Personal Narrative: I Am Local

Where I come from it's taking pride in your yard, knowing every single one of your neighbors, and leaving doors unlocked because there isn’t a thing to worry about. I find comfort in that small town feel, and I am more than proud to be from good ol’ Warrenton, Indiana. Here, we are just a wee bit shy of being big enough to be on a map, but we have a name and we have town lines. Within those lines nearly two hundred people have found a home, and thanks to Mr.Dave Gruible our community is steadily flourishing. There are now three subdivisions on the rise in addition to the church, salon, family restaurant, and campgrounds that nestled into the area years ago.

On 06/04/16 at 6:25pm, I was dispatched to 190 Dana Ave on dog at large, possible owner known. I arrived at the house, I saw three Chihuahua loose in the front yard. Dog owner Roland Erhardt was sitting on the front porch. I spoke to Mr. Erhardt in regards to his dogs being loose. Mr. Erhardt admitted that his dogs were running loose around the neighbor. I advised Mr. Erhardt that his dogs will have to stay confined in the general area of his home. Mr. Erhardt become belligerent and started to use vaguer language. I asked Mr. Erhardt if he had a state issued identification. Mr. Erhardt stated he did not. I asked for Mr. Erhardt personal information. Mr. Erhardt complied. I requested that Columbus Police Department be contact to verified

Life is like a puzzle. Everyone wants to find their place and feel like they are “at home.” Sometimes that can be a bit challenging if someone is different. In “Where Are You From” , the author deals with going “back home” to South Korea and finding out that because she was in America for so long, she no longer fits in or has a place(Park 357). I can relate. My parents are not together and because I live with my mom, it was my duty to visit my father during Christmases and summers. I learned that even among family, it is possible to feel like the odd one out.

In metropolitan urban communities, plagued with economic hardships, social injustice, and violence, rising out of those communities is glorified as the greatest achievement one could earn. In fact, most of my family members and peers congratulated me for being accepted into UNC-Chapel Hill with phrases like, “you made it” and “it’s over.” But, I knew different. I was well aware that attending UNC-Chapel Hill, the first public and most prestigious university in NC would be substantially different than the conditions of my hometown. No longer was I around the likes of my melanin, socioeconomic status, or cultural background, and adjustment proved to be difficult. During my first year a UNC, I endured social isolation, homesickness, academic hardship,

It was my first year in Smithsburg High School, and I was surrounded by my friends I knew in middle school. Everything was going great with football games, the pep rally, and my friends. Then, Christmas came and I got a present that I wish was never under the tree--“We’re moving to Columbia, Maryland at the end of January” (for my mom's new job). I am not going to lie, I cried. I did not want to move from my comfort zone of rural Smithsburg to the urban-city of Columbia. However, the time came when I had to say goodbye to my friends and start a new life. After we moved into our new apartment, I started the rest of my freshman year at Long Reach High School.

I find myself influence by a variety of different social locations. When growing up what influence me the most was my ethnicity. Being a Hispanic and having to learn two languages was a barrier for me at such a young age. At home were my parents saw it as rude for my siblings and I to speak English around them, made it hard to practice. At times I would often go back and forth between the two languages. This cause me to have to take special classes in order to catch up with the other student in my grade level. Some other students unlike myself were quick to learn two language and differentiate between them. Today, I can look back and be grateful for going through that struggle since I am now a bilingual and know both languages

I look around and I see an astonishing mansion. We were in one of his many living rooms, and this one had dark grey walls, brown recliners that look fresh out of the store. On the walls there were Four ultra HD TVs that covered the whole wall. This was the greatest man cave I have ever been in. The games that were on were the Clippers playing the Timberwolves, the Heat playing the Pacers and the Lakers playing the Celtics. The last game was on commercial break.

Where I’m From I am from Guatemala city born in a hospital near a bus station I’m from being given up for a better education I’m from orphanages to hospitals being diagnosed with viral meningitis I'm from being pretty scared when i first got bronchitis I’m from Staten island to Hazlet and all the friends i’ve made I’m from oranges to mangos Making lemonade I’m from pancakes and bacon sitting on a tray I’m from Kmart to Walmart browsing beats by dre I’m from crazy laboratories to science fairs and baking soda volcanos I’m from Call of Duty to Undertale and self sustaining tornados I’m from puns to riddles and making people cringe I’m from Engineer to Mechanic Fixing my door hinge

I’ve been at Chapman for the past year, and the day I stepped on campus was the day I knew my calling to inflict change. My first objective upon arriving was to join a Democratic club, or if there wasn’t a Democratic club on campus, I would strive to establish one. Being that Orange County is such a conservative district when it comes to local politics, I was afraid that politically I would be a blue fish, in a red sea of sharks. After finding the club, I volunteered to be on the executive board my first time joining. After a semester I was elected President of the Chapman Democrats. I am most proud of this accomplishment because I told many before actually holding the president position, that I was going to establish a safe space for others

It is the one thing many cannot help themselves to refrain from asking. It is a question that I have received so many times in my lifetime, but never quite had a precise answer. I was born in Libya, but my family was forced into exile for political reasons soon after to Jordan. I grew up to the same questions of where I am from and what brought me here, while I was still figuring it out myself. The concept of “home” came up a lot, and while everyone else was sure of theirs, I was amid two.

I woke up with a start. Sweat was pouring down my forehead, and I was panting hard. After I calmed slightly, I raised my head. It was rather dark, only a small torch to light the room. I stood from the small bed of straw strew across the ground. I walked over the the small torch, and pulled it from its small resting place. I searched the room a bit more. Finding nothing of importance to me, I decided to leave and explore the rest of the area. I walked through the door, and ended up in a long corridor. I decided to go right consider you could see the wall that brings the left path to its end.

On 04/06/17, at 5:46pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched to 1840 Roberts St on a dog at large, patrol only. I arrived in the area and proceeded to drive around, as I was turning north in an alley from Roberts St, I heard a dog barking from the east of Roberts St. I saw a brown/white pit bull loose near 1840 Roberts St. I took a picture of the dog loose. I advised Franklin County Animal Care and Control (FCACC) Dispatcher B. Grotsky to contact the dog owner that lives at that location. I had previously captured the dog on 10/06/16. The dog ran on the front poach of the above location. I exited my vehicle and knocked on the door. I received no answers. I utilized my snare pole to gain control of the dog. I placed the dog in

On 04/02/17, at 12:08pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched to 2453 Lexington Ave on an injury-possible dangerous or vicious dog, owner known. I arrived at the location and spoke to Cherri Mitchell mother of victim Jordan Mitchell. On 04/01/17 at approximately 8:50pm, Jordan Mitchell came home and told him his mother that he was bit by a dog at his friend’s house. Ms. Mitchell stated she went to the house to talk to dog owner but no adult was home at the time of the incident only a minor. I asked Jordan Mitchell what happened, he stated he was hanging at his friend’s house, when the dog jumped on him. He tried to run away but the dog gave chase. During this time the minor that resides at 1197 Loretta Ave did not make any attempt

During my time outside, I experienced temperature changing from reasonable during the day at about five p.m., to bone chilling during the hours of six to seven p.m. During the whole entire time outside, I felt wind run across my face and through my hair. I noticed the temperature start to transition from warm to cold as the sun began to set. To my dismay, I became cold at an alarming rate. However, at a certain temperature I didn’t notice a further drop in temperature. Sadly, the wind seemed to pick up and enhance the cold temperature hitting me. I soon made my trek back to my home.

Coming from a small community is either a burden sometime, or it is occasionally the best that can ever happen in your life. If a person comes from a small town, it feels as if people are always in others peoples business, but it could be the most comfortable feeling when a person’s community is there to back them up. I come from a town of around two thousand people. Unfortunately, my town has endured tremendous and multiple tragedies. My little town has survived the deaths of class mates, officers, coaches, and well known community members. All of these deaths were unexpected and rocked everyone in the community. It felt like every time and accident happened the community knew that the school would be hit the hardest. I can’t count