A warm June breeze hits the densely packed crowd, positioned prostrate on damp ocean blue beach chairs as the harmful rays of the summer sun pour down onto pale backs of the shirtless people. Loud music blasts out of multiple speakers by the pool and sounds loud enough to knock you over if you get close enough. A positive vibe can be felt amongst all the people as we are all anxious to reach our destination. Loud footsteps can be heard as there seems to be a rush towards the shade where the refreshments are located. Occasional gusts of wind nudge sunglasses out of position and cause a chase down of runaway hats. When the ocean breeze is not too strong, peace is being enjoyed by the people. No stress can be felt by anyone. The scent of the salty ocean water climbs into my nostrils with each breeze that passes along the aroma of ice cream from the kids who …show more content…
The stench of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies fills the room along with the scent of a newly cleaned room just prepared recently for our satisfaction. The new music can barely be heard as the ears of us all continue to ring from the deafening music of before. Cling! Clang! Goes the air hockey puck as it slides gracefully until it meets the opposing red paddle on the other side which sends the puck forcefully in the other direction. Boys and girls sit on the comfortable green bean bag chairs and the chatter between them is at a low buzz. That buzz is silenced every time a what seems like a roar of a lion comes from the by the foosball table as a game winning shot was driven powerfully into the net by the spin of a handle. The spinning of handles sounds like car wheels trying to get out of mud. The ball ricochets off the walls seemingly endlessly as a soft bang can be heard continuously with the help of a rocking boat to move the miniature sphere in an unexpected
The whole island is in the shape of a giant square with white sandy beaches full of people sunbathing, swimming and fishing right on the shoreline. From the end of the hot pavement parking lot to shore of the beach is an ocean of soft white sand. The pearlescent white sand seems to know how to invade every nook and cranny almost as if it enjoys it. Walking around the beach on the fluffy whiteness surrounding the parking lot, the seagulls are fighting over scraps of food on the ground. “Sandy beach ecosystems provide invaluable services to humankind. Their functions have been exploited through history, with significant anthropogenic effects (Lucrezi, 2015)”. This white sandy beach is a beautiful refuge from the mundane grind of everyday life. The smell of the misty ocean air mixed with the sound of seagulls hovering above and kids playing is a tonic for the mind. The feel of the sand between their toes and the waves crashing over them as people swim in the water, or the jerk of a fishing pole when someone is catching a fish makes Fred Howard Park one of the best places to relax. Standing on the beach looking out on the water, people are kayaking and windsurfing. The lifeguards watching vigilantly in their bright red shirt and shorts, blowing their whistles when they see someone being unsafe. After a long day of swimming and laying around visitors head back over the soft white sand to the showers, in order to rinse off the menacing sand that clings to everything like a bad habit. Everyone rushes over the hot pavement burning their feet to reach their cars so they can put away their beach paraphernalia which is still covered in the white sand, nearly impossible to completely leave behind, so when they get home it serves as a reminder of where they were that
One of the most destructive forces that is destroying young black people in America today is the common cultures wicked image of what an realistic black person is supposed to look like and how that person is supposed to act. African Americans have been struggling for equality since the birth of this land, and the war is very strong. Have you ever been in a situation where you were stereotyped against?
Queens is one of the most diverse boroughs in New York. There is just about every ethnicity living in it. Growing up in Queens I adapted to the diverse environment at a very young age. Living in a diverse environment impacted my way of thinking and the way I act towards others.
The smell of the restaurants faded and the new, refreshing aroma of the sea salt in the air took over. The sun’s warmth on my skin and the constant breeze was a familiar feeling that I loved every single time we came to the beach. I remember the first time we came to the beach. I was only nine years old. The white sand amazed me because it looked like a wavy blanket of snow, but was misleading because it was scorching hot. The water shone green like an emerald, it was content. By this I mean that the waves were weak enough to stand through as they rushed over me. There was no sense of fear of being drug out to sea like a shipwrecked sailor. Knowing all this now I knew exactly how to approach the beach. Wear my sandals as long as I could and lay spread out my towel without hesitation. Then I’d jump in the water to coat myself in a moist protective layer before returning to my now slightly less hot towel. In the water it was a completely different world. While trying to avoid the occasional passing jellyfish, it was an experience of
This report is going to be on the game Ice hockey. A game of hockey is divided into three twenty minute time periods that are called periods. Between each period there is a fifth teen minute intermission. In hockey there are several ways a game may end if there is a tie at the end of regulation. The pros use one twenty sudden death period in which the first to score is the winner. In the amateurs they use a shoot out in which five players from each team are selected and allowed to go one on one with the opposing goalie and which ever team scores the most goals after all five members for both teams have taken their shot they are the winners. If there is a tie after this it keeps repeating until a winner is crowned.
I walk into the rink and I see my teammates sitting in a circle not talking, just slowly eating their carefully planned out carbohydrate loaded breakfast. I sit in the circle and look around as they all give me reassuring looks. I say nothing as I slowly eat my bagel and raisons; I am just thinking about the task in hand. When everyone is done eating the coach orders us to the locker room. Twenty, young, determined hockey players file into the Shaker Raiders locker room, sit down quietly and patiently wait for the coach to make his speech.
From a young age, Tommy Gordon was different than the other boys his age. In a way that set him apart from the others, even those 5 years older than him. When Tommy tried various sports, he was far and away the best one than the others. That fact was proven to be very true on a bleak winter evening in December. 16 year old Tommy laced up his hockey skates, and stepped out onto his frozen pond just like many times previously. He grabbed a puck, and *thwacked* it into the net. Well, let’s just say “into” is an understatement, because the puck went through the net, and kept on going. The puck traveled through his neighbor’s window, through the walls, and all the way through the city of Thunder Bay, Ontario. The puck finally rolled to a stop at
The many faces of race and ethnicity are such a large and broad subject, It is dominant in my family and my experiences. It was many years before I knew that I was in what would be considered a subordinate group or a minority of a group of people. Race was never discussed in my family. I was never told that I was less or better than another group or race of people. At the ages of eight and nine years old, my sister and I had no idea that when the cashier waited on the European lady who came in behind us first, was being prejudice and discriminatory. We didn’t know for some time, until we were older. It may seem odd but that is it the way it was in our neighborhood which was 99 percent black. There was one White/Native-American family. This family was not treated any differently than anyone else in the neighborhood. All seven of the children from this amalgamated couple, married into the African-American race. Coincidently, I just found out recently that the mother, who recently passed away, of this family was actually an Eskimo. I am not one who likes to stereotype a race or group of people but looking back and
My perception of our world is that racism exists everywhere, even in the land of liberty, America. I am aware of the fact that there is racism against not only blacks, but also whites, Asians, along with people from all other ethnicities. I believe racism is deplorable in any form. Therefore I do my best not to be racist in any way.
We got there right after the sun’s peak time ended, so around 3pm, and my breath was taken away by it’s beauty. The sand is so soft, it feels like a fuzzy blanket on a cold fall day. When I walked on the beach I could faintly smell the of salt. As I would walk into the water, I could feel my skin tighten as the salt water would touch my skin. Then, as I got out of the water, I could taste the salt lingering on my lips.
It would have been easy to resolve had either one of us wanted to end the squabble. Looking back, it is unbelievable to me that I acted the way I did. Again and again the situation runs through my mind, unveiling new ends to the argument. It was a perfect example of similar scenes playing themselves out all over the world - the most basic level of social conflict we have, the easiest to resolve.
Wait. Be still. Don't go over the line. Don't let go. Wait for it. "BANG!" My reactions were precise as I sprung out of the blocks. The sun was beating down on my back as my feet clawed at the blistering, red turf. With every step I took, my toes sunk into the squishy, foul smelling surface, as my lungs grasped for air. Everything felt the way it should as I plunged toward my destination. I clutched the baton in my sweaty palms, promising myself not to let go. My long legs moved me as fast as I could go as I hugged the corner of the line like a little girl hugging her favorite teddy bear. The steps were just like I had practiced. As I came closer to my final steps, my stomach started twisting and my heart beat began to rise. The different colors of arrows started to pass under my feet, and I knew it was time.
As I walked down the sidewalk, my nose picked up the salty scent of the sea breeze. I looked ahead and saw the gleaming beach in the far distance. Before me, the tranquil city along with the endless blue sea sandwiched the golden beach that stretched across for miles. Then my eyes were grasped by the incredible beauty of the city skyscrapers that stood hundreds of meters tall, and they probably had also captured the sight of many other tourists. Some people were jogging and others were bike riding Just as the yellow sun rises from behind the buildings. It’s easy for many people t...
Some of the common themes that I have identified in my life about racism are being too afraid to admit that I am racist, ignorance, and the fear of offending someone. It is hard to admit that I am racist because it is not an appealing quality. A recent event that validates that I am racist was when I went on a plane. I told my friend that if I saw someone who was from the Middle East I would freak out inside. I felt bad saying this, but this is how I truly feel.
Imagine a world where everyone looked and talked the same, a world where there was no culture, and all people did was the daily essentials and nothing else. Well there are times when I think when people are racist that’s what they really want, for there to be one race and one color and that’s it. In my opinion that’s boring way to live life, when we were created by the creator we were meant to look different from each other have, have different cultures, and have respect for one another when we don’t all look alike. Racism is not something people are born with, it’s not something you inherit from your ancestors, racism is thought. Usually people learn to become racists either form their parents or there friends and where they grew up.