Personal Narrative: Growing Up In Caddo Mills

On Thursday 12/01/16 at 2236 hours I was dispatched to Terminal Park Elementary School located at 1101 D ST SE because four juveniles had knocked over a donation bin and were throwing rocks at the school (reference AP160088033). Dispatch advised it was possibly related to two other malicious mischief calls that had just previously occurred in the nearby area.

Growing up in Chicago, I attended a neighborhood school from preschool through first grade. Although it was an exceptional school for elementary kids, the education for middle school and high school students was not as adequate. Seeking a better place to raise their children, my parents were faced with a tough choice. When I was in 2nd grade, our family made the decision to move to the suburbs. On July 3rd, we all packed into our Honda minivan and drove 45 minutes to a new home in the town of Winnetka. Within my first year at Crow Island, my new school, I learned so many new things. I started playing the violin and speaking Spanish, neither of which were offered at my old school. I met my best friends that I'm still close with now. Over the

Green, black and white, the colors we represented from kindergarten on. The pride we had for Southlake Carroll was indescribable. Our Friday nights consisted of the lights of the stadium and families who eat, sleep and breathe “The Tradition”. We were raised to become the Dragons or in my case the endless hours of training to become an Emerald Belle wasn’t an option, it was a lifestyle. Although Southlake is known for great academics the favoritism was very noticeable. I was spoiled with the leniency of the teachers who felt sympathy for my fourteen hour days. I got free passes and green lights, not gonna lie, it was pretty great. When I got hurt and my training to become the highly idolized Emerald Belle came to an end, so did the free passes.

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.

I moved to Crawford my 7th grade year. I attended Crawford Middle School that year. That year went by exceptionally well, but the next year the school closed for 7th and 8th graders, so I had to join Hotchkiss Middle School. I found the Hotchkiss kids very welcoming, and friendly. I instantly became friends with almost all of them. There was just something so welcoming about that school from the friendly teachers who all cared very deeply about each individual student. The happy and friendly attitude wasn’t just at the school, it seemed everyone everywhere was just so happy to be in a beautiful place. Hotchkiss has always been a home for me from that day on because of the welcoming attitudes.

Today, we reached The Dalles. Nate told us we have two choices. Either we can float down the river, or we can go around Mt. Hood. We talked it over, and almost everyone agrees we should go around. I'm certain everybody remembers Ezekiel and the river, and none of us want to go through that again. So we start on Barlow Road, which will take us around the mountain, tomorrow. Things aren't getting much better here. We are all so tired. I think that once we get to Oregon, I will just sleep through winter.

I grew(verb) up in a community called Tradesville(noun) located in Lancaster South Carolina. When ever your in Tadesville you know you are home once have you seen the green(adjective)grass near the tabernacle church and(conjunction) the old 1920's looking house near the church. One thing I(pronoun) remember growing up in Tradesville was in the spring time you could smell the freshly(adverb) cut pasture next to my house and the pallin blowing around in the spring air. When I was a little boy during the summer or early spring I would often play under the shade tree in the back yard. I remember it like it was yesterday. My favorite place to play was also in the front yard digging with my dad's shovel and smelling the

It wasn't until I was an adult that my appreciation for Fred Rodgers was established. I imagine it's the same with most of us. As a child, Mr. Rodgers Neighborhood wasn't my favorite show. It was just something to watch on a warm sunny summer afternoon.

The summer of 2013, my family and I drove 3 hours from Cypress, Texas to Boerne. This was a very big move for us because we had no family close to us. The town was much smaller, and so was the school district. There was actually a “main street” and town square. We had to drive 20 minutes to get to HEB instead of 3. My dad could walk down the sidewalk to his office instead of driving an hour into Houston. So many things were extremely different from what we were used to. Everything had changed for us, but in the end, it was the best move ever. Here, I have found my closest friends, favorite sports, and many more things. This was a very hard decision for me and my family, but it was one of the best we would ever

I grew up in Greenville South Carolina. Growing up in the south, I was always around people who are more traditional in viewpoints, especially when surrounding the Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transsexual/Transgender, Questioning, and more community. I went to a high school where no one hesitated to throw around extremely derogatory terms. I had friends who had expressed their feelings of not fitting into their biological sex, I felt bad for them because they lived in fear of people finding out and what their reactions might be. They constantly feared for their safety.

Inglewood, CA is the city that helped shape me into the young man that I am today. Through everyday life I was surrounded by examples whether they were bad or good, but I feel they shaped me for the better. Although growing up I was not as privileged as others I learned how valuable love and loyalty really is. I did not always have all of the “wants” but I had everything that I needed to grow. There was a choice in every situation growing up and there was also consequences for each action. I learned at an early age that wrong choices can have tremendous and detrimental consequences ranging from jail or an early funeral. Luckily I have family that loved me enough to help me stay away from these horrid actions. Knowing that life can be cut short at any moment has helped me take advantage of the time I have and

When I was in the second grade my family moved from Plano, Texas to Jonesboro. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. I hated Jonesboro, and I missed my home and my friends and my grandparents.

I grew up in the town of Mchenry, and I would not give that up for the world. To adults, people in Mchenry are all rude, and it's a terrible place to live. For children, it doesn’t matter where they are; they identify everything as their playground. I didn’t where I lived; I surrounded myself with people who made my life exciting. I cared about the friends I made as a child in that neighborhood, and nothing else. I met wonderful people throughout my life in this little town; I would not have rather grown up in any other place.

Although I greatly respect the hard work the teachers and school administrators put into their jobs, the school system I went to was a toxic environment due to a large portion of them. When the students were factored in I can fully

The Dorchester District 2 officials have taken away our freedom to choose classes we think would best fit our career choice. They have taken away our rights to electives that will better our knowledge for our career and instead, inclined the students of Dorchester 2 County classes that do not help them with their future careers. They have blocked forms of communication between teachers to establish that students are not prone to three or more test a day. They have refused to provide enough financial support for staff and teachers in the schools that can support their family. The technology used within the classroom is battered and mature, the computers leisurely take their time to turn on and never the task given by the user to the best of their ability. The Education Officials have provided a cruel commencement and end time for the students. During the case of horrific weather, when schools are forced to shut down, officials administer days built into the school calendar. And Finally, schools within Dorchester 2 county schools do have a dress code they do not enforce the rules and regulations of their dress code.