Philadelphia Field Trip

Day one of the trip we rode a travel bus for 24 hours to Florida. We left at 8:00 a.m. On the road we went. By the time that we passed Greeley, Kansas, Mr. Russell, our band teacher, suddenly asked if we had brought the banner. The banner is a banner that two girls hold that have our school on it. As it turns

Explore the home of America's most famous seamstress, Betsy Ross. Wander through the house on a self-guided tour and see her upholstery shop, the bedroom where she sewed the first flag, and more. Audio guides are also available for adults and children with detail on a day in the life of the working class in the

For my first of two field experiences I chose to visit the San Diego History Center located at Balboa Park down in San Diego. There were numerous different exhibits that were on display at the time all relating to the some aspect of the history of San Diego. Most of the exhibits had to do with the roles that different ethnic groups played in the history of San Diego. Some of the groups represented included African Americans, Japanese, and Jewish people. There was another exhibit called “Lore Behind the Roar” which gave detailed information and history regarding the San Diego Zoo. There were also displace of menus from the San Diego Area that dated back to WWII and before.

On a chilly, unusual October Wednesday morning, a large group of eighth-grade students from Southern Middle School hopped onto the school bus. They were heading to Mt. Hope Estate, PA, where people held the annual Renaissance Fair.

I was riding the school bus back to the closest stop to my house, Trail Wind Elementary School. It was quite a large elementary school, a beige color, with a sharp maroon outline. Then again, everything in Boise was large, from the mountains to the sky. Even though Trail Wind was closer, this bus was returning from Collister Elementary, 45 minutes across the city. It was a small school, but a very good one, one of the three schools in the nation with an advanced curriculum program. Since it was small, almost all of my friends rode the same bus, so I could always count on an interesting bus ride. Today was no exception. But it definitely wasn’t going to be a normal day.

It was a warm April day with clouds hanging and storms on the horizon. School had just gotten out, and everybody was rushing home so they could start their weekend plans. For most people that included prom, but me and my friends had different plans, which included going out to eat on Friday night. On the way to the restaurant, me and Sara were talking about how my excitement was building in anticipation of receiving my drivers license and talking about our difficult homework.

We were on our way to San Antonio, Texas a white minivan full of kids on their soccer uniforms ready to play on the hot summer of 2008. They had invited us to participate on a youth national tournament with soccer teams from all over the United States. At that time I was just 11 years old and didn’t knew that much about traveling, and most important without my parents. The minivan was full of kids with the enthusiasm of traveling to a new city with big buildings, famous places to visit and many attractions, where none of us had traveled before.

We were in the car on our way to the Baseball game. It was pretty hot outside, 90 degrees or so. We were going 60 miles an hour down I-55. Dad and I hadn’t really talked until Litchfield, but when traffic completely stopped, we had nothing to do but talk. “So what did you do this week?”Dad asked. Of course it was the summer, so I hadn’t done anything in the past week, so I just

Sweatshop on one wold a factory that are the reason to human rights, greed, feminist Issues and environment Issue. Those are the high intention of making a sweatshop.

It was Friday I had only heard rumors about the fair and how magnificent it was. It was my second month in Spencer, playing football for Spencer High School, which i was very skilled at. But, it was a good entry for me in a social way. All the boys had talked about the fair, and how this Friday was going to be a joyful time in September. Our coach, Mr. Tighe, was nervous about the outcome of a week with rides and greasy food ment to catch you off balance, furthermore, how it would impact practice. He gathered all of the boys after

The life of a child is beautiful from the eyes of grown-ups- with all its ups and sideways. I went on my first field trip with school in elementary school as a second grader. On the day of the trip, lined up by grade levels in the school playground, we waited for the buses to arrive. Laughter echoed my frequent clapping, I couldn’t wait!

Last summer, my family and I took a trip to New York City. We’ve visited this city about five years ago, but I didn't remember much since I was only eleven years old. This trip changed my mindset on life. I got to experience the unexplainable and took pictures that were priceless. This trip is definitely a trip to remember and will always be special to me.

And with that, I begin my story. The incident occurred on a sunny day, one of the hottest days that year, May 21. My birthday. As tradition on the last day of school, the teachers had planned a field trip to Surf City. I don’t remember much of what happened after our arrival. I most likely spent the field trip following Phoebe around the beach hoping that, just once, I could be the confident one. I remember the end of the trip, however, like it happened yesterday.

Philadelphia consistently ranks among one of the most popular cities in the United States, both in terms of visitation and in terms of global recognition. This ranking is driven by prominent events in the past, and 2016 will be no different. Events such as the papal visit and the democratic nomination convention will inevitably influence Philadelphia’s economy, and it has long been an accepted notion that these events cause a positive impact. However, recent studies have begun to erode this misconception. The disastrous papal visit proved the economic harm of large-scale events, and in events such as the upcoming Democratic national convention, Philadelphia shouldn’t expect any significant economic windfall. The large influx of tourists coming to city for large events repels local citizens who consume from local businesses, resulting in local businesses being forced to fall behind schedule.

I have always tried to live my life in a positive manner. To accomplish this, I try to take every OPPORTUNITY that comes my way. When asked if I would like to represent my school AREA Youth Tour, I was hesitant because I did not understand what it was. At the last minute, I decided to accept the offer and to this day I am glad that I did. Going on this trip made me eligible to interview for a trip to Washington D.C., somewhere I would, otherwise, not be able to go for years. I almost missed out on this OPPORTUNITY for fear of the unknown. I was lucky because the choice was still there when I finally made my decision. Reflecting on this has made me wonder: Do OPPORTUNITIES truly allow time for hesitation?