Central Park Day

What laid in my hand was my literal golden ticket to the world. This small, flimsy card could take me anywhere I wished to go to in New York City but I didn’t enjoy this privilege all my life. I grew up in a neighborhood where my family and I didn’t need to travel far for a doctor’s checkup or a grocery run. My whole world consisted of a few streets in Brooklyn. Unfortunately, my parents could neither drive nor afford many rides on our MetroCard. I had seen places like the Empire State Building and Central Park merely in pictures so the inner adventurer in me yearned to see what was outside Brooklyn.

Despite the fact that the alarm is blaring at an earlier time than usual, I couldn’t be anymore ecstatic. I’d forgotten what it’s like to wake up in the City that never sleeps. Quickly getting dressed and running out the door, I look over my schedule. Still in disbelief that I’m actually here, and the fact that the city is my campus still amazes me. I make it through the hustle and bustle of the city streets that only New York can provide. I run into some girls that I recognized from orientation who seem to be lost, I point them in the right direction of the D train. Already knowing the Subway and street systems definitely helps me out and makes me happy to know I can help fellow students as well. New York City was my playground as a child,

On October 6th, 2016 at around 3 p.m. I rode the number 1 train from Van Courtlandt Park in the Bronx to South Ferry in lower Manhattan. The ride lasted about an hour. Like stated earlier, this should’ve been just another ride I had to take on the subway, but to my surprise it was a different experience. Without the disturbance of music and my phone, my senses were focused on everything in my surroundings and with that, the things I’ve observed on my ride were fascinating. This essay will focus on the observations I’ve made about the different riders

Ken Burn’s The Central Park Five depicts the story of five young innocent men of color from Harlem and their interaction with the law and the legal system. It specifically focuses on the Central Park jogger case consisting of the beating and rape of Trisha Meili, a twenty-eight year old woman from the Upper East Side who worked on Wall Street. Antron McCray, Kevin Richardson, Yusef Salaam, Raymond Santana, and Korey Wise were ultimately found guilty and served six to thirteen years in prison. Although, that night, the worst crime committed by these fourteen to sixteen year old boys was hopping a turnstile.

In trying to find my footing in NYU, I tried to conquer one thing at a time. The first obstacle was to make it to NYU in one piece. As a commuter, all my thoughts were consumed of getting lost in the subway system. My biggest fear was taking the wrong train and not getting

A homeless man walks on an NYC train and the energy becomes apparent; everyone knows exactly what will happen next. Touching yet rehearsed words exiting his lips, while still trying to obtain his manhood; begging for any solution to his growing stomach and unnerving uncertainty of where he will lay his head are what a person who frequents public transportation will face at least once a day. Walking up and down the cart, he’s trying his hardest to lock eyes with someone while the music of New Yorkers’ headphones elevate, heads bow lower; locking eyes with the ground and reading material cover the faces of those who are giving this less than fortunate man every inclination that change will not be spared and leftovers will not be given up so easily.

As the trains stops in downtown Toronto I can see lots of people walking on and off other trains, tall buildings, lots of cars, and the people all look so happy it just makes you feel happy inside. Now we have to walk to go to the subway and take the subway to the gym where the games are played. The subway in Canada are much cleaner and nicer than the American subways. As we walked down the concert stairs you could hear the train coming a mile away. As you see lights coming from around the corner you know it is close. As the train slowed down again you saw a lot of other people on the train.We walk onto a much longer train. On the inside it is warm and carpeted. Not many chairs but plenty of standing room. We have to wait three stops before we got off. Everytime the train stopped you could feel yourself leaning forward then jerking back. Also as the train turned you could see the whole train looked like it was being bent. As you walk up the concert stairs then walk onto the street and the sun hits your skin after being underground you feel

There’s me, standing on the sidewalk of some nondescript city street in the Bronx. It’s summertime, right smack in the middle of July, and the towering brick buildings surrounding me allow no breeze. The clamor of New York is encompassing; I feel the city’s rhythm in my bones, it’s heartbeat thump, thump, thumping under my feet. Right now, I feel like crying. I am talking to an old man, Ahmed. Ahmed is an Indian immigrant who stopped at the soup-kitchen-on-wheels (actually: The Relief Bus) I am volunteering at. We stand under a tree planted close to where the Bus is parked. Around us, dozens of homeless people, many of whom don’t speak a word of English (as the Bronx is mainly poor immigrants), eat their soup and bread. My fellow volunteers

The documentary we had to watch for this week’s discussion called “The Central Park Five” directed by Ken Burns was eye-opening. The movie was about five black and Latino teenagers aged 14 to 16 of being falsely convicted of attacking and raping a 28-year-old white woman in the central park, New York in 1989.

Feelings to the culture of new york city after being freed from being a slave in the south

It was the Spring of 1903, and I was part of a huge crowd of Immigrants packed onto one steamship. All I was hopeful for was to have a better life in America, as it was a land of hope where immigrants from all over the world came. However, my hope had started to diminish as the conditions on the boat were absolutely terrible. It was a combination of the stench and the number of people packed onto the ship. The ship was very dirty and smelly, and there were only two bathrooms, which were also unclean. In addition, everywhere I looked there were people getting extremely sick. The ship was also hot, so every single person on board was sweaty, and no one showered, therefore the stench was unbelievable. It felt as if the voyage took years to complete, but finally, the voyage had ended. At that point, everyone gathered on deck to see the one and only Statue of Liberty, that had welcomed me into the United States of America.

Were going to be talking about problems, historic events and tragedies that occurred in New York. I am also going to be talking about things that are common and things that are different between early New York and New York today. According to “America’s Best History U.S. Timeline and facts about the 1870’s,” New Yorks Mayor Boss Tweed is arrested”, “Thomas Nast German had skewed the Boss Tweed ring in his cartoons, is credited with an important role in his downfall”. “The National Rifle Association is granted a charter by the State of New York”. “New York Metropolitan Museum of art opens.” “New York City politician Boss Tweed escapes prison, he would be captured and returned to authorities.” And so much more has happened in the city for both

I left two days before the start of my course. I had my brother drive me to the airport in Boston to catch an 8:30pm flight out of Boston. Starting this trip at night really messed with my sense of time but it was the cheapest flight I could find. I flew for eight hours to Reykjavik, Iceland where I had a two hour layover to switch planes to take to Stockholm. As I came into Iceland the sun was coming up and I had only gotten a half hour sleep the whole flight ( I never sleep well in traveling vehicles) but the landscape of Iceland from what I could see was like I was on another planet. After another five hour flight I was in Stockholm. From the Airport in Stockholm I had to take the metro into the city in order to get to Stockholm Central, the main train station. At this point I had already been awake for a total of 24 hour but the I had be switching time zones so I was really just so amazed getting to walk around Stockholm and exploring that I didn’t really feel it. Once at the train station I had to wait three hours for my train to arrive. After walking around and site seeing the nearby areas I went back to the platform where my train was supposed to be coming only to find out that it was delayed by another three hours. I met another younger Swedish kid who was my age and also had a massive backpack waiting for the train. I forget what his name was but I remember he spoke English surprisingly well and we talked for hours and went to get beers together while we waited. He would translate the information that came over the intercom in the train station for me so we knew when the train would be at the platform and he explained to me how the public transportation is usually delayed or broken down in Stockholm. After hours of waiting our train arrived and I was able to set my bag down into my sleeper car. At this point I had been awake for close to 34 hours. Me and my friend I had met early met

I love taking the train, only because I know when I step on the platform I am going on an adventure good or bad. Usually it always turns out good. The only experience I have going to the city before the start of this class includes my yearly trip to Bryant Park to go ice skating and see the Christmas tree in the Winter holiday season. Also, during the festivities of all my friends turning 21, of course before me (December 1st I can join the 21 club). My friends all love the city. The lights, rooftop bars, open space, the view of the skyscrapers, but the only disclaimer is the expensive drinks or cover charge once you walk in. To be honest, for the view I have had some summer nights of the sky line, I really enjoy the city too. Since Freshman year to currently my Senior year, I would guestimate and say I go to the city 4-5 times a year. After taking this Gotham class, my goal is to have that

The clear, turquoise sky was the perfect backdrop for a normal day in New York City. Crowded pavements surrounding every skyscraper were hundreds of humanoid ants scurrying across roads and festering in shops. The scent of the hot dog stand on the corner slithers though the cavities of the builds next it is socking the clothes in the smell of grease and oil.