Newark, New Jersey: A Short Story

Then we started to unpack all the silverware. Once we were finished unpacking it was time to put everything into its correct spot. There was no problem with everything else to move, but the couch and the tv were the hardest. After moving the heavy stuff we started to work on the kitchen and I had to put away the spoons, forks, and knives and my brother had to put away the plates, bowls, and cups. As soon as we were done with that we began to do the rooms. We first did our parents room and it took pretty long because they had to master bedroom. After that we did my uncle's bedroom. Finally, we did, me and my brother’s bedroom. When we were all done, we just relaxed and enjoyed our summer. A few weeks later, after moving in we went to a party and my dad has black hair and brown eyes and he was wearing shorts, and a tank top, with his favorite shoes, and his hair was spiked up. My mom has brownish hair, with brown eyes, and she was wearing her jeans and her shirt, with her north face jacket. My brother has black hair, and brown eyes, and he was wearing colorful clothes so I called him an ugly rainbow. I have black hair, with brown eyes and I were wearing joggers with a shirt and my jacket. The next day I went to the park and made a few new friends it felt good because they were nice to me and my

Some of the top historical movements that the United States ever encountered were the following: civil rights, women’s suffrage, gay rights, anti war, labor movement, black power, and occupy wall street. But there hasn’t been a major movement or protest that has really shaped and changed the minds of our citizens of this country, to understand that our environment is in a crisis. People are still having the same concept that climate change and global warming isn’t real when in reality it is. Meanwhile, in urban cities throughout America, there are treated like a city that isn’t worthy to be cleaned, unpolluted, or even take into consideration of the people who are currently inhabit these cities and unfortunately Newark falls under that

There are three side to every story: his side, her side, and the truth. Sometimes the truth gets twisted, but through the different people’s perspectives one can understand how a turn of events occur. There a three pivotal events that are a part of Newark’s ongoing history; they are the Cholera epidemic that killed tons of people, the destruction of high rise public houses, and the Summer Riots that occurred in 1967. Through various people’s perspectives we can understand how individuals of Newark’s past society endured the struggles that they were faced with.

Newark has only in recent years stemmed the population outflow. The city has begun in recent decades to attract a high immigrant population, a reflection of its status as a major center in the New York Metropolitan area, one of America's major gateway cities for new immigrants. The percentage of foreign-born residents in Newark is 26.5%, above the national average of 12.5%, and 44.5% of residents speak a language other than English in the home (U.S. Census Bureau, 2008). The influx of new immigrants can contribute to economic growth. Many such immigrants, especially when there are limited outside employment prospects, turn to entrepreneurial activity.

I will live in a place where "home" exists. Where my close family stay. A place where I can travel to rivers, mountains, oceans and the hustling city all that are within a short drive. That place is in New Jersey. New Jersey can offer me the perfect balance between a fast paced city and breathtaking scenery. Being in New Jersey and close to family will also offer me the support to pursue my dreams. As an aspiring graphic arts designer, I will have a plethora of inspiration at my fingertips. The vast amount of resources "Theaters, museums and a multitude of art galleries create a quintessential environment for creativity that I will need to succeed in my field. Affordable housing and convenient locale is the ideal mixture to allow ones creative

I didn’t hear a word from my mom since i locked myself in my room. And my dad was not talking to me anymore. “The coast must be clear then”, I thought to myself. But even though I had my large large dresser and my mirror against the war, he could still somehow break the door down from the adrenaline of his rage. I decided to leave the house through my window if my dad deciding to force himself in my room. I got out the window but my dad was already waiting for me outside. He must have known I was going to make that decision since he knows me more than anyone. He grabbed me and I resisted so much so he carried me to the car. I got in and there are suitcases in the back of the car already. My mom was already in the car looking at me and laughing because I failed in trying to delay. She told me that while I was in my room, she packed up all the supplies for the trip. And i could not stop thinking to myself how stupid I was being. There was no point in trying to resist at this point since I was already in the car. My dad got in and we drove to the airport. I was still in my pajamas and my parents looked so formal. I got on the plane and my heart was beating so fast and I was so close to passing out when we took off and I realized that flying in a plane wasn't so bad. This is a story that my parents always talk about throughout family reunions and it’s always funny to think back on because I thought I could outsmart my parents and

It was 7:00 am on a summer morning and I was still in a daze after just being woken up. Today was to the day that I was going to see my sister and as soon as I made sure I had everything, I headed out. My sister lived far and instead of wasting gas to drive, I was going to fly. I was on my way to the airport with my mom and grandma and as we got closer, my heart began to race with fear and anticipation. It wasn’t because I was afraid of flying, because I actually loved it. I loved the way fields looked like worn quilts from so high above. However this time was different, because on this trip, my family would not be accompanying me and I would be flying alone.

The airplane ride felt like a lifetime but as soon as I began to make my way off the plane and into the parking lot, an adult attempted to hustle me for my money. He demanded to put my luggage in my car because it was a “rule” at the airport. It took everything in God’s power to refrain myself from commenting on the so-called rule. I was struggling to place my luggage in the bed of the grey truck. We were driving on the dusty, dirt-filled pavement to arrive at our home. I gazed out the window only to notice a city filled with appetizing restaurants. However, my eyes became wide

It was a cold, snowy day in New Jersey. When I woke up my mom made me hot chocolate and pancakes for my first game in basketball. My mom was cooking pancakes for everyone. My dad was getting his big, brown boots to go to my older sister’s game. I was so excited to go on the court where players have fun, win games, but sometimes get injured. When I was done with my delicious breakfast, I quickly went upstairs to put my jersey on that just came out of the dryer. My mom called me with her loud voice and said, “Gab, it’s time to go! Get your sneakers on and grab a water bottle! I will be outside, but don’t slip on the ice when you come out.’’ I was so beyond happy it was finally time, but I was full of fear. Because it would be my first game and

All that time I had a feeling in my stomach to throw up. It was because of the thought of flying in an airplane. While we were waiting for the flight, mom disposed of the alcohol in the garbage can. I just texted my friends in Florida about my weekend. My brother was watching the television. That was on the wall ahead of us. Mom and dad just talked about things. In the back of my mind, I knew we had to board the airplane, soon. I was worried how I would go on the airplane. I guess one of my best friends read my mind because the message said, “Don’t worry, you will be fine going on the airplane.” That message made me feel better, but I was still a little worried. After getting bored of texting, I took out the family album and began going through it. The album was put together by my aunt. I was so much into it, that I didn’t hear the intercom saying that our flight was delayed a few hours. Mom and dad heard the announcement. After that, mom and dad went to

This summery talk about how life is in Newark and what the kids had to deal with.

It all started on that fateful day. I was in my first block, study hall, one of the hardest classes to fail of all time. It was the very last day of the semester. Wearing my usual, a hoodie and blue jeans; I sat there doing nothing, like everyone else. I didn't have that many classes where I actually do any work. There was easy math, simple Spanish, and effortless choir. We had a substitute teacher for study hall, Ms. Shultz. She was a very kind teacher. Since nobody had homework or anything else to work on, she let us play Pictionary.

It took weeks of convincing and reassuring that everything was going to be just fine before I budged. I did not agree because I suddenly was not scared, I felt guilty that we would not go on my accord. So here I was, hours away from hopping on the thing I promised myself I would never get on.I closed my eyes and to my surprise fell asleep. I was asleep for what felt like all of five minutes.I was woke up by a distant car horn, I looked ahead and saw the blurry light turned from red to green, we hung a left. I read the big blue print on the concrete sign,” Roanoke Airport,” We were finally here. I heard a low roar that seemed distant, but it grew louder with the passing seconds.Then a huge plane soared over top of us! The fear gather back inside

I remember the itchy, navy blue seat. It scratched my leg every time my skirt rode up. Except I was too busy looking out the window to care. The clouds rolled outside the airplane, forming into different shapes and sizes. I saw bird shaped clouds turn into trucks and book shape clouds turn into elephants. My mother sat to the left of me and peered over me whenever she looked outside of the plane; for it was her first time on a plane as well. We were flying to New York. Mama told me that people called New York City “The Big Apple.” I didn't understand why New York was called that, but I never asked anyone, I was too excited to land. Soon, a man's voice sounded out of nowhere, “Everybody fasten your seatbelts as we make our way into New York

Hey My people what up? So guess what this post Isn't about minecraft. So this is a story from my trip over last summer. I went and flew to Portland,Oregon and so at that time I had been deathly and I mean DEATHLY afraid of flying and way to overdramatic about it b ut oh well. So finally the day came and I was sobbing my eyes out about how I didn't want to go on this plane. The bad thing was to get there I had to fly on two planes. I woke up at 4:00am to go on a plane at 6:00am. I went with my grandparents and we waited and waited and the we started boardign the plane. Our destination was Minneapolis. The plane started to move and I had a big panic attack and my grandma calmed me down. The flight attendent brought us pretzels. I enjoyed my flight