Personal Narrative: Going To Hood And My Aunt

One thing that does not interest me anymore is going outside. I used to always love going outside but not anymore that is like the top uninterested thing i'm into rite now. When i was a kid i loved going outside, after i got older i only go outside on the daily-bases now that i'm more mature.When i get in trouble my parents make me go outside for my punishment. Outside is just not interested to me

Hood college is different from many other colleges is because the teachers care about the success of their student, many high schools in this country don’t love and support their students. Many teachers at hood have helped me through the process. Being a liberal arts school, Hood take it education seriously. Many who come to Hood have come out a better student and person in generally. I know this because I have a relative at Hood college right now. After he graduated high he went to a Towson where he struggle to succeed and his academic career at Towson was over before then he wishes. He didn’t know what to do and he decide that he try hood college. This could have been one of the best scenarios for him. My beliefs taught order and ownership for his work

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.

I witnessed my cousins boyfriend corpse lying on my neighbors lawn. It was a humid summer night around 3:30 when I peeked through my window and saw my devastated cousin sobbing uncontrollably on my decaying porch. Being from East chicago, Indiana has transformed me into the person I am today.

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

I keep running from one to another. The rooms are big with white walls and ceilings. Here and there bright colors decorate the walls. Small groups of people converse over their opinions. Children reach out to touch and their mothers pull them in, smacking their hands and telling them no. I stop and spin around, trying to absorb everything around me. Then I stop and stare.

All I could fit in my only small bag was a few clothes and a toothbrush and all my parents

Around two or three years ago my family and I had to move houses. Moving was sudden and we didn't know it was going to happen. This made moving out and into the other house a lot harder. Since we were moving so fast somethings we just decided to leave behind with the person that was still living there. We got most things with us but one thing that we did leave back in the old place was our living room tv. Since we had just moved and my family isn't rich my mom said we couldn't go get a new one for some time. This sucked because I used the tv a lot for watching show, movies, and playing games just like the rest of my family did. Having a tv wasn't something we needed at all but it was always something to do when you were bored and there was no other things to do. Another big thing was my grandma had just gotten us a new playstation 3 and now we weren't able to used it at all because there was no television. Not having a tv was bummer for me and I thought it was a huge problem when it really wasn’t.

On a day in which the sun was shining like a new fluorescent light bulb, I sat on a heated metal bench that was located in front of a large, stone fountain where a brace of ducks lingered, and I began to read Chasing Brooklyn.

As of now I must have my parents turning in their graves with what I am doing now. I stood in a boxing ring in a room full of men that looked at me like I was their prey, the person they would feast on. Hungry looks cover the faces of the paunchy men. I was hired to dance for the men in an outfit that left nothing to the imagination; I was practically naked. Money was money and I really need the cash they are offering. But the fact that a good amount of cash would be coming my way, I was fearful of what would happen after I was done dancing. Black boys stood in front of the ring. Some with uncomfortable faces, others with the same expressions as the white men in the room. Soon enough, someone clicked play on a stereo and I began to dance.

I felt the bumping and heard the bus frame squeal quietly as we were on the journey to destination. We were in Detroit, Michigan for a mission trip. It was a new place full of new things for me to experience. And the most eye-opening experience for me was when we helped a neighborhood clean out a disastrous and neglected alley.

I received some negativity at a charity event I helped host regarding my clothes, basically one of the hosts friends decides while I’m speaking to a guest that it would be a good time to tell me she would like to give me a free styling session in her store.As the tense conversation continues, party host Rose approaches me and says, “I was insulted, too. She said to me that she didn’t like my style.”Aggravated, I tell Rose that she, “should probably check her friends, that when they come to your party they shouldn’t go insulting your guests. It’s rude.”Although, I was annoyed I didn’t let it get the best of me, my job was to get a new younger crowed involved.

When I was ten and I lived in Mesquite my mom asked me if I wanted to run five miles in Dallas, and I said "sure it sounds fun". The next morning I got up at eight o'clock and my mom said it was at eleven so we left at ten. If you watch the Dallas news and saw the big letters in the courtyard, that’s where it started. There was a total of 532 people at the place I can remember because everyone got a paper wristband and a number was put in on a computer for every person and it showed up on a big screen.It was around ten forty five at the time.When it turned eleven an anouncer said to start. The entire walk was five miles it was 2.5 to the end and back. My mom pushed my little brother for most of it he got out at the half way point.When we got

It was 9o degrees in California as my mother was driving  me to the airport, I felt a wave of cold air. Then i saw a boy in the backseat of my moms car. I jumped, He looked about my age with blonde hair, blue eyes, tan skin, a plaid jacket, and the most beautiful smile you could ever see. I turned my head for a second and he was GONE.I didn’t know what it was so I tried to put it out of my head. My mom was asking me what's wrong and I said nothing because I knew if I told her she would freak out and ask me a whole bunch of questions. I got out of the car and went into the airport I saw a whole bunch of people. But they looked weird they had blood dripping out of their eyes and their clothes were ripped. I couldn't believe

The children were listening to the Alligator Alphabet book and were introduced to the letters and their sounds.