Personal Narrative: A Day At Oak Grove

I was raised in an affluent community in the North Suburbs of Chicago. My hometown Lake Forest is sometimes stereotyped for being full of “out of touch” and wealthy families. It may even be characterized as a “bubble” which surrounds us, protecting us from the harsh realities of issues that affect the urban Chicago communities like gun violence, gangs, and poor neighborhoods. Yes, we have beautiful homes that sit along the shores of Lake Michigan, a lovely community beach, and good schools; however, I would like the stereotype of Lake Forest being a suburban town that is not aware of surrounding community issues to change because I believe this is not deserved.

Well the week of our trip to Memphis Tennessee had finally arrived ! My colleagues Beverly,

It’s been a long day, so hopefully writing some things down will help to clear my mind. This morning we arrived at Epps plantation, I hoped it would be an improvement in comparison to the cruelty of Tibeats. However he proved to be even more inhumane, he provided us all with sack for the cotton picking season and told us about his principles of behaviour. If we don’t obey him, we will be beaten with many stripes. This thought of starting every day with fear makes me wonder what will happen with my dignity for all humanity.

Closer to the day that I was going to leave NAS Willow Grove I called my folks and told them when I was going to go home. My family was very happy that at last I was going to be with them, and Dad told me he was going to drive from West New York to the base, and pick me up to take me home. I was looking forward to seeing my parents once again. I had a lot of things I wanted to tell them, so many stories of my adventures of the past months. I was also looking forward to getting home and seeing what college I could go to now that I felt more confident about myself.

It was a good day to play baseball. Sun in the sky, cool breeze in the air. Nothing that could stop me from playing, or messing around. It was the Brentwood Pony All-Star game and I was fired up to play. Since I had the coolest Coach ever and my team just recently won the championship, my coach let us slack of a little bit just because, why not? It was about four o’clock in the afternoon and I was up on deck taking my practice swings, lefty! I was using a batting sleeve to weigh down the bat to make the illusion of it feeling lighter. But as I was watching on deck I realized something, the pitcher was throwing some serious heat. Even though I was experienced hitter, I was just a beginner lefty. I take a deep breath and walk to the plate, one of my teammates walks back to the dugout in deep despair as I go to the plate. As I start walking I hear my mom screaming my name and cheering for me as she always does, and I look back to see my sister laughing so I then let out a quiet giggle.

A plethora of Christmas tree lots are ready to sell a variety of tress for this upcoming holiday season.

I learned about Elms after I got a recruiting letter from Coach Matt Dyer saying he was interested in my running abilities. So I went home that night and looked up Elms; where it was located, the majors they offered and what life was like on campus. I was very satisfied with all the answers that I got, not only did the college have a beautiful location about an hour and a half away from my home town, it also had their own fireplace to sit around. Their students were very involved in the local communities and got placed in well fitting internships that led to future careers. I contacted Coach Matt, letting him know I was interested and that I wanted to learn more about campus life at Elms. So Matt suggested I come down for an upcoming open house,

Even through the 1950s, Kansas City and Chicago were very well connected major Midwestern cities. As an upper middle class college-aged man from Kansas looking to make it in the late 50s and achieve his own American Dream, Chicago was a natural place for me to move for college. In 1957, I was a college junior at Loyola University Chicago, a Jesuit university on the north side of Chicago. Surrounded every day by minorities and immigrant groups in Rogers Park, as well as living in a larger dense urban environment, it should come as no surprise that Loyola students were more social-justice oriented than many students in other parts of the United States (Loyola Chicago).

It was a normal weekend when my brother ,Seth, and I were riding our dirt bikes in the trails just by our neighborhood. My buddy Jacob found us on the trails and decided to ride with us so we let him lead. We started to follow him and we ended up in a trail that only he goes down into. He went so far ahead that we lost him and couldn’t hear his bike anymore. Seth said that he was turning around so I turned around with him and we started heading home. I remember not paying attention to anything but my brother. He started fading, just then when I thought he left without me, he turns on his lights. I checked my watch and it was 12:00 o’clock noon but it was pitch black. I turn on my lights and

Samantha Cielinski/More than happily I am excited that this weekend I have arrangements to just hang out around my house as well as to be with my family. I started my arrangements last night. Furthermore, last night my dad and I watched barrel racing in Little Falls. Extremely hungry dad and I decided that we should eat. Therefore, before we went to the arena we went to Sue’s Drive in for hamburgers with a dessert of ice cream. Having the most wonderful time, we were ready to be able to go to bed and sleep.

“Hey you want to drive”, my step-dad yelled over the loud engine of blue grizzly 4x4 quad I yelled “yes!!”, so as I got one the quad I put on my helmet and fased the strap on the same color helmet.

In 2014, I went on a mission trip to Little Rock, Arkansas. When I first got the bus, I felt so happy as blood started circulating through my legs because I had been sitting for TWENTY FIVE HOURS on the bus ride. As well, I had to escape the mixed scents of deodorant, perfume, and Doritos. The first activity we did after unpacking was go to the I-30 Speedway, which is a racing track. It was so amusing to see the cars drift past us, until chunks of mud would shoot up at our faces. It smelt like four gas stations were right near each other and the gas pipes leaked. However, it wasn’t the most incredible part. At the end of the racing, there was a firework and fire show. It lit up the starry night sky beautifully. Gasoline

It all started two weeks ago. I had just moved into a beautiful home. The owner of the home had sold it very cheap, I’d had wondered why, but didn’t care to ask .I was just glad I got such a great deal on such an amazing home. I was so excited that I bought a plaque with my name engraved on it. It reads “The Home of Matthew Jones,” it really wasn’t necessary but the amount of money that was left over after buying the house was incredible.

It was a gloomy, cold, and rainy day in the city of Maple Ridge. This was the average weather for the people who lived in this city. Every day everyone would get up at 8:00 AM and go to their assigned jobs which consisted of all types of jobs necessary for the city to prosper. The children would go to their assigned educators and everyone would stop their activities at 6:00 PM sharp to go home to their assigned families. When dinner was over, everyone in the city would be required to go to sleep at 8:00 PM This was an average schedule for the citizens and this routine was only broken for very rare important occasions, such as the upcoming event where all the 13 year old children would soon get jobs of their own. The day had come. All of the

I live in a town called Brentwood also known as the corn town with a population of 55,000 people. Within that town there are two great high schools who have the longest rivalry. We have the best sports and extra curricular activities. But all aside the rivalry we always come together if something is concerning our community. Such as the needs of fundraising for necessities that would benefit our community, efforts to make sure everyone belongs, and finally the security of our safety . This town is mainly family oriented everyone knows everyone. Brentwood is a very safe community with the lowest crime rate. Brentwood is a caring town that I appreciate so much I wouldnt want to change this town that has influenced me so greatly.