Personal Narrative As Environmental Justice

It has also brought me closer together with my family and friends through support, kindness, and conversation. Being in the outdoors and participating in hiking has also molded my character. It has taught me to be focused, driven, and dedicated; not just during a hike, but during anytime in life that I may be pursuing a dream or goal. I feel very blessed to have grown up in a family who has created many pleasant memories in the wilderness. Hiking is a lifestyle for me now and it’s taught me so many important life lessons without me even noticing. I’m glad I’ve had so many wonderful experiences in nature and I know that I will continue this tradition with my father for many years to come, because there’s still many more miles to go and more adventures to chase

Hiking through Rocky Mountain National Park the beauty was overwhelming, the next day our team was serving in downtown Denver in a Street reach meal service to people suffering from homelessness. The beauty of the mountains was overwhelming but then we surrounded by this vast issue of homelessness. Both of these moving experiences, along with many other moments during the week, that made this trip personally impactful and helped me to see the world in a more vivid light.

Growing up in a small town in Iowa I was unaware of the many situations involving hardship or misfortune that were around me. Therefore, it was not till college when I received the opportunity to work for a reentry program called the Transformative Justice Initiative that I became aware of the multiple factors lead to incarceration, drug use, homelessness, and other areas of hardship. The longer I was involved with the program the more I learned how mental health is convoluted in all of these situations and in all populations. Consequently, my experiences with the Transformative Justice Initiative helped me develop my future aspirations as a professional, which include a desire to work with individuals that have mental illness.

The other day, I tried to share an article, on a social justice issue, with my close friend [white, cisgendered female], but before I could start reading, she responded with “Ugh, don’t read that. I’m not in the mood for anything depressing,” all the while rolling her eyes.

For a reason I don’t understand, teenagers will often call their peers “Social Justice Warriors” as an insult. As if being proactive about the world around us is a negative thing that should be squashed through insecurity. I am someone who has often been called a social justice warrior. But despite how those who say it would want me to feel, it actually makes me happy. It makes me happy because it means that even if they don’t want to hear or think about how the world treats people and things that don’t fit in with the norm, they know that that’s what I am fighting. To Lewis & Clark I would bring this peaceful fury. There have been times over the years when I have stopped myself from speaking up for things, but I got tired of that pretty quickly.

The creek is a place were I can release all of my problems with the world. I can sit down and really think. Not having to worry about the time or if I am getting all of my assignments done. The creek is my place for thinking and quietness.

Privilege breaks down into many subtitles, there is family privileges, social privileges, individual privilege etc. I considered myself being so privilege with my family, they had sacrificed so much for me to be where I am today. As the unique child of a single mom I can not regret anything about my childhood or my adolescence life inside my home. But there is a contrast there with the social privileges, as immigrant I can said that my social privileges in this country are not the same that I would have in my homeland. There I was judge by my work not by who I am. I considered not being myself not being privilege in this country. There is people who had been through worst experience than the ones that I had. But If I'm going to talk personally

The missions trip to Chicago taught me a lot, both about considering others’ opinions and working toward a common goal. The trip was definitely a point in my life where I can look back and see how I changed and improved my way of

my interpretation of sustainability because I believe that sustainability is about inclusivity, fair distribution and maintaining cultural, economic and environmental well being. Like the textbook definition of sustainability states I believe thsat when thinking in terms of sustainability we must consider the needs of future generation in addition to our current needs. This way we can ensure that our resources, information, and current systems can be maintained for years to come while adapting to the changing world around us.

Our field experience, canoeing/rafting in Indiana was fun and stress relieving. Overall I don’t think it changed me as a person or had any kind of impact on me, but it was genuinely pleasurable. I liked appreciating nature with friendly people. My favorite part was seeing a bald eagle in the wild for the first time. What stuck with me was the story about the little boy who went on a rafting trip. It was a depressing and shocking story but it was the kind of story that I will never forget. I think this is so important because we learned about essential safety is while enduring in outdoor

I’ve been arguing and challenging the status quo since even before birth. In the early winter of 1999 my mother had received word from her doctor that something wasn’t right with her pregnancy. She had been getting more and more ill over the previous weeks, and the outlook wasn’t good. Why was she getting sick? Well, because of one key factor: Me. I wanted to come out early, to see the world and harness it’s power and I was absolutely ready, even though I actually wasn’t. The doctors had to make the decision to either let me stay and risk letting my mother die along with me or take me out immediately. The problem resided with the fact that my designated birthday was still months away. A healthy baby stays in the mother’s womb for roughly 40

Have you ever had a thought in your mind where it comes out of nowhere and hits you like a freight train? An idea so amazing that you’d stop at nothing to make it happen. A couple weeks ago we started a group project in English class called “Social Monsters”. Each group had to choose a “monster” that plagued the world today from a disturbing alphabet video. My group, me, Harvey and Ben, choose world hunger as our monster.

I didn’t really know him very well but he was still my dad. I feel like I should feel bad for him or be crying but I’m not, not at all. He was killed at about midnight. The murder stole some important papers about my mom. I never knew her and my dad never talked about her, she died in a car accident when I was still very young. That was why I wanted those papers back. My dad never showed me any pictures but I knew that all kinds of things where on those papers. The police figured that my dad startled the thief and as a result my dad was now dead. Now I’m moved into my aunt’s house until they can find another place for me. I’m not alone though, my maid got to come with me. It is a relief to have something of my old life with me. I have a feeling

The lowest I was able to get the global hectors was 5.2 and the lowest amount of planets needed was 2.9. I did this by changing my answers to eating no animal products, no packaged foods and buying all produce locally. I also changed it to a green residence using all 100% renewable sources. For the transportation, I changed it to no motor vehicle travel at all. Furthermore, I changed the buying of clothes, sporting goods, home goods, electronics, and appliances to none. Finally, the last answer I changed was the amount of recycling to recycle all paper and plastic. It did not drop to one earth because, sources are still need to grow produce and build shelter. Additionally, recycling plastic and paper is helpful but garbage is still produced.

Venturing through the waves of Daytona’s beaches with my uncle taught me to be fearless, and keep a steady head. The trip to Pennsylvania taught me two things, firstly that people in cities have an entirely different style of living, and secondly I learned that I had a whole other family in Pennsylvania that I wasn’t aware of, aunts, cousins, and a grandma that loved me like I had always lived there. The trips to St. Augustine helped me see that my grandparents were very interesting individuals, and that my cousins and I had more in common than I thought. The trips to Gatlinburg helped me form a relationship with my grandparents on my mom’s side that continues to expand and flourish far beyond what I expected. In the end, I am grateful for the experiences I have had with my family, as I believe not only have they allowed me to learn more about myself and my family, they are the basis for my closeness with