Last fall I had the opportunity to go to Italy for a week with my dad on his business trip. We traveled to Taromina, Sicily, and Rome during that time. I had always wanted to travel, especially out of this country. I can remember the day when my dad whispered in my ear, “Do you want to go to Italy with me?” It was a late Saturday morning and of course I was sleeping in. But, I was enough awake that I could hear what he said. You’d think that I’d jump right out of bed and start packing, but I was extremely hesitant.
I was still half asleep when thousands of thoughts started racing through my head, “What if I get sick right before we leave, or while I’m there?”, “I hate airports”, “What if I get food poisoning?”, “What if I get lost?”, “What if some creep talks to me or tries to take my cash?”. I felt so stressed already and I hadn’t even gotten my passport or plane ticket. Stressed and obligated. I couldn’t say no, what idiot would pass up an offer like this? So what to do? I figured that I’d think of something after a little more sleep.
I decided that I needed a passport anyway, for future trips with my family or the school orchestra. So the same day that my dad introduced this idea to me, was the same day I went to the Post Office to receive my passport. It was definitely an idiotic idea to go to the Post Office on a Saturday because that is when it really gets crowded. And it was crowded, as in waiting in line for two hours crowded. But while I was waiting, I went into a deep train of thought about Italy. I pictured myself gazing up in the Sistine Chapel, trying to speak to someone with my unpracticed Italian, eating the most mouth watering gelato, buying knick knacks from street vendors, visiting local churches, and going into unaffordable designer stores and pretending to buy something. In that moment, I made up my mind. I wanted to live those thoughts. Later I received my passport in the mail and my dad bought the extra plane tickets. When both of those tasks were completed, everything became real. I was definitely going to be in another country in a few weeks.
The night before takeoff, I was sweating bullets. I had never felt so nervous or anxious about anything ever in my life. “I’m going to forget something!” kept flashing before my eyes. I thought, just wait until morning, that’s when I will really need the antacids. But surprisingly, the only emotion I felt was sadness, because I had never left home for more than a weekend. It wasn’t a homesick feeling, but one of being plucked out of my natural environment and put into one whose language I didn’t even know. But I just sucked it up, kissed my mom goodbye, wiped away my tear and went into the airport to await my plane. When walking into the room of security, I thought that I would be beeped and sniffed and scanned for hours. But that thought disappeared within one minute when my dad said, “Leah, aren’t you coming”? The scanning took about 30 seconds and apparently I didn’t need to be sniffed or beeped. We reached the waiting room and stayed there for only an hour. Luckily to sooth my boredom, my dad whipped out his MacBook and I took over creating a jam on GarageBand.
From the time that I ran through the airplane tunnel to get onto the airplane to the time I stepped off onto Italian grounds, my heart was filled with much more than relief. I was incredibly energized and enthusiastic because I would soon discover things that I hadn’t even dreamt of. I wanted so badly for that bus to take my dad and I away to our five-star hotel. It was amazing enough that we were in this country, but to be apart of this kind of royal treatment, just blew me away. I felt like my heart was trying to rip through my chest with excitement. Finally we were on the bus with my dad’s other colleagues and were headed toward our hotel in Taromina. Luckily I didn’t puke my guts out because the driver had too much fun dodging traffic in a one-way area. To add to my nausea, we were driving in curves around these small mountains and hills. Just before opening the window to relieve myself, the building became present. My hotel get-away.
I ran straight off the bus, into the lobby, and was so awestruck by the interior of this room I just floated back on the most comfortable chair and starred literally with my mouth open. I thought, “ This is just the lobby, what could my room possibly look like?” I was filled with so much anticipation of this new place. My dad and I took the luggage up to the room and I ran to my bed and laid there in disbelief. This room looked as though it was cut from a section of the lobby and placed in this very spot. I walked over to the tall doors to the balcony and opened them in high spirits. I looked over the edge. The most beautiful landscape that flowed with a deep blue ocean scattered with rocky hills and vegetation filled my eyes. The swift breeze made the hairs of my arms stand up, and created a chill of warmth throughout my body. I sought to see more of this magnificence in the town. I hadn’t slept in a day, yet I felt this overpowering energy come over me when I realized that I could explore this area whenever I wanted, even without my dad. I was ready to see the unseen and I was definitely set to relax in this resort-like hotel. I felt a compelling vibe to experience this new culture and environment.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
WA-1 Draft 2
WA-1 Draft 2 Emotional Release Essay: By Leah Paschal
Last fall I had the opportunity of going to Italy with my dad on his business trip. I had always wanted to travel, especially out of this country. I can remember the day when my dad whispered in my ear, “Do you want to go to Italy with me?”. It was a late Saturday morning and of course I was sleeping in. But, I was enough awake that I could hear what he said. You’d think that I’d jump right out of bed and start packing, but I was extremely hesitant.
I was still half asleep when thousands of thoughts started racing through my head, “What if I get sick right before we leave, or while I’m there?”, “I hate airports”, “What if I get food poisoning?”, “What if I get lost?”, “What if some creep talks to me or tries to take my cash?”. I felt so stressed already and I hadn’t even gotten my passport or plane ticket. Stressed and obligated. I couldn’t say no, I mean who would pass up an offer like that. So what to do? I figured that I’d think of something after a little more sleep.
I decided that I needed a passport anyway, for future trips with my family or the school orchestra. But once I was waiting for like two hours to get the dumb thing, I realized that I really did want to go, and that was that. I received my passport in the mail and my dad bought the extra plane tickets.
The night before takeoff, I was sweating bullets. I had never felt so nervous or anxious about anything ever in my life. “I’m going to forget something!” kept flashing before my eyes. I thought, just wait until morning, that’s when I will really need the antacids. But surprisingly, the only emotion I felt was sadness, because I had never left home for more than a weekend. It wasn’t a homesick feeling, but one of being plucked out of my natural environment and put into one whose language I didn’t even know. But I just sucked it up, kissed my mom goodbye, wiped away my tear and went into the airport to await my plane. The waiting wasn’t horrible at all because there was free wireless Internet, and we just happened to bring our Mac Book.
From the time that I got onto the airplane to the time I stepped off onto Italian grounds, my heart was filled with much more than relief. I was so pumped up and enthusiastic because I would soon discover things that I hadn’t even dreamt of. I wanted so badly for that bus to take my dad and I away to our five-star hotel. It was amazing enough that we were in this country, but to be apart of this kind of royal treatment, just blew me away. This was feeling intense and I felt like my heart was trying to rip through my chest with excitement. Finally we were on the bus with my dad’s other colleagues and were headed toward our hotel in Taromina. Luckily I didn’t puke my guts out because the driver had too much fun dodging traffic in a one-way area. To add to my nausea, we were driving in curves around these small mountains and hills. Just before opening the window to relieve myself, the building became present.
I ran straight off the bus, into the lobby, and was so awestruck by the interior of this room I just floated back on the most comfortable chair and starred literally with my mouth open. I thought, “ This is just the lobby, what could my room possibly look like?” I was filled with so much anticipation of this new place. My dad and I took the luggage up to the room and I ran to my bed and laid there in disbelief. This room looked as though it was cut from a section of the lobby and placed in this very spot. I walked over to the tall doors to the balcony and opened them in high spirits. I looked over the edge. The most beautiful landscape that flowed with a deep blue ocean scattered with rocky hills and vegetation filled my eyes. The swift breeze made the hairs of my arms stand up, and created a chill of warmth throughout my body. I sought to see more of this magnificence in the town. I hadn’t slept in a day, yet I felt this overpowering energy come over me when I realized that I could explore this area whenever I wanted, even without my dad. I was ready to see the unseen and I was definitely set to relax in this resort-like hotel. I felt a compelling vibe to experience this new culture and environment.
Last fall I had the opportunity of going to Italy with my dad on his business trip. I had always wanted to travel, especially out of this country. I can remember the day when my dad whispered in my ear, “Do you want to go to Italy with me?”. It was a late Saturday morning and of course I was sleeping in. But, I was enough awake that I could hear what he said. You’d think that I’d jump right out of bed and start packing, but I was extremely hesitant.
I was still half asleep when thousands of thoughts started racing through my head, “What if I get sick right before we leave, or while I’m there?”, “I hate airports”, “What if I get food poisoning?”, “What if I get lost?”, “What if some creep talks to me or tries to take my cash?”. I felt so stressed already and I hadn’t even gotten my passport or plane ticket. Stressed and obligated. I couldn’t say no, I mean who would pass up an offer like that. So what to do? I figured that I’d think of something after a little more sleep.
I decided that I needed a passport anyway, for future trips with my family or the school orchestra. But once I was waiting for like two hours to get the dumb thing, I realized that I really did want to go, and that was that. I received my passport in the mail and my dad bought the extra plane tickets.
The night before takeoff, I was sweating bullets. I had never felt so nervous or anxious about anything ever in my life. “I’m going to forget something!” kept flashing before my eyes. I thought, just wait until morning, that’s when I will really need the antacids. But surprisingly, the only emotion I felt was sadness, because I had never left home for more than a weekend. It wasn’t a homesick feeling, but one of being plucked out of my natural environment and put into one whose language I didn’t even know. But I just sucked it up, kissed my mom goodbye, wiped away my tear and went into the airport to await my plane. The waiting wasn’t horrible at all because there was free wireless Internet, and we just happened to bring our Mac Book.
From the time that I got onto the airplane to the time I stepped off onto Italian grounds, my heart was filled with much more than relief. I was so pumped up and enthusiastic because I would soon discover things that I hadn’t even dreamt of. I wanted so badly for that bus to take my dad and I away to our five-star hotel. It was amazing enough that we were in this country, but to be apart of this kind of royal treatment, just blew me away. This was feeling intense and I felt like my heart was trying to rip through my chest with excitement. Finally we were on the bus with my dad’s other colleagues and were headed toward our hotel in Taromina. Luckily I didn’t puke my guts out because the driver had too much fun dodging traffic in a one-way area. To add to my nausea, we were driving in curves around these small mountains and hills. Just before opening the window to relieve myself, the building became present.
I ran straight off the bus, into the lobby, and was so awestruck by the interior of this room I just floated back on the most comfortable chair and starred literally with my mouth open. I thought, “ This is just the lobby, what could my room possibly look like?” I was filled with so much anticipation of this new place. My dad and I took the luggage up to the room and I ran to my bed and laid there in disbelief. This room looked as though it was cut from a section of the lobby and placed in this very spot. I walked over to the tall doors to the balcony and opened them in high spirits. I looked over the edge. The most beautiful landscape that flowed with a deep blue ocean scattered with rocky hills and vegetation filled my eyes. The swift breeze made the hairs of my arms stand up, and created a chill of warmth throughout my body. I sought to see more of this magnificence in the town. I hadn’t slept in a day, yet I felt this overpowering energy come over me when I realized that I could explore this area whenever I wanted, even without my dad. I was ready to see the unseen and I was definitely set to relax in this resort-like hotel. I felt a compelling vibe to experience this new culture and environment.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
WA-1 Emotional Release Essay
WA-1 Emotional Release Essay: By Leah Paschal
Last fall I had the opportunity of going to Italy with my dad on his business trip. I had always wanted to travel, especially out of this country. I can remember the day when my dad whispered in my ear, “Do you want to go to Italy with me?”. It was a late Saturday morning and of course I was sleeping in. But, I was enough awake that I could hear what he said. You’d think that I’d jump right out of bed and start packing, but I was extremely hesitant. I was still half asleep when thousands of thoughts started racing through my head, “What if I get sick right before we leave, or while I’m there?”, “I hate airports”, “What if I get food poisoning?”, “What if I get lost?”, “What if some creep talks to me or tries to take my cash?”. I felt so stressed already and I hadn’t even gotten my passport or plane ticket. Stressed and obligated. I couldn’t say no, I mean who would pass up an offer like that. So what to do? I figured that I’d think of something after a little more sleep. I decided that I needed a passport anyway, for future trips with my family or the school orchestra. But once I was waiting for like two hours to get the dumb thing, I realized that I really did want to go, and that was that. I received my passport in the mail and my dad bought the extra plane tickets. The night before takeoff, I was sweating bullets. I had never felt so nervous or anxious about anything ever in my life. “I’m going to forget something!” kept flashing before my eyes. I thought, just wait until morning, that’s when I will really need the antacids. But surprisingly, the only emotion I felt was sadness, because I had never left home for more than a weekend. It wasn’t a homesick feeling, but one of being plucked out of my natural environment and put into one whose language I didn’t even know. But I just sucked it up, kissed my mom goodbye, wiped away my tear and went into the airport to await my plane. The waiting wasn’t horrible at all because there was free wireless Internet, and we just happened to bring our Mac Book. From the time that I got onto the airplane to the time I stepped off onto Italian grounds, my heart was filled with much more than relief. I was so pumped up and enthusiastic because I would soon discover things that I hadn’t even dreamt of. I wanted so badly for that bus to take my dad and I away to our five-star hotel. It was amazing enough that we were in this country, but to be apart of this kind of royal treatment, just blew me away. This was feeling intense and I felt like my heart was trying to rip through my chest with excitement. Finally we were on the bus with my dad’s other colleagues and were headed toward our hotel in Taromina. Luckily I didn’t puke my guts out because the driver had too much fun dodging traffic in a one-way area. To add to my nausea, we were driving in curves around these small mountains and hills. Just before opening the window to relieve myself, the building became present. I ran straight off the bus, into the lobby, and was so awestruck by the interior of this room I just floated back on the most comfortable chair and starred literally with my mouth open. I thought, “ This is just the lobby, what could my room possibly look like?” I was filled with so much anticipation of this new place. My dad and I took the luggage up to the room and I ran to my bed and laid there in disbelief. This room looked as though it was cut from a section of the lobby and placed in this very spot. I walked over to the tall doors to the balcony and opened them in high spirits. I looked over the edge. The most beautiful landscape that flowed with a deep blue ocean scattered with rocky hills and vegetation filled my eyes. The swift breeze made the hairs of my arms stand up, and created a chill of warmth throughout my body. I sought to see more of this magnificence in the town. I hadn’t slept in a day, yet I felt this overpowering energy come over me when I realized that I could explore this area whenever I wanted, even without my dad. I was ready to see the unseen and I was definitely set to relax in this resort-like hotel. I felt a compelling vibe to experience this new culture and environment.
Last fall I had the opportunity of going to Italy with my dad on his business trip. I had always wanted to travel, especially out of this country. I can remember the day when my dad whispered in my ear, “Do you want to go to Italy with me?”. It was a late Saturday morning and of course I was sleeping in. But, I was enough awake that I could hear what he said. You’d think that I’d jump right out of bed and start packing, but I was extremely hesitant. I was still half asleep when thousands of thoughts started racing through my head, “What if I get sick right before we leave, or while I’m there?”, “I hate airports”, “What if I get food poisoning?”, “What if I get lost?”, “What if some creep talks to me or tries to take my cash?”. I felt so stressed already and I hadn’t even gotten my passport or plane ticket. Stressed and obligated. I couldn’t say no, I mean who would pass up an offer like that. So what to do? I figured that I’d think of something after a little more sleep. I decided that I needed a passport anyway, for future trips with my family or the school orchestra. But once I was waiting for like two hours to get the dumb thing, I realized that I really did want to go, and that was that. I received my passport in the mail and my dad bought the extra plane tickets. The night before takeoff, I was sweating bullets. I had never felt so nervous or anxious about anything ever in my life. “I’m going to forget something!” kept flashing before my eyes. I thought, just wait until morning, that’s when I will really need the antacids. But surprisingly, the only emotion I felt was sadness, because I had never left home for more than a weekend. It wasn’t a homesick feeling, but one of being plucked out of my natural environment and put into one whose language I didn’t even know. But I just sucked it up, kissed my mom goodbye, wiped away my tear and went into the airport to await my plane. The waiting wasn’t horrible at all because there was free wireless Internet, and we just happened to bring our Mac Book. From the time that I got onto the airplane to the time I stepped off onto Italian grounds, my heart was filled with much more than relief. I was so pumped up and enthusiastic because I would soon discover things that I hadn’t even dreamt of. I wanted so badly for that bus to take my dad and I away to our five-star hotel. It was amazing enough that we were in this country, but to be apart of this kind of royal treatment, just blew me away. This was feeling intense and I felt like my heart was trying to rip through my chest with excitement. Finally we were on the bus with my dad’s other colleagues and were headed toward our hotel in Taromina. Luckily I didn’t puke my guts out because the driver had too much fun dodging traffic in a one-way area. To add to my nausea, we were driving in curves around these small mountains and hills. Just before opening the window to relieve myself, the building became present. I ran straight off the bus, into the lobby, and was so awestruck by the interior of this room I just floated back on the most comfortable chair and starred literally with my mouth open. I thought, “ This is just the lobby, what could my room possibly look like?” I was filled with so much anticipation of this new place. My dad and I took the luggage up to the room and I ran to my bed and laid there in disbelief. This room looked as though it was cut from a section of the lobby and placed in this very spot. I walked over to the tall doors to the balcony and opened them in high spirits. I looked over the edge. The most beautiful landscape that flowed with a deep blue ocean scattered with rocky hills and vegetation filled my eyes. The swift breeze made the hairs of my arms stand up, and created a chill of warmth throughout my body. I sought to see more of this magnificence in the town. I hadn’t slept in a day, yet I felt this overpowering energy come over me when I realized that I could explore this area whenever I wanted, even without my dad. I was ready to see the unseen and I was definitely set to relax in this resort-like hotel. I felt a compelling vibe to experience this new culture and environment.
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