Descriptive New York City

New York City’s old slum neighbourhood, the Five Points, was notoriously known for its vice and crimes. The first organized crime group in New York City was the Forty Thieves which was led by Edward Coleman, started in 1825, in the back of a grocery store. The Dead Rabbits were an Irish gang in the Five Points area, and are most known for the riot they caused in 1857. The Eastman Gang were a Jewish group in the Five Points area, which began in the late nineteenth century, and were the rival of the Five Points Gang. The Five Points Gang was another group, started by Paul Kelly and included future famous mobsters. In Five Points, where most of New York City’s crime started, it also started some of history’s most notorious gangs, and mobsters.

It is early morning and the subway cars clang along the tracks, rocking rhythmically back and forth. The train sways from side to side, in New York City, causing people to drift off to sleep, while others sip their coffee and munch on their breakfasts, read the newspapers and engage in conversation. There are all different kinds of people, from all different locations.

I am your pilot this morning, and I will be taking you to Newark, New Jersey. The flight will be about three hours. Sit back, relax and have a good flight. I looked to my left to see my parents on their phones, not paying attention to any of their surroundings. There was a long line of people in the aisle waiting to take their seats, each person pushing large suitcases. In the row across for us, Jack was sitting in the row seat listening to music. Since there was four of us Jack had to sit by himself with two other strangers but he didn’t mind. The engines suddenly started to roar as I started to get pushed gently back into my seat. The front of the plane started to rise from the ground and as soon as I noticed we were up in the air. I took a deep breathe as I took my backpack out under the seat. I grabbed my new book “Looking for Alaska” and began to read. One of my friends gave it to me as a going away gift because she knew I loved to read. After a while, my mind slowly started to drift off onto a whole different planet. I was still in shock that I just left all my friends and I was moving to New Jersey. The whole situation was not processing through my head and I thought that we were just going on vacation to New Jersey, and we were not actually about to live there. Even thinking about having to make new friends and joining a new soccer team sent chills down my body. I am always shy around new people and now I have to break out of my

The plane took off and were in the air leaving the place I had only ever known. I remember when my parents told me and my two brothers that we would be moving to the United states. At the time I didn’t know where we would end up or how we were even getting there. All I knew was I would be in a totally different landscape with a lot of ethnically different people whom I have never met or seen before.

It had been a long and stressful week for me so I was happy that I could finally enjoy another Gotham NY class again. I was excited once I heard our next journey through the city would be Chelsea and The Village. I have visited these areas before and have always dreamed that I will one day move there. We started off the day by walking the High Line on 30th street and Tenth Avenue. The High Line is an elevated park within the city that stretches 1.45 miles long. The park was once a street level freight line that transported people through the center of Chelsea. However, because the area’s streets were chaotic and overcrowded, there were many fatalities. Many New Yorkers had actually even known Tenth Avenue as “Death Avenue”. Due to this the

I step off the plane grateful for the safe landing as I wait for the my family to get out of the plane, my little brother comes out with his hair all messed up and matted from the long flight, he gets airsick . While we walk to the baggage claim I look around trying to absorb everything around me thinking, “so this is what it's like in America”. Remembering how sad it was to leave behind all my friends especially Claire and Bella, the airport in France was just a cryfest, we were hugging so long they had to ask us to stop unless we wanted to miss the flight. They both shouted YES! But I knew I had to go, I waved to them until they were just little specks in the backround.

I have been on many vacations in my lifetime, but one just stands out more than any other. This summer I had the privilege to go to New York City with my parents and a friend. New York City is like no other place I have ever been before. It has such a different culture than the little town of Fulton, Ms, I was able to take part in new things that I have never experienced before, and my favorite thing was to learn about New York City’s rich history and visit the memorials there.

“Next stop will be New York Penn station, I repeat New York Penn station.” The loud voice of the conductor echoed. I have just woken up from my long nap from New Jersey, and opened my eyes with the vision of people rising up from their seats in unison as if it was a rehearsed dance piece. It took me a moment to realize that I am about to step into the streets of New York City, the Big Apple. This has been a dream of mine since I was a child and a streak of excitement shook me as I rose from my seat. The train comes to a screeching break, bringing all of us to a harsh stop, and the hissing doors open welcoming us to Penn station New York City!

As someone walks over the grates in the sidewalk, they can feel the wind rush up from the subway cars flying through the tunnels. While they continue walking down the street and looking at all the different people that they pass, they can smell the hotdogs being cooked in the food truck. In the distance, they hear a siren weaving through the congested narrow streets of this busy city. New York City is a one of a kind type of place. It is the only place in the world where so many different cultures and backgrounds are all in one place. Along with the multitudes of different types of people and cultures, New York City truly is the city that never sleeps. The city that never sleeps, New York City, is full sights, sounds, tastes, smells, and feels.

Since the introduction of films and theatres the great city of New York has often been depicted as an idyllic place to live, where people go to make their dreams come true. One movie in particular enthral us in its representation of New York City, Breakfast at Tiffany’s based on Truman Capote’s novella brings the glamourous atmosphere of the high society to our door step. Produced in 1961, it also opens a window to the mores of the time. This movie made New York City the place to be to get rich and live free. It acts as an icon for the American Dream, a City of hope.

Living in America is a fantasy for a lot of people, but living in New York City is something even better, and more magical than any fantasy.

New York City is known as the largest city in America, full of excitement and action. This passionate embrace in the middle of Times Square was not completely out of the normal. In the year of 1945 a sailor arriving home from World War II is warmly welcomed back home by his nurse. Home-coming war-photos often leave people feeling warm and sentimental. Looking at this emotional home-coming photo, one will most likely assume that the two are young, deeply in love and missed each other very much, but there is far more to this photo than what can be assumed by most people.

New York is the fourth most populated state in the US, and is the 27th largest state. With over 345 attractions, 60.3 million visitors a year, and 645 miles of Subway trains New York City is the most . . . (think of something to go after most)

Every time I hear this song it makes me long to leave all of my responsibilities and head off to the city of dreams. A trip to New York has been a dream of mine since I was a little girl. I have always wanted to visit the place of tall buildings, history, and where culture is intertwined with its people. I have wanted to live the fast pace life of a New Yorker, where I could stand outside and see, smell, and taste all of the experiences that this city has to offer. I have been building and building this ideal image in my mind for so long. If I ever get to New York, will I be disappointed by the city that never sleeps? The city that is a part of almost every movie I watch. Can New York live up to the expectations I have

As soon as the door opened, the heat hit me. It was like putting a hot iron in front of my face. But it felt even worse as there was a slight wind which pushed the heat towards me. My body was surrounded in a blanket of heat and I even started to sweat slightly. My uncle told me to wait by the lift as he went to collect the car so I wouldn’t have to walk as far and drag my suitcase along. While I waited, I took time to look around at the surroundings. I could see mountains which stretched towards the clouds and the airport behind me. There were a vast number of people walking around from their flight looking drowsy and with no energy. The frequent red double-decker bus also came and a few planes flew above my head. I didn’t even have to look, but I could hear the planes departing and arriving. The planes all looked the same in the sky, big and white with some sort of logo. During the wait, I took a few steps to take away the cramp. Although I had trainers on, I could feel and see that the floor was new. The concrete looked