My Twelve Hours of Independence :: Personal Narrative

My Twelve Hours of IndependenceAs the expansive tour motor cumulation inscribed with Arrow Stage Lines on both sides,pulled up to the station, I felt my heart leap with excitement. This wasreally happening to me. All this sequence of planning and anticipating, and nowmy dream was coming true I could hardly wait to be on my own and to be awayfrom my family for a whole week Looking around, I could see all v another(prenominal)people that I knew. Four of these people were my family members and theother was a friend of mine who was going with me. The driver of the huge bus climbed heap from his perch behind the wheeland introduced himself as Juan Alvarez. I loaded my baggage into thecompartment below the bus, told my family goodbye, and walked up the steps ofthe bus. I soon met the three other people who were riding with John and meand then settled into my seat for the gigantic bus ride to Liberty, Missouriwhere we would be attending the Farmland younker Leadership Conference.Th e five of us were basically on our own. It was retributive us and the busdriver, who couldnt speak very much English. We had a lot of scratch alongthe way to pick up other students attending the convention so we plugged in amovie and turned on the zone mode that would get us through the twelve-hourdrive. After only one minor delay of our bus breaking down just right(prenominal) ofDenver, we had successfully picked up all of the attendees from Colorado.There were about xxv of us altogether. We changed drivers in Denver,then drove on towards Hays, Kansas, where we would pick up some morestudents. By this time, it was about 630 in the morning, and the bus wasnearing the small town of Ellis, which is about twenty minutes outside ofHays. The movie Pure Country was playing, but I had fallen dormant longbefore it had started. It was just finishing when it happened. One minute Iwas comfortably curled up, lying across two seats and the succeeding(prenominal) I was bouncedinto the aisl e of the bus. Thankfully, John was flummoxting in the seat at one time across from mine, so hehelped me up out of the aisle and had me sit down next to him. I watched inhorror as the bus sped through the grassy median and then bounced back on tothe Interstate. The blameless bus was in a state of confusion, as almosteverybody had been hibernating(prenominal) when the bus went off the road.