She struggles against the ripping force of the ocean current. Her arms are quickly tiring from swimming against it. She relaxes, letting her muscles fall limp. Within seconds, she is pushed out to sea. The people on the beach are so small, little tiny ants against a white sand backdrop. The tall condo skyscrapers are now tiny Lego buildings. The kids hollering and music blasting on the beach is faded like a distant memory. She will die out here, she’s sure of it. Her daughter won’t have a mother’s hand to hold when learning to walk. Her husband will be left a widower, forever broken by the loss of his love. She closes her eyes and accepts her fate as she drifts further out to sea. She floats for a long while, the salinity in the water steadily…
One morning, we decided to go out with some of the guests from the hostel for a hike along the hills by the seashore. These hills were covered in thick blades of grass but had rock faces that were pointed out towards the water. If you looked to your left you’d see these hills go for miles; mound after mound, circular shaped huts with cone shaped roofs sitting on top. African trees as well, looking as if the wind was blowing all the branches to one side of the trunk but they stood absolutely still; frozen in time. To your right you’d see the ocean go out for as far as you can see, while standing on a cliff with an almost vertical drop. From looking at the cliffs from the sides, it showed the many trails descending down the cliffs made by mountain goats and every once and a while you could see one half way down; climbing up. Although our surroundings were incredible, the heat was as well. We went through several bottles of water through-out the hike. Our leader, an African local, lead us down one of the more climbable hills to the ocean floor where it was covered in rock. With the sun beating down on us we felt trapped because we couldn’t swim in the water, the waves were too strong we’d be thrown up against the rocks.…
Small beach goers speckle the shallow ocean waters, Lifeguards alert stop there rise, searching for troubled swimmers or my next victim. I wait patiently, invisible lurking the waters silently. I am alone, empty, and hungry. I am feared, in your worst nightmare perhaps. Whisking you away into the vast deepness, where it is calm, dark and painful. My coldness slows your body and your lungs being to drain. You struggle to fight for air but it is too late, you take a last breath before, your head sinks. Confused, you begin to struggle swimming down deeper hoping to reach the surface. You open your eyes the salt water burns and you see nothing. Your head pulsing, heart burning, pain pumped…
As Bethany Hamilton once said, "Being out there in the ocean, God's creation, is like a gift he has given us to enjoy." The smell of grilled hot dogs lingered in the hot, Summer air from the boardwalk, and I smiled because I knew that it was going to be a wonderful day. To begin, I ran towards the luscious, majestic waves as they kissed the shoreline. For example, the waves came crashing down onto the sand with such a powerful force. As I began to run closer to the ocean, my feet touched the jewel- blue water, making my body shiver. Next, I looked around the crowded beach at all of the kids playing, noticing how much fun they were having. For instance, I could hear the waves splashing and the children playing on this hot Summer day. The sand…
It is approximately six in the afternoon on this bright shiny day in September. Today is a day like no other, for today we will experience the beauty and grace of the beach at night. For quite some time I've been meaning to experience this illusive phenomenon at night. With all the rumors about the beach being a gloomy and mysterious place under the moon lit sky, I just had to see for myself. The thought of reaching the beach was so tantalizing, that anxiety overwhelmed me. I packed the basic beach utensils; beach towels, sun block, playing cards, a guitar and firewood, therefore was set. The only ingredients missing now for my trip to the beach were my friends, and soon quickly found the solution by picking them up. Along the way, the bumpers of cars were visible for miles, as traffic filled the lanes of the 91 and 55 freeways.…
We continued to drive for about thirty more minutes, and I soon realized that we were getting close to the beach. I could smell the salt in the cool breeze of air from my window. It was mixed with the sweet fragrance of food from the boardwalk. When we arrived at our destination, my father checked us into our rooms at the Silver Leaf Resort. I really wasn’t paying too much attention to my surroundings, because I was bursting with excitement wanting to go to the beach. I begged my mother and father till I turned blue saying “please can we go to the beach now.” “Pretty please with sure on top.” My father just looked at me with that solemn face he always has and said “yes, baby girl we can unpack later.” “Now let’s head to the beach.” I screamed like a banshee with excitement and ran to the room and changed into my swim wear. I grabbed my maroon beach towel with my pale and shovel, and my mini purse that contained my shades, bubbles, and sun screen.…
The image of myself in the crevice of the sand underwater and the top layer of the ocean replays in my mind often. I can recall the moment’s features exactly. A few days later, my sister Andie told me how terrified she was seeing my head roll under the water in the distance. It is apparent to me that this is what big sisters are for, her timing really came in at the right moment to watch over me that day. I remember hearing Andie screaming as I fell in and out of consciousness “Mom take her! Mom! Take her!”. Andie had ripped me out of the water as the waves crashed over, throwing us into sharp coral on the shore. Every bash into the coral was a cut against our skin. We wrestled with the land. This end portion to me is all a blur. My sister handed me off to my mom and my haze of a nightmare experience was over.…
As soon as we got to our hotel room, I rushed to put on my swimsuit to go to the beach before the sun fully set. The hotel room looked like I had been there for a month, with clothes scattered over the marbled tiles in our hotel bathroom. The soft sand between my toes felt like fuzzy socks as I ran to meet the ocean’s tide. The foaming water washed away the sand as well as the stress I had accumulated at the airport. My worries about not having my parents with me and being in a new place fled as I watched the sun set behind the tall…
After what felt like only a minute, my dad began dragging me out of the water onto the dry sand. The sky is black; the night has taken over. Together, we walk back to the edge of the sand. I think to myself, remembering the time just minutes ago on in the water, on the sand, in the most majestic place.My favorite place. I take the first step onto the concrete. Faintly, I can read the sign which states, "Come back soon! Old Orchard Beach, Portland, Maine," and hoping that I will…
I am on a quest to search for love and freedom. It took me twenty-nine years of my life to find the unrequited reason for my despondency and solitude. The ocean opened up new horizons for my anxious soul, as I found the answers while floating on its bosom. The ocean is my true redeemer because it understood my plight. Just as its wavering waters cannot be constricted by boundaries, my independence cannot be succumb to any society norms. The world may think that I am dead, but I am finally…
It is spring break, in the middle of March, my junior year. As I cross the state line into Florida, I picture the ocean as being a place of peace and serenity. It’s my first time visiting the ocean, and all I can think about is hoping it is as beautiful as the pictures I have seen of it. As I arrive to the beach with all my friends, the eagerness of seeing this peaceful place is rising. I can’t wait to smell the fresh salty air, feel the soft sand between my toes, walk along the breezy shoreline.…
So off to Alaska I traveled… Once I got there I couldn’t hear anything but the sound of my heartbeat slowing. After I don’t know how long I woke up feeling reborn, the wind I once thought to be cold felt invigorating, the snow felt like soft pillows, and now the I was overwhelmed by the silence, it’s like I’m the only one on the planet. But after a few minutes of being reborn I headed…
A group of friends and I decided to make a decision about where to go this summer for a vacation. I met up with my group after creating a group message with them through cell phones to find out what dates all be free to talk about where to go this summer. We were meeting up at 5 pm at my friend’s house. I and few friends from the group have been arrived at the house on time. There are other friends who always come in late came 30 minutes late. After everyone was arrived at his place than decision making has been started about the vacation. Few friends always went off topic talking about their life and what they did on the past weekend. Communication was so irrelevant to the topic and time was being wasted. One of my other friends was well prepared to communicate about the topic for decision making. The way he was talking it looked like he done a lot of research earlier before getting to the house which was very helpful. He had also printed out some of the good deals he saw about going to Hawaii. He passed around the printed out pictures and had the total cost with other accommodation.…
Today finds me in sunny beautiful Carlsbad California. I gave a speech here last night and am flying home in a few hours. I was awakened this morning by the alarm clock and then loud TV sounds from the room next door to me. My immediate response was to be bothered and a bit frustrated. Then I realized "I am in California! The beach is literally outside my window and God gave me a glorious day to get up and go enjoy!" So I listened to God and got out of bed and was going to take the hotel van into town to get a coffee and paper when I noticed a sign saying "bikes for rent"-- so I again listened to the signs that God was clearly giving me for what he intended my day to be like and journeyed off on the bike.…
Yours in quality educational services and in the fight in pushing back the frontiers of poverty and bringing smiles to learners in making precious memories.…