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| Posted By: impersonator Posted On: Feb 4, 2007 Views: 1308 | english essay A Foreign Journey Into Love And A New World Our journey begins shortly after my eighteenth birthday where the world was mine and I was finishing my senior year of high school. I was young and very open minded to new ideas and ways of life. This is evident since my friends had shown me a new game on the internet called Runescape. This game was a very addicting online world full of friends and things to do when there was just way too much snow outside. So I had decided to take part in this online adventure where I met people from all over the world whos ideals about life were very entertaining. One day I made such a friend from Sweden and her name was Sara, she was twenty-four and I was 18, she and I laughed about this and that, and became very good friends over time. Eventually we found so many things in common that the friendship turned into love for one another. My heart leapt with joy as we learned more and more about one another, emotions ran high, and we talked to each other for hours on end. As we had progressed in getting to know one another I was nearing my graduation date, but as that date came nearer another person in my life grew more apparent to me. Her name was Trista and she had played in the Orchestra with me ever since I had first stepped foot into that school. Her feelings for me had shown themselves as we neared our graduation date and we had developed a relationship. We had spent countless nights together under the stars completely entwined in each others eyes. I was completely torn in two, here was this amazing girl that Ive known for four years who I had now fallen in love with, but then there was Sara who I had given my heart to and hers to me. Alas, graduation had taken place and I was left with a decision, Do I stay here to be with Trista who I feel so strongly about? Or, do I leave to pursue someone that I love and take a crazy chance in life? My heart was torn into two places, but my desire to venture into the unknown won the battle. So I had obtained my ticket, and for one last night I held Trista in my arms as tightly as I could. We stood there holding each other the night before I had left, she didnt know where I was going to, but she could feel my pain as we held each other and cried. This had only torn my heart even further, my body felt numb and I felt intoxicated with an undefined guilt. The next day I woke up, my bags were packed and I was on my way to the airport. Tristas scent was still lingering in my nose taunting me and beckoning me to go back to her, but my mind was made up and I felt like there was no going back. I made my way through the airport towards my gate, all the while it was as though there were two forces pulling me in opposite directions. Finally, the gate was open and it was time to board, I swallowed my emotions and with a shaky hand, I gave the attendant my ticket. As my feet crossed over that line into the long hallway that lead to the airplane my mind went blank, my body felt heavy, and there was a bright flash of light that felt like a page was turning itself in my life. I walked down the hallway towards the plane, my mind was buzzing with so many thoughts that all I could hear was a subtle hum, the exact sound that happens once beats become unnoticeably close together. I had finally stepped foot into a massive jet, as I entered the plane an undefinable anxiety consumed me as I rushed to find my seat, my mind was making a feeble attempt to grasp a concept on how things were going to be once I had flown across the Atlantic for my first time along with the consuming thought of finally meeting Sara. I had found my seat and stowed my luggage in the overhead compartment, as I plopped down into my cushioned seat in the middle row, my neighbors on this 12 hour journey soon joined me. To my right was an over eccentric girl from New Mexico named Christine who was flying to Germany with her fellow classmates from some Christian school. Christine was a very, shall we say interesting girl. Her innocence was written all over her face as she told me all about herself, her small town mentality shown through her as we took off and she screamed out jokingly Oh my god!!! Were all gonna die!!!! As I began to slouch in my seat to avoid the oncoming glares from the passengers around us I looked at her, she looked right back at me with a grin that made me want to puke. Eventually I drew my attention away from her and towards my left this time, only to meet a fellow that I would soon make this trip much more interesting. His name was Art, he was from Germany and was some sort of news reporter in California for Germany. Any who, after a very stimulating conversation with him we decided to kick back a few cocktails with one another. These few cocktails soon turned into a competition, we matched each other beer for beer, wine for wine, and cognac for cognac. Eventually the Stewarts grew tired of us and gave us each five beers and two bottles of Cognac each so that we would stop pressing the button. After drinking a few we had both neglected to remember exactly how high up we were, and very soon the two guys that were once having an intellectual conversation were now cheering and ranting. Christine then started to cast glares at us as though we were heretics, so she turned over, said goodnight, and went to sleep. Art had eventually fallen asleep, but I was far too excited about what was to come to let my inebriation get the better of me. My eyes restlessly followed our mapping of how close we were to Germany, when finally it happened, we were nearing our journey and were about to land. Our plane lands and the anxiety that I had once felt before had changed into a different form since now it was in combination with being heavily intoxicated and sleeplessness. Art and I meet outside of the terminal and say our goodbyes to one another as I faced a six hour layover until my next flight. Suddenly a thought pops into my head, I had always heard that Germany had some excellent beer so I make my way over to the nearest bar. I find a comfortable seat and wait for the bartender to make her way over, smelling of twelve hours of flight and cognac, I order the largest beer that they have. She pours me a glass of beer thats large enough to put you away for the night and I paid her in Euros like a true foreigner always does. The beer was excellent, but I still had about five more hours to kill so I ordered another larger than life beer. After polishing off that tasty God sent brew I decided to stumble around the airport for awhile so that I could familiarize myself with this foreign place. As I went through a customs gate and handed the nice security guys my passport I tried to make conversation with them. They just smiled at me and pointed me in the direction that I needed to go to as they both laughed at me in my drunken stupor. Eventually I found my gate, but I still had about three hours to kill, at this time in my life I was a smoker, so I sat there in a smoking area and I smoked nervously and drunkenly through about a pack and a half. Finally its time to board my flight, my mind was so spaced out at this point and there were so many emotions that I found myself merely staring off and lost in thought. On this flight I did not really find anyone interesting to talk to, but I had eventually fallen asleep for about three hours. As we dropped altitude I woke up, as I stared out the window I could see that we were nearing land, my excitement grew and I was beside myself. We began our approach and came in for the landing, my heart was beating so fast that I felt like jumping out of my seat, grabbing my luggage, and just itching to get through that doorway. But I waited, and finally we hatched onto our gate, so I shot up and grabbed my luggage just waiting to finally get off of that flight. I finally stepped off of the plane, and I headed towards the nearest restroom where I brushed my teeth and pretty much gave myself a birdbath with the sink. I threw on some deodorant and some new clothes, I made my hair nice and made my way towards the pickup station. I went out of those airport doors and into the summer breeze, I felt like a completely new person. My eyes were wandering around nervously trying to find her, finally my eyes met hers, she had been staring right at me. She was standing there with her brother Anders, my heart vaporized and I felt like my legs were going to give. She ran at me and leaped into my arms, we were finally together at last, the only way that I could describe that very moment and how I felt, is that my body was full of pure energy, I embraced her so tightly that I eventually worried that I might hurt her. Her head pulled away from my shoulder and we gazed into one anothers eyes, during that moment there was a connection that blew me into millions of tiny pieces. We stood there embracing one another for a good thirty minutes when her eyes widened and she said Oh! Im so sorry! You must be unbelievably hungry!! Her brother then made his way over to me and shook my hand, he had the most curious look in his eyes towards me like he wanted to know every little thing about me as though I was some kind of alien artifact from another world, and I suppose that in a sense I was. Sara put her left arm around my waist and held my hand with her right as we made our way to the car where we met her friend Tobe. Tobe was a very interesting guy who was definitely living a very adventurous life to say the least. He greeted me and gave me an almost identical look like the one that Anders had given to me. We packed my luggage into the back of a Volvo and set off towards Stockholm, all the while during the car trip Sara and I looked into each others eyes and my breath was taken away by her astonishing beauty. As we went through some interesting landscapes my mind was buzzing with excitement, I was over stimulated as her hand caressed mine and we made our way into the city. We had stopped at a McDonalds and I was bewildered by all of the differences between theirs and ours. After a quick bite Tobe dropped us off at her apartment where her brother joined us, as I set foot out of the car it felt as though my breath had been taken away. We made our way up the stairs and into her apartment as she and her brother gave me more beer, great just what I needed. Sara and Anders would not take their gaze off of me, they kept on shooting me all of these different questions about my flight, about back home, about everything! With tones of excitement in my voice I answered all of their questions when suddenly they decided that it would be fun to show me around town a little bit. We made our way out of the door and began to walk down the street, all the while Sara had a death grip on my hand as though I might be sucked off of this planet. As we were walking we went across some train tracks, before I knew it Sara had pulled me in close and put her hand around the back of my head, she then pushed her lips against mine as we stood there on the railroad tracks lost in a kiss. My heart tightened and my soul was set ablaze as we embraced each other even tighter. Anders was patiently waiting for about a good ten minutes but told us that we needed to get off of the tracks since a train was heading right at us. We continued to walk along and they had shown me the surrounding area, Anders then pulled three more beers out of his backpack and thrust one into my hands. Again, I drank more beer as my liver was having me promise it some I.O.Us. Sara and I became entranced with one another sneaking in kisses here and there, until finally night had come and her brother went home. After Anders had left us we began to walk back and it started to rain very heavily, we walked underneath of an overpass and held each other while we were dripping wet, her mascara was running down her face and her hair was matted down on her back, I was awestruck by how beautiful she had looked at that exact moment, and the passion that was in her eyes. She and I headed back to our apartment where we sat on the couch completely enthralled in each other, finally our passions for one another could no longer wait as she grabbed my hand and took me into the bedroom where we had lost all forms of control and our bodies became one. In the morning we had woken up, the sun shone so brightly through our bedroom window and her arm was stretched around me. We laid there in bed gazing at one another so intently that I was only afraid that I might wake up, I realized that it was her beauty that had brought the sun into our room and not the Earth turning. That day she had brought me to her fathers so that he and I could finally meet, he greeted me with open arms and rushed me inside. We spent all day long talking and he was thrilled to have someone to practice his English on since it had been so long. That night he made us a spectacular feast and I was given dishes that I had never heard of, nor thought of before. Eventually during that night he decided to bring about an old Swedish tradition, the tradition was to drink Schnapps and to sing Swedish Schnapps songs. My liver threatened to leave me if I decided to go along with this, but how could I say no to her father? And of course how could I say no to Schnapps and weird Schnapps songs? After a few beers with dinner we began the singing which included around ten shots of Schnapps. Even sober I couldnt sing the songs that they showed me, and now that I was plastered and holding on to the ground to keep from falling off of the earth I was in no better shape. We cheered through the night and somehow Sara had managed to bring me back home that night safe and sound. My liver cursed my name and made some very rude gestures towards me. The following weeks were filled with wonder, excitement, and passion. She had arranged for us to take a cruise and Tobe decided to tag along. We went into the seaport where the ship waited and we hastily boarded the vessel. Once on board we went to our cabin and dropped our luggage, after doing so we headed over to the dining hall where we drank, conversed, and drank some more. After we ate Tobe decided to have a drinking contest with me, unfortunately for him I was from a higher altitude and my liver had given up in trying to deal with me. We took shot after shot, beer after beer, and as Sara cheered me on Tobe couldnt take anymore and I was declared the victor. Night had come and the boat came to life as a wild party, the DJs played record after record as we danced, on the same token more and more Swedes wanted to drink with me. I was sitting at the bar as I told Sara that I needed to use the restroom, so I ventured about thirty feet to the nearest restroom and went inside. Unfortunately, in the drunken state of mind that I was in I could no longer tell the difference between a girl picture on the restroom door or a guy picture. I stumbled my way into the girls restroom not taking into account the glares that were coming in my direction, and I went into one of the stalls where I was finally relieved of the liquids pushing there way forward. So I reach down to zip up my pants only to discover that theyre already zipped up and I drunkenly stared at a large wet spot on my pants. I made my way over to the sink and I splashed some water on it to make it look like a sink accident, but at that point I was no Picasso, thankfully the boat was darkened and alive with music and people too drunk to notice or even care. So I make my way back to our cabin where Sara was waiting for me, she looked at my pants and I tried to tell her it was the sink but she could see right through me and just laughed about it. Luckily I had a change of clothes, after changing the three of us decided to drink even more liquor in our cabin. Saras stomach could no longer handle it and she threw up in the toilet as I comforted her by rubbing her back. We all decided to go outside to get some fresh air and we went over to the railing to look out upon the sea. The ship that we were on was a very large ship, it was about five stories floating above the sea, so I decided it would be fun to sit on the railing that protects you from falling into the sea. I rocked back and forth over the edge until Sara and Tobe pulled me off with a look of fear in their eyes, Sara then looked intently at me and said baby, you need to puke, I told her that I didnt and we faced the sea looking over the railing holding each other. She then told me to close my eyes, so I did expecting that she was going to kiss me, when suddenly she shoves her fingers down my throat, it was then that I realized that she was right, I did need to puke. We retreated back to our cabin and woke up in the morning, she felt like a train had hit her, and I was beyond joyful. After seeing my level of joy she looked at me in disgust as Tobe gave me a high five. We left the boat after it docked and headed back home. Throughout that month we went to random night clubs and I had gotten to see many picturesque places with her that it took my breath away. I had drank through so much liquor that month, that I was shocked to be alive the next morning after every night out. Her father had also decided that it would be fun to do more Schnapps songs with me while I was there, and I would not let him down. Our love had progressed with every day that passed, so she decided to come back to America with me. We spent our last night together before I left on my flight, we held each other as tears streamed down our faces, our lips came together with such force that when they left it felt like they were still there. We fell asleep holding each other, and in the morning we drove out to the airport where sorrowful partings were left with a promise to be together again very soon. I painstakingly found the airplane that I needed to board and got on my flight as my heart crumbled to dust and my body felt empty. |
| Posted By: impersonator Posted On: Feb 4, 2007 Views: 1305 | RE: english essay first off, I wanted to congratulate tOdd on this poll, he did a pretty good job. Secondly, this essay that I have written is unedited, so if there are any grammatical errors they will be removed later.... I am only half-way done with this story, all of the events in this story are true, I was engaged and I did live in Sweden. So please tell me what you think! peace and love |
| Posted By: wr Posted On: Feb 4, 2007 Views: 1304 | RE: english essay Way too long. Who cares. Yawn. One big F if you ask me. |
| Posted By: impersonator Posted On: Feb 4, 2007 Views: 1301 | RE: english essay wow, ok I wrote this essay from about 12 at night till 4 in the morning. I have tons of editing to do to it. The editing is definately going to have to wait until I get more sleep though....I've been up for two days and editing is not holding too much of an appeal at this point lol. peace and love |
| Posted By: Aussie Posted On: Feb 5, 2007 Views: 1245 | RE: english essay I like it! I want to hear what happens! Its always great to hear about other peoples lives and all their adventures. Well done for putting all your emotions out there and sharing it with everyone, its not always easy to do. |
| Posted By: TK Posted On: Feb 5, 2007 Views: 1236 | RE: english essay SH*T!!! Someone has too much free time!!! |
| Posted By: impersonator Posted On: Feb 5, 2007 Views: 1219 | RE: english essay thank you for your support aussie....wr, I hope that someday you will stop being such a lonely and pathetic little person. My english teacher loves my story, and I don't ever hand in any work that's beneath a B or high C (depending on the subject and current happenings). I was really hoping to hear dragonmasters comments about this story. He doesn't seem to be on this week though... |
| Posted By: wr Posted On: Feb 6, 2007 Views: 1212 | RE: english essay If I was your English teacher I would kill myself for having to read hundreds of these lame, idiotic stories. I got about halfway through and realized life is too short for shit like this. Next time try cutting out all the flowery bullshit and keep the content within a few short paragraphs. |
| Posted By: wr - the real one Posted On: Feb 6, 2007 Views: 1208 | RE: english essay looks like someone is posting with my name already but yea, I agree. I think your english teacher should lose their teaching license. If you ate 5 cans of alphabet soup and puked them on the floor, you couldn't do much worse than your essay. |
| Posted By: Aussie Posted On: Feb 6, 2007 Views: 1199 | RE: english essay We all had to write English essays growing up - there is just no escaping it. And I'm probably correct in saying that not many of us (except for perhaps a few exceptions) were really great at it either (personlly, I hated it). I'm also probably correct in saying that not many people would be brave enough to share their writings (especially those that are so personal) with others. I know its fun to be a critic and I'm sure it makes you feel tough, but put yourself in someone elses position for a moment and see it for what it is -- someone putting what was probably one of the most exciting/amazing/anxious/difficult times of their life onto paper and sharing it with us. |
| Posted By: wr Posted On: Feb 6, 2007 Views: 1196 | RE: english essay nobody forced him to post it. just like on american idol with all those kids that can't sing. if simon burst in to their house while they were singing and told them they suck that would be wrong but when they come to him and sing really bad they deserve everything they get. same thing if you choose to post a terrible essay on a public board. you open yourself up to criticism. |
| Posted By: Steve Nash Posted On: Feb 6, 2007 Views: 1192 | RE: english essay I speak english? |
| Posted By: impersonator Posted On: Feb 6, 2007 Views: 1185 | RE: english essay wow wr, so in other words you believe that if you aren't hot **** at some kind of talent then you should never express it towards others? It's your kind of thinking that's slowing the rest of us down, you supress and critisize people that are trying to show themselves to the world, you try to smother their expressive sides. I believe that everyone should express themselves in any way that they see fit (given the exception of doing something that would in some way harm another persons life of course...). You should be supportive of others wr, and I seriously hope that you haven't ever stiffled someones development with your negativity. Open your eyes and see the beauty that lies in those around you. peace and love |
| Posted By: wr Posted On: Feb 6, 2007 Views: 1183 | RE: english essay how did you even come up with that? just because i used american idol as an example didnt mean that. it was just a good example of people that suck at something doing it in public and then crying when someone tells them they suck. you wrote a bad essay and posted it in public and are now crying because someone said it sucked. it has nothing to do with stopping creativity. if you really like your writing nothing i say should matter. if it does, you are insecure. im all for you expressing yourself as long as you do it in private. |
| Posted By: impersonator Posted On: Feb 7, 2007 Views: 1179 | RE: english essay hahaha, I am FAR from insecure. I do take into account peoples criticism, but I don't feel offended in any way by it. If you think that what I have written sucks then so be it, all though I really wish you would have kept in mind my comment about this not being my final draft. What I had posted in here was the rough draft which was performed in about 3 hours or so while I was **** tired. I appreciate feedback on my work whether it's good or bad. But in your case wr, you simply jump around from thread to thread putting down others comments with an arsenal of negative feedback. If what you're trying to do to others is to make them feel like they're less than you, then I don't think you've accomplished your goal. To those that reply to your negativity, the conversation that takes place between you and the other person (like myself) turns into a seemingly pointless battle. Your feedback quickly transforms into direct insults in an attempt to put the poster down, it would be one thing if you were merely joking, but I feel it is quite apparent that your comments carry a serious tone. It's quite sickening that you're trying to degrade people that you don't even know without a basis for doing so. peace and love |
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