in me but a weak feeling of uneasiness. Manic hallucinations always leave me like this. Sluggish, I kick my way under the blankets and tuck myself in. I'll sleep for a while then clean up.
"School Start Time and Sleep." National Sleep Foundation. National Sleep Foundation, 2013. Web. 6 Nov. 2013. .
The heart begins racing the moment the car pulls into the airport parking lot. The smell of jet fuel, automobile exhaust, and hot tarmac combine to assault the senses with images of exotic escapes and the kind of freedom that can only come from airports. I feel the thrum of the engines at takeoff and the vibration of the plane during the flight in my skin. I see people listening to MP3s and playing video games. I hear the couple behind me chatting about the weather in Florida and the possibility of rain. I recognize the smell of fading perfume that women are wearing. Chanel, Windsong and White Diamonds clash with the smell of popcorn and Quizno sandwiches.
You simply ask me “why I should be FashPhenomenon's prom queen?” My reasoning’s why have nothing to do with success, competition or fame. Just A brief description of who I am and yet to become. I’m just an ordinary teenage female expressing her thoughts through her writing. As I think about yesterdays past it brings me to a road where there are no turns. I must stop and share my sorrow as I ease the pain on paper. After being together for many years the definition of love was finally defined by both mother and father. My mother was conceived at the age of seventeen by my father. Both individuals were still attending High School. After my father found out he was going to be a father he denied me as his child. He then made my mother take a DNA test to determine whether or not I was really his child. My mother dropped out of high school and was alone for awhile, not having anyone to help her with her needs. I was given the name Ashley Ann Rodriguez on December 28,1991. I am nineteen years old and a senior attending New Dorp High School. I am the oldest out of my four other siblings. The perfect definition to describe my lifestyle is "struggle." Growing up in my shoes wasn't as pleasant as life should be. I was never given the opportunity to experience the lifestyle of a stable home. It was more like a home that was just happy having the ability to spend quality time with your loved ones. Life as a young girl was difficult having to move from place to place, from living in shelters to living with friends and family members. My mother was a single mother who didn't care about many things in her life other then her relationships and drinking problem. I would constantly watch my mother get beaten by so many men and there was nothing that...
I've already woken up, and taken my shower, and now I trudge back to my room to get ready for my classes. I turn on my lamp (technology), without which I couldn't put on my make-up.
A half hour goes by my partner awakens, he streches his body out and rolls over and says "five more minutes". I couldn't wait five more minutes! My clock reads 9:48, I am hungry at ths point. All I ca...