Personal Narrative: A Call To Be In San Francisco

Growing up in Southern California, I was surrounded by coastal culture, which has influenced me in many ways. No matter whether I lived in San Diego or Ventura county, I was never more than ten minutes away from the beach. Every weekend, it seemed, my dad would take us to the beach as family so we could play in the water, build sandcastles, catch hermit crabs, see the tide pools, and most of all, spend time together. I was enchanted by all the beach had to offer. Every sandcastle built was a palace for a hermit crab and every tide pool a thriving community. Whenever I stepped into the water, my imagination would run wild. Despite how often we went, I always enjoyed our days at the beach.

It was April of 1999. My family was at home. Children were running outside. The asphalt was burning. Cars rolled up to the entrance of the apartments and BANG. I grew up in Stockton, California. Surprisingly, as a minority, I wasn’t really a minority. There were, in fact, a large and diverse population of Asian-Americans. But, Stockton is not the ideal place to live. It was hot and dry, almost to the point of a drought. Stockton was also ranked as the one of the top 5 most dangerous cities in California. So, having a nice and safe family is kind of difficult. Eventually, my family decided to move to Crescent City, California when my dad retired. It was a world of difference. There were trees, plentiful water, and a nice cool temperature. This

It was mid-winter of 1848, I was doing my daily chores when my neighbor brought news that two days earlier, on January 24, James W. Marshall made a discovery of gold on his piece of land in California. At first, I didn’t think that this would affect me in any way, but then I realized I could start a new life in California filled with gold and fortune, away from my small farm in Missouri. I decided to pack up my things and start on my long journey to California, I packed enough food, water, and supplies to last me a few months. The next morning I was surprised to see that not many others from my town were seeking gold, I knew it was unsafe for me to travel alone, but I was sure I’d meet others along the way.

During the summer of 7th grade my mom and I went on a trip to san Francisco that showed me how real untreated mental health issues, homelessness, and drugs are. I always knew that bad communities existed and they’re not safe but I never knew what they really looked like. That was until my mom and I accidentally walked through the tenderloin. The Tenderloin is one of the most infamous parts of San Francisco. The whole city of San Francisco is a crazy and beautiful place that I learned how many people suffer from drugs, crime, poverty and homelessness.

Jon and his friend were with their families on a trip to Salt Lake City. They were starting in Salt Lake City, but were going to go south all over Utah. As their families went through Salt Lake City, they were going to visit Great Salt Lake.

I was born on April 24, 1994, in Los Angeles, California to Patricia Andrade and Francisco Javier Garcia. My father was an immigrant from Mexico, and mother was Mexican-American born in South Los Angeles. I was the first born in my family. I grew up in the small city of Walnut Park. Walnut Park is located near South Gate and Huntington Park. The demographics of the city were and still are predominantly Hispanic/Latino. Many of the residents were newly emigrated from various parts of Latin American, mainly from Mexico. I was brought up Catholic, which was the dominate religion in the area. I was brought up talking English and Spanish. I grew up in an environment that was rich in Mexican heritage but lacked diversity.

Although you probably never heard of him, he did have that moment. A moment of fame, of possibilities, so I’ll change his name to protect him. I’ll change his name and cloud his identity to protect him, though, the only protection he really needs is from himself... especially the words that vomit from his mouth.

Over break my sisters and I went to Santa Cruz. We had rented a small house by the beach and spent much of our time just hanging out together watching movies on the couch. Every night we would turn on the electric fire. There was only one bedroom and the couch turned into a bed so I went and laid down by the fire, my water glass in hand. It was cold outside and the fire was just the right temperature. I laid there with a pillow, my back to the fire as I read a book on kindle and listened to music. After a while the heat from the fire become a bit stifling. I stayed there anyways because I was too tired to get up. Instead of moving away I decided to just have some of my water. It was after I had ended up drinking the whole glass that a perfect

For seventeen years of my life, San Fernando is all I have ever known. I have grown familiar with the faces I see on my walk to school and regular trips to the supermarket. The Hispanic culture is represented well in my city through the beautifully painted murals spread across the streets and the small stands that sit on the sidewalk distributing staple Mexican treats. Living in the same town my whole life makes me crave change and diversity. I know Brown will be the step I need to seize to quench my curiosity of what the rest of the world has to offer.

Milpitas, California, has been called the armpit of the Bay Area. I agree whole-heartedly, not because of the nearby landfill that establishes our scent, but in how a small city could ventilate ideas warmly.

I am a girl who loves variety in everything. I love Indian food, spicy that burns my tongue, Mexican food that makes me want more and more and Chinese food that brings me comfort. I love shopping for cute clothes and warm clothes and shoes with heels and shoes with soles. San Jose gives me this variety and I am happy for it. I love the beach with its nippy wind and the sand beneath my toes. The summers that seem hot to me, but are nothing compared to other cities. I love the snow, but not enough to shovel it every day, that's why I love San Jose. I do not like wearing rain boots and coats that weigh me down so San Jose accommodates me. It's weather is barely ever wet and the temperatures never go down low. I've never really experienced any

My foot steps out of the sedan onto the cold gray sidewalks of the San Francisco wharf. Even inside the car the distinctive salty scent of the sea overcame me. As I step out of the car, the sea breeze blows frigid air, stinging my neck. Despite the cold, I roll up my sleeves and face the gusts. Looking ahead, I glimpse at the Victorian-era lampposts tinting the night sky with fluorescent bulbs.

I live in San Diego. My major is interior design and I am attending San Diego Miramar College I also have some courses in Mesa College. I am taking Political Science 102 to fulfill my general education. Moreover, I am married and have two children and English is my second language so I am nervous about understanding the material of this course, but I try to do my best. I have never protested or have attended any protests. To create a sign defending I would like to say “peaceful life for

After exiting the taxi, decided to go to his favorite restaurant in New York city, he then started walking down the sidewalk toward it, while he was walking head his phone ring and took his phone out of his pocket and answered it "Oh hey man what's up...yeah I'm here now..." he continues to talk to his friend as he arrived in front of the diner and stopped "Look I am about to get something to eat..." he stopped speaking when he noticed a guy in a black and red suit laying in the middle of the street he then continues to talk to his friend as he watched the stance man "It's really nothing...well there is a guy laying in the middle of the street in a black and red suit...What are you gonna expect, It's New York, hasn't changed a bit since the

First I went to Westside freshman school. It was at Morton. I'm from the southward but wanted to go to high school with a different crowd of people so I went to Westside. Which is the westward. But I didn't like it there, I wanted to be around upperclassmen,and it was only freshmen there. So I transferred to Shabazz. That's the southward ,where I'm from. Got there and started being around the people I grew up with and got into a lot of shit so I got expelled. My sophomore year I went back to Westside, but I went to what we call the Big Westside, it's supposed to be sophomores and up, but that year they changed it and made two different Westside High school, so both had freshman in it. There I got into alot of shit because I'm crip,so they