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The Drive Essay, Research Paper

Driving through the dessert can be wearisome, fatiguing and all the things that you dread

in a long drive. Not this trip, it was the new beginning, I was on my way to find myself. I

had 14 hours to contemplate the reasons I was doing this. My friends said I was nuts,

family said I was stupid. Let s see, nuts and stupid, um, O.K. I guess everyone has their

own opinion. Its not really what I wanted to hear, but I could see their point.

Yuma, Arizona, my hometown, lived there for 10 years, graduated from high school, had

lots of friends, had a great job, but one crucial element was missing, I just wasn t happy

there. Everyone, including my family, (who by the way, all moved back south), said I had

everything going for me. I, on the other hand, did not feel that way. There were hundreds

of reasons why I should have stayed, carried on, but it only took a few significant reasons

to abandon my so called perfect life in Yuma, Arizona.

I remember driving, looking out of the window at the mountains and clay colored rocks. I

realized just how beautiful it all was. Again, my thoughts turned back to my life. The man

I thought I would end up sharing my so-called perfect life with. I could see his face,

remember his smile, hear him laugh. Jim and I were great friends for a long while. Almost

a whole year, until I began to actually feel something stronger. I had never been in love

before and it had been an overwhelming feeling. At a party, I had too much to drink and

on the way home blurted out how I had felt. He smiled and drove me home. The next

day he came by my house and sat me down and told me he had felt the same way. It

began. Two wonderful years, of now loving my best friend. It wasn t always wonderful,

we had our bad moments, but I was the happiest I could ever remember. Jim was still in

the Army, it was time for him to decide whether to re-enlist for another 3 years or get out,

be a civilian. He decided to get out. Jim was a very private person. It was hard for him

to share himself with anyone, even me. I respected that, and gave him his privacy. But I

never realized that meant that he would leave Yuma and leave without me. I never told

him how I felt and he never discussed his feelings with me. Our last week together was

the best. We stayed up all night and gazed at the stars and went into the dessert and

watched the sunrise. Those times I will never forget. The day came, we got up and I

drove him to the Phoenix airport. The drive seemed endless. We kissed goodbye, and he

was gone. I drove back to Yuma, and went to work.

I had been employed by the Federal Government, a Civil Servant is what we were called.

My job description was Computer Information Specialist. Which simply meant that I

created programs for divisions on a military installation. My last assignment was to create

a program for the communication division. I worked intensely on this program. Logging

in around 25 hours overtime, and 3 months of work. Three days before my big

presentation, that was to be given to the division head, I was informed that a commercial

program had been purchased for $32,000.00! I could not believe it. I was devastated.

What a bad 2 months I had had. I stopped by the store and got a bottle of Tequila. I

remember the shattered feeling I had. I cried for the first time. I sat in my driveway

sobbing. I just realized that Jim had gone and would not be back. I felt like a ton of

bricks had been dropped on my chest and I was trapped. I was hoping the Tequila would

give me strength to release myself.

I woke up the next mourning on the living room floor a red magic marker was in my very

sticky hand.. Lemon peels were scattered all over the room, and there was a mound of

salt where the salt shaker had spilled. I was laying on a map of the U.S. and a bright red

circle around the city of Sacramento, CA. I did not go to work that day. I slept and

cried. and slept.

When I did go to work I handed in my resignation. I drove down to the Ryder truck

rental shop and rented a truck with a hitch to pull my Nissan. I went around to see all my

friends and bid them farewell, most offered to help me load the truck. We had a farewell

party that night. I could not believe my whole house fit in that Ryder truck. Phoned my

family and got a lecture on the way life deals cards and all that stuff , you know the stuff

parents tells their kids when they think they are making a big mistake. Sacramento here I

come.

The mourning I left was a nice March day.. A nice day to start a new life in a new town.

A nice March day to take a drive in the dessert. A nice day to vow never to drink tequila

again.

Driving through the dessert can be wearisome, fatiguing and all the things that you dread

in a long drive. Not this trip, it was the new beginning, I was on my way to find myself. I

had 14 hours to contemplate the reasons I was doing this. My friends said I was nuts,

family said I was stupid. Let s see, nuts and stupid, um, O.K. I guess everyone has their

own opinion. Its not really what I wanted to hear, but I could see their point.

Yuma, Arizona, my hometown, lived there for 10 years, graduated from high school, had

lots of friends, had a great job, but one crucial element was missing, I just wasn t happy

there. Everyone, including my family, (who by the way, all moved back south), said I had

everything going for me. I, on the other hand, did not feel that way. There were hundreds

of reasons why I should have stayed, carried on, but it only took a few significant reasons

to abandon my so called perfect life in Yuma, Arizona.

I remember driving, looking out of the window at the mountains and clay colored rocks. I

realized just how beautiful it all was. Again, my thoughts turned back to my life. The man

I thought I would end up sharing my so-called perfect life with. I could see his face,

remember his smile, hear him laugh. Jim and I were great friends for a long while. Almost

a whole year, until I began to actually feel something stronger. I had never been in love

before and it had been an overwhelming feeling. At a party, I had too much to drink and

on the way home blurted out how I had felt. He smiled and drove me home. The next

day he came by my house and sat me down and told me he had felt the same way. It

began. Two wonderful years, of now loving my best friend. It wasn t always wonderful,

we had our bad moments, but I was the happiest I could ever remember. Jim was still in

the Army, it was time for him to decide whether to re-enlist for another 3 years or get out,

be a civilian. He decided to get out. Jim was a very private person. It was hard for him

to share himself with anyone, even me. I respected that, and gave him his privacy. But I

never realized that meant that he would leave Yuma and leave without me. I never told

him how I felt and he never discussed his feelings with me. Our last week together was

the best. We stayed up all night and gazed at the stars and went into the dessert and

watched the sunrise. Those times I will never forget. The day came, we got up and I

drove him to the Phoenix airport. The drive seemed endless. We kissed goodbye, and he

was gone. I drove back to Yuma, and went to work.

I had been employed by the Federal Government, a Civil Servant is what we were called.

My job description was Computer Information Specialist. Which simply meant that I

created programs for divisions on a military installation. My last assignment was to create

a program for the communication division. I worked intensely on this program. Logging

in around 25 hours overtime, and 3 months of work. Three days before my big

presentation, that was to be given to the division head, I was informed that a commercial

program had been purchased for $32,000.00! I could not believe it. I was devastated.

What a bad 2 months I had had. I stopped by the store and got a bottle of Tequila. I

remember the shattered feeling I had. I cried for the first time. I sat in my driveway

sobbing. I just realized that Jim had gone and would not be back. I felt like a ton of

bricks had been dropped on my chest and I was trapped. I was hoping the Tequila would

give me strength to release myself.

I woke up the next mourning on the living room floor a red magic marker was in my very

sticky hand.. Lemon peels were scattered all over the room, and there was a mound of

salt where the salt shaker had spilled. I was laying on a map of the U.S. and a bright red

circle around the city of Sacramento, CA. I did not go to work that day. I slept and

cried. and slept.

When I did go to work I handed in my resignation. I drove down to the Ryder truck

rental shop and rented a truck with a hitch to pull my Nissan. I went around to see all my

friends and bid them farewell, most offered to help me load the truck. We had a farewell

party that night. I could not believe my whole house fit in that Ryder truck. Phoned my

family and got a lecture on the way life deals cards and all that stuff , you know the stuff

parents tells their kids when they think they are making a big mistake. Sacramento here I

come.

The mourning I left was a nice March day.. A nice day to start a new life in a new town.

A nice March day to take a drive in the dessert. A nice day to vow never to drink tequila

again.

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