Personal Narrative: A Summer Of 1974

Driving a car is not always what most teenagers think it is. Most beginning drivers drive uncontrollably because they think as if they are race car drivers. When I thought I was a race car driver, I drove without thinking, which cost me a trip in the ditch. You never realize how frightening a car wreck is until you experience one.

I hope your Tuesday afternoon is going terrific. I am Miten Bhadania and I would like to formally introduce myself as your colleague working in the Tech department as Developer.

I am not from San Antonio. I am not from Texas. I’m from California. Where no one twangs, or drawls, or even says hi to the stranger standing in line at the grocery store. Texas, half way across the U.S and what seems like a whole other country compared to California. It is a completely different place that I could have ever imagined living and calling home. I came to Texas to find myself. I didn’t know that when I came here, but it is what ended up happening.

It started as typical Tuesday with a couple of court hearings, maybe an arrest, but nothing to exciting. That all changed at dawn.

this, this was just the means to an end, nothing more. The dark grey clouds hung

I first worked for Summer at Saints last year, as a volunteer unsure of what this experience would entail. Between the first drop-off and the final pick-up, I was quickly impressed, and to some extent intimidated, by its ability to transform. The timid became unafraid, the wild became calm and the rancorous became kind. The experiences of being a volunteer, and seeing these children mature, even in the smallest ways, has been the most rewarding experience at Summer at Saints.

Throughout my short life in Southern California, I have encountered a multitude of different natural disasters, strange weather patterns and a shift in climate. There have been three distinct phases of my life in which the occurrence of all of these can be found.

During summer break in august I went there with my grandma.some people might get a plane vasue the trip is so long but for us we drove down.It took us 3 to 4 days to finally get to where we needed to be going.It takes along time to get there only cause from driving so long you will need to rest so we went to a hotel every night and then we got something to eat for breakfast and dinner.

Hot summer day in southern California I was born at 1:17p.m. on August 13, 1996 in San Diego. My father was a marine and my mom was a stay at home mom like most of the wife’s of marines. I have three older sisters and one older brother and two younger brothers my older siblings are my half-sisters and brother. My two younger brothers both have a disability Carlos (Ricky) was born in Patterson, New Jersey he was immediately rushed into surgery because he has a heart condition when they had to cut him open and preform open heart surgery. My other little brother Gabriel Jr (Gabe) was diagnosed with autism when he was two or three he still has yet to talk to this day. My little brothers are a big part of my life I love them so much. If I lost one

Week one has passed by quickly! I think this week was very successful and I can say that I have learned many new things. This week has been an experience for me learning things about the business world. I am not a business major so I was not expecting to take these classes. I was assigned them, but have found them very beneficial. As I read through the first couple of chapters I read things I had heard before. This was a good thing that I could put the information with the terms I had heard previously.

It was a hot summer day in Arizona me and my cousin were outside playing football when his dog Jack managed to open the backyard gate and get out.When we noticed we ask everyone in the house if they had seen him everyone in the house gave us the same depressing answer we were afraid of they said no so the first thing we did was open the front gate and take off using our feet and try to catch Jack.The first place we saw jack was in between a street called E.Jefferson as soon as my cousin saw him he bolted to try to catch him but he got cut off by the passing traffic jack also bolted and ran into the alley we used the fact that jack was in the alley to our advantage we ran him into a corner and trapped him,but jack was quicker and ran right through

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).

I remember the first time I truly heard music. It was during the spring break of my freshman year. My friend had invited me to accompany she and her dad to Texas for the weekend and, surprisingly, my mom let me go. I knew the ride was going to be long and boring; this was confirmed when after only thirty minutes my friend fell asleep and I was left alone with my thoughts. I figured I should join in on her slumber and decided that music would help me fall asleep. I clicked on my usual Pandora station expecting to hear songs that the app frequently shuffles through, but instead I was pleasantly surprised to hear a new song by an unfamiliar band.

The sixth period bell had just rung. I started to walk out the door to go to seventh period and just realized that it was raining. I had a couple of choices once I got to my seventh period class.

It Was a calm day in Mid-July, Although very hot outside, everyone at my house was cool. I had some friends over the night before, and we were all very tired from last night, there was Jeric, a tall, African-American, Teenager, Aaron, a short, white, teenager, and Jacques who was a tall, strong African-American Adult. We were all so exhausted from the previous night, and so were the girls that had joined us somewhere over the course of last night. It was all well and good until I received a phone call from my mother saying that she would be home in two whole hours.