Descriptive Essay Critical Analysis
English 1301 Week 4 The Narrative Essay My First Flight The seasons are approaching in which families gather to celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas. This time of year does not carry the same feelings for me as they did when I was young. I am a military spouse and my husband has been away for most of our holidays. One peculiar Christmas I received the opportunity to spend the holiday with him this was my first flight experience. The morning of my flight, I got up at 2 o’clock, said a prayer, and kissed the children.
My mother-in-law drove me to the airport. I was very nervous and excited. I went to the kiosk to get my tickets and check my luggage. I made my way to security, once there I had to take off my shoes and jacket. I placed my carry-on on the conveyer and walked through the security scanner, I was alarmed because of the loud buzzing sound. The security lady pulled me to the side and began to scan me with a wand. I was nervous and embarrassed. She asked me if I had and knifes or weapons on my body I gave her a deranged look and replied no.
She asked me if I had any sharp objects on my person, again I replied no. I started sweating because I was very nervous and wanting to go back home. I did not know why the body scanner and wand was beeping and buzzing because I did not have any metal in my possession. The security lady asked me did I have metal in my bra, I turned and looked at her with a surprising look and replied yes. We both laughed I explained to her this is my first airplane ride and I was nervous and afraid. She tried to help calm my nerves by telling me funny stories.
I walked down to the boarding site and the two luggage men playfully said to me and two others that were walking to the plane, “Sorry but you just missed it. ” I instantly felt tears in my eyes then they just started laughing and shook their heads saying go on before it does leave! I ran to my seat, which was 10A, a window seat all to me. I was on a plane; something I thought would never happen because I was afraid of heights and my nervousness. A couple minutes later the plane started to go backwards then turned to the right toward the runway.
I watched the left wing change a piece of itself to angle downward to catch the wind. We had to wait a bit since there were two other big planes in front of our; we rolled up right after the last big plane was on its way into the air. As we were rolling, you could hear the strain of the engine getting ready to lift off. The plane picked up speed slowly till we were going full speed, my heart was pounding to the beat of the cracks on the pavement. I was becoming scared now. I watching as the plane’s wheels went off the ground and the ground itself got farther and farther away from me.
I dug into my purse for my Bubba gum because I could feel my ears getting ready to pop, as mother-in-law had warned me. It hurt so much when it got to that point sometime, or it was just annoying. During the hour and thirty-minute flight I would chew my now tasteless gym, would drinking some water and chewing or sucking on the ice, I was given with the drink. It was all to have a different reason for swallowing since I forgot most of the time from looking out the window or looking at all the other people on the plane.
The flight attendant said we clear to us our electronics, so I pulled out my camera and took a picture of the ground when the sky was clear then another picture of the cloudy sky that was covering the ground. Right after I took the second picture a lane went into the clouds while another was coming out of it, it was no wonder they both did not hit each other from not being able to see! The plane started tilting to the right and I felt myself going with it, I clung to my chair and pressed myself against my window so I didn’t fall out of my seat, even though I was buckled in.
Once the plane was straight again did I release my death grip on my chair, my knuckles were still red from my hold. We were told that we had to put away our electronics again, after I put my camera back into my purse I looked out the window and my heart started to pound in my chest again. I realized I was in Virginia, the place where Roderick was, the place I would have until January 8, 1998 to stay with him. Tears came to my eyes, I was no longer afraid of the flight but happy and excited to my next visit by plane.
As the plane finally touched down, I was eager to get the hell off the plane and get my luggage to wait to be picked up by Roderick. I already had my purse and bathroom pouch on my arm and ready for the people in front of me to get off. We were finally unloading once the plane came to a complete stop; I was trying very hard to stay standing since my legs felt like Jell-O from the flight. I didn’t care though, I walked out then started to walk fast to get my luggage and see Roderick. Turn out to get to see Roderick before my luggage.
He was standing in front of the security line but on the opposite side where people are getting off their flights and heading to the luggage claim. He was wearing his military uniform. I went at a dead run to him and then stopped before I ran into him. I was so happy to hold him that tears start rolling down my face. He looked at me and said its ok and we went to get my luggage. After getting my luggage we made our way out of the airport hand in hand, Roderick and I. Once to his friend car we threw my bag into the trunk and get in the car to drive to where he was living.
He got my attention by saying my name, when I looked to him he kissed me deeply which I eagerly returned. After all that worry about maybe my plane could end up crashing, the worry about something happening either to me or something that would prevent me from seeing him. My nerves making me have slight little panic attacks over mothering. I had to wait over a year to see him again face to face for a second time. So my for my first plane flight theory that has been analyzed by me and not the news reporters is this, simply amazing! Sure, it was scary when it’s your first time.
Yet, if you have someone or something waiting for you at the end of the flight. It is worth the scare, the nervousness, going through security, missing the first flight, arguing with people who should have spoken up to the security guards , the ears popping, feeling like you’re going to fall out of your seat at every turn made even with a seat belt on, etc. Everything I experienced on my first flight made me not longer afraid of heights nor or flying. All because I had the one I love waiting for me on the other side of that flight.
