I was once blind or should say I believed riding the Lynx bus was going to be scary and dangerous. I was riding the Lynx bus because my parents didn’t buy me a car, they didn’t want to wake up every morning to drop me off, and most importantly didn’t trust me with driving their car. Therefore, my only option was to ride the bus, and I was mad and overwhelmingly scared. To top it all off my parents said “It’s not that bad, once you know where you going then you won’t be scared anymore.” I thought to myself it’s easy for them to say because they not the ones that have to ride the bus back and forth to college. After that I did my very best to try to persuade them why I shouldn’t ride the bus to school. Such as, haven’t they heard the news how …show more content…
women and teenage girls were getting raped all over the place! Or I hit them with your going to have to give me money every day to ride the bus, so wouldn’t it be more sensible to just drive me back and forth to college. I mean your complaining about the gas to put in the car but you’re adding on extra money by giving me money every day to ride the bus. Not to mention a lynx month pass is $50. They didn’t budge one bit, they had to practically drag me to the bus stop that morning. I expected the bus to be scary but I had to admit it wasn’t at all.
I had so many conspiracies of riding the bus, I thought perverted people ride buses and they were going to bother me, I thought it was going to be confusing because I have to ride two buses to get to Valencia which were identified with numbers. For instance, I ride bus 44 and get off and ride bus 37 the rest of the way. Not only was I opened to a more open view on people riding buses but I was no longer classifying what kind of people ride buses. I never thought I was going to ever ride the Lynx bus. But now I look at it as a school bus but not with kids but with grown people who are trying to get to where they are going because they simply just might not have enough money to buy a car at the time. Also I know how it feels to ride a lynx bus, to explain I would be riding in the car with my parents and see people getting on the lynx bus and be like I know what it’s like to ride that bus. So me looking at them made me realize when I grow up, I want a car and keep that car because I do not like riding the bus with a whole bunch of people. At the same time I thanked my parents for introducing me to riding the lynx bus just in case in the future if there ever comes a time and I say again if there ever comes a time I need to ride a bus because I can’t afford a car I wouldn’t be scared and would know how to ride the city bus to where ever I needed to
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However, the 4 train resides with me because it gives me the chance to explore the subway thoroughly. It’s always a scary feeling as the 4 train approaches the train station because it sounds like a pack of Rhinos crashing into a halt. I enter the train and quickly gaze of a seat because I know people will be racing to any open seats available. Luckily I found two empty seats and that’s where my luck ended because right next to me sat a drunk who smelled like he had been drinking gallons of liquor. Everyone around him decided to get up and move somewhere else. I decided to move carts because I can’t stand the smell of liquor. That might have been a good thing because I walked right into someone signing “Barcelona by Bill Newman.” After he finished signing I was the only one who clapped and the man turned around and gave me a big smile that I still remember till today. Most people were far too busy listening to their earbuds and didn’t even acknowledge him singing. There were no chatter or laughter, everyone is minding their own business. The mood gradually became positive as more teenagers and kids entered the train. The train ride just became a news source because you can year the gossips or the latest
The reaction and effectiveness of this poster might have been different in today’s society because Americans take full advantage of carpooling. The creation of Uber and Lyft are methods Americans use to carpool. This poster marked the beginning of a new tradition in American culture. Carpooling since 1945 has been a method to save gas and money. Overall during my analysis, I was able to put myself in the mindset of an American citizen during this time period. In today’s society, this poster would be effective to Americans including myself because we actually take advantage of carpooling in our daily
The New York City Subway System, or the Metropolitan Transportation Authority (MTA), has become the “life line” of New York City (NYC) since people are reliant on the subway system for commuting to different places within the city. One such person, who buys this fact, is a person by the name of SunDo K, who runs and owns a restaurant business in Cypress, California. He claimed in his profile on Yelp that, “One of the best part about New York City is traveling via the subway.” Now there are also acid twists and turns into this. Precisely there are many others out there whose judgment matches flawlessly the same with K. They find the MTA quite advantageous of there way of going around town, while there are other people, who find the system comparatively exasperating, and disappointing for its following: punctuality, fare, overcrowded, and filthiness. Though few peoples’ psyche has been launder by the term “detestation” for New York City’s subways (Tubes), they are the ones who are going to notice a hole in their pocket as other approach of transportation call for more money in addition to not being safety as well. One such example can be found at NYC’s taxi cab. Periodically few New Yorkers tends to believe that Tubes makes their ride trouble-free, efficient, inexpensive, as well as comfortable experience. Some people also trust the city’s subway as one of safest way of roaming around the city than other transportations. What’s more gossiping is the fact that, both safety and security happens to be Subway’s primarily concern according to the MTA.
When I was younger, I wanted to go to the mall with all of my friends and no parents for a birthday party. I was so excited that I got invited to go that I had already told all my friends that I could and that I would see them there. At home, I went to my dad to ask if I could go (thinking the answer would be yes) and he exclaimed “NO” and stared at him shocked because I had already told all my friends that I could go. Questions ran through my head, “why not? I already told all of my friends I could!” I asked. He just stared at me and said “It is very dangerous going alone and I don’t want you to get hurt. End of discussion” and that was it. I flew up to my room and slammed the door because I was so angry and I started thinking to myself that it was so unfair. Then I saw things from his perspective, I wouldn’t want my kid running around in a huge mall without any parents, it was dangerous. I gained a new perspective by putting myself in his shoes and seeing why he wouldn’t let me go to the birthday party. This new perspective helped me understand why it was bad and helped me make better choices in the future. As I was coming-of-age I realized my father’s perspective.
middle of paper ... ...introduction of the buses ‘from Sweden’ which ruined the calm way of travel. life for the people of the town ‘But it was not long before they appeared / dusty & grubby & somehow chewed up / And it seemed they were always late, or you had just missed one / Or they were impossible.
...nd then found myself to be distinctively not like the reaction I found myself / the way I found myself reacting to certain situations) and pretend they wouldn't have an issue with this or that but when faced with a reality of embracing the scenario it can be a very different story. And that's through no fault of their own. I included will believe and think I am capable or ready for something I've never experienced before and when I am confronted with the reality I have been very surprised by my own reactions. Reactions that I was not prepared for and however much I may have disliked what I was seeing about my personality through the reaction I couldn't deny that it wasn't happening. My parents could have said they had no problem with other ethnic children but when confronted with the reality they may have learnt that in fact they were not prepared for the situation.
I am an undocumented student at UC Davis. When I am asked a simple question such as, "describe your personal experiences", I ask myself: Where do I begin?
From a young age, I was very curious. Curiosity caused my mind to see everything from a different perspective than most. I saw what could be improved and how I could improve. For example, when it came to editing movies, I was always able to see what could how it could have been better or I questioned how they had created it. My curiosity led me to try many different activities throughout high school, such as film camps, stage managing for plays, yearbook, and even creating videos for Rochester High School’s awards day. Finally, my junior year, I decided it was time I made films of my own for competitions. I wanted to have something that I could call my own. When it came to the two films I did for contests, I was there throughout the whole process.
When I was six years old, I hated car rides. To a six year old, a car ride was the epitome of boredom. There was nothing to do on a car ride except sit there for hours watching the trees. I would get carsick every single time I was in my mom’s Volvo. If I wasn’t sick or bored, I was waiting painfully in the backseat for the next exit ramp so my mom could turn off the road for a bathroom break. My mom would have to bribe me with candy or some other special treat just to get me in a car everyday. Some six year olds were afraid of monsters and doctor’s visits; I was afraid of the car. About ten years later something happened, a change. When I finally got my driver’s license at age sixteen, I was no longer afraid of the once dreaded car ride.
As I was boarding the bus I looked up for a vacant seat. What I saw then
When most people think about an eventful or memorable place, they almost certainly would not picture a bus. As we all know, buses are not exactly attractive. The design scheme is the same in almost every bus: rows and rows of brown seats, a thin black aisle down the middle of the bus, hundreds of hazy windows, and the big, lemon-yellow exterior. Not many people, I am sure, would consider buses to be an important part of their lives. However, if a person were to think about it, they would realize that they probably have had at least one memorable experience in their life that took place on a bus.
All kinds of people ride public transportation. People that are young and old, black and white, men and woman, some well dressed some not. I can guess that some would rather ride the bus than ask for a ride from friends, while others may no longer have the ability to drive themselves. I personally will ride the bus again. I liked the comradery and the idea that if I told Bill my name he most likely, would call me by my name the next time I rode.
I am by myself wearing my blue jeans and an old flannel shirt. It is cool outside but I decided to leave my gloves at home, feeling comfortable with my warm shirt and my sturdy boots.
I often think of Robert Frost’s phrase, “I took the road less traveled by” when brushing against dirt, rocks, or grass on a trail. While following a single stretch of a path, whether that road leads in a curve or in a straight line, I notice a myriad of branches to trails that I normally classify as detours. Is that what Robert Frost means when he says he traveled a road less traveled by others?
...to pinpoint the causing factor to my ex-boyfriend having sat in the same seat on the bus as I had the afternoon before I had the dream. Due to this cause, I began to look at how my daily life was affected during the next few days after the dream. By looking back, I was able to see that the effects ranged from guilt to confusion to relief. My daily life turned into a constant battle of reality versus imagination as I tried to hide the emotions I was feeling from those around me and deny any importance to the message the dream sent.