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Memorial at Omaha Beach Omaha Beach Experience
Our bus pulled into a quiet parking lot. It was overcast and the beach ahead of us wasn't like the ones back in California. It was quiet, with very few people scattered along the shore. They weren't building sand castles or chasing each other into the waves; they were either walking...

category:Semi Finalist
French for a Week
Inside, the bus was complete chaos. My classmates, thrown into some unusual blend of unrestrained excitement and absolute terror, were screaming, hanging onto their friends for dear life, or demanding last-minute advice from the French teachers. Observing this chaotic scene, I couldn't help...

category:Exploring
Smell the Roses
Airplane food. Though often the butt of many an unfortunate joke, this scoffed-at cuisine stands alone in my mind, not because of its flavor or its lack thereof, but because of its sentimental value. That chewy, cardboardesque croissant, those ice-cold dinner rolls, the oh-so-yummy mystery meat...

category:Vacation
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