Personal Narrative: East Chicago

grew up in Chicago, Illinois, a beautiful city surrounded by violence and controversy by the media. I found things more simple when I was kid growing up here, there wasn't much to worry about but as I got older things became more complex here. The sounds of the " L "' or as you know it as, The Train, and the roaring sounds of cars passing by my house made me feel alive while growing up and as a matter of fact still does. You could wake up in the morning and see the vibrant blue skies being pierced by the skyscrapers and see other kids playing ball or riding their bikes. When it was summer time I would play ins sprinklers or go downtown and play in the fountains with my family. Of course, like most big cities I had to watch my back while growing up because you never knew what somebody was up to. It's weird really growing up here because you never know what's going to happen next , wether it's a good thing or a bad thing. All I can really say about growing up in Chicago is that if I had the chance to redo it, I'd do if a million times.

When people ask me where I am from and I say Cleveland, they often react as if I had said “vanilla.” But if I say Believeland, they perk up and typically want to hear more.

Growing up in the Chicago area was a great experience for me, I was always a good kid but I had always struggled in school. The reason that I had a hard time in school was that I had A.D.D which was the cause of my distraction. Entering Pritzker College Prep was a different experience for me because I was overwhelmed, the reason as to why I felt overwhelmed was because of the amount of homework we got. I ended up spending nights where I would do my homework and wouldn’t get a sufficient amount of sleep and would also cause me to fall asleep in class. My grades started to drop which caused me to stop caring in school, so I also decided to just stop doing my homework and it caused a decrease in my grades.

Hello, reading over your discussion about growing up in Inglewood California brings to mind my African American co-worker who talks about living in Compton. She tells us often how growing up in that area you had to carry either a gun or a knife and be on guard whenever you go anywhere. She is a very dear friend of mine and she reminds me she is a changed person from the way she used to be. Her mother still lives in California but in a better neighborhood now but she is planning a trip to see her mother. My friend often tells me years ago she and I would have never gotten along because she had so much anger inside her. I am glad my friend did get out of that neighborhood alive and somehow found in her heart to not keep anger inside.

This experience has influenced my view of St. Louis stereotypes and residents. This was the first extended amount of time I had spent north of Delmar. As a freshman, I remember hearing, “don’t go north of Delmar” and “never cross the river”; however, this experience has changed my stereotypical view of St. Louis. When I arrived at Walbridge elementary school, I did not know what to expect. The streets were quiet and the neighborhood looked rundown, but I found the school seemed to be an escape from what was going on outside. The school was not only a safe haven for its students, but also their families, and I realized that Walbridge elementary school is so much more than a school. Walbridge

New York is a state where there are big lights and lots of people and busy streets. I live in Brooklyn, New York and I was born here and I have lived here all my life. Personally, where I live I can walk to go get groceries that I need and everything is in walking distance. I take the public subway or the bus to get to school and there are many public schools here in Brooklyn, New York. There are delis and corner stores almost around every block. Here in Brooklyn, it is very noisy and busy. I am so used to the noise that I can sleep soundly even with all the noise that surrounds my house. Personally, I think that if I were not born here or was not a New Yorker, I would plan to move here when I get older.

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.

On 1/16/17 at 0225 hours my partner, Officer Thebeau #8402, and I were working patrol assigned to unit 3A11. We responded to a radio call of “shots fired” in the area of 814 N. Garfield Ave. The comments of the call stated, a 19 year old female was shot in the hand.

Today my Hilarious Fiend Jasper and I will be leaving Dupree around 2:00. We will be traveling 2 hours 20 minutes and One Hundred Forty Five miles. To Rapid City South Dakota

There’s few similarities in everyone’s side of the story, incidentally, that is this taking place in the “ghetto” area of Cloverdale. It all began with Keisha, Jordyn, along with myself were walking. We were visiting our friends that happened to live in the area as well as those who lived close. Our friend, Kennedy, and we had just finished a conversation. Then we headed to another friend’s house when we realized it had gotten too dark, ultimately, that’s when perspectives changed.

I stayed there for a yr and I didn't like it, I wanted to go home after one week of me being

I have grown up in a pleasant neighborhood filled with color and culture. I explore my community and bask in the comfort offered by its members. It isn’t a perfect place like some other neighborhoods, but it has its ups and downs like any other. Edgewater, the name of my neighborhood, gives the youth a vast amount of freedom, but also the responsibility of being self aware with themselves and others. Edgewater has helped me create new, diverse friends which has helped form my personality and how I perform around people. This neighborhood is more like a family, considering I have been living here all of my life. I have seen this neighborhood change throughout the thirteen years I have lived here, each from different perspectives. Even as it

I grew up in North Philadelphia and growing up there has shaped me into the person I am today. I was always an out of the box kid, who randomly liked to break-dance and feed strays on the street due to my love for animals. I just wasn’t into boys like I was into Pokemon or Ninja Turtles. The boys didn’t like that, so that caused me to get beat up every day until my older cousins walked me to school. My friends and I witnessed things that we thought were normal until we were told otherwise. From watching people get locked up, seeing white stuff in small ziplocks, and to a shot coming through my window as I baked a cake. My friends gave me great memories from playing in the hydrate water, to summer camp, and to the block parties. Due to what

When deciding to look into Milwaukee I seen potential in the city that I could find useful to myself. Not only did I see Milwaukee as an opportunity to broaden my horizons, I also found it as a location that I can also give back to. When growing up I realized that my family was one that was not as fortunate as others. For such a long time I found myself viewing my misfortune as a negative, rather than using my misfortunes as positive energy to help myself and others around me who may be on a tough path in life. Over time I have developed a strong sense of caring for others and viewing each person that I approach as a capsule of harnessed potential that needs to be exposed.

Our community was like the one Timothy Egan described by saying, “Americans long have had gated communities,” because it was as if we were cutting of the black community from entering in with us. I feel that hindered my development as a child. I got no real experience of the outside world. There was no diversity in my life; it was like I was blind to all other things outside of the white middle class community. With that being said I still think my neighborhood helped me grow into a better man be engraving in my head good morals. Ever since I was a little kid the catholic laws or morals have been put into my head and have helped me become a better person. The people that drove these morals into my head were my friends and family. So that brings me to my second social force.