Personal Narrative: I Grew Up Here

You want to know what shaped/molded me as student. Wow, that's a funny qurstion! I believed I didn't know what made me who I am, but as I look back and forth, I realized, it was me. I am my own motivation. I don't look up to anyone, I just look forward to something. I am a believer, dreamer, achiever, and wonderer. As I look around me and see how my family and others of a different and same ethnicity living their whole life on a budget, barely making ends meet, I tell myself I will be better and become better. I will not let my surroundings select or change the way I am. When I was younger, I believed everything would just come and fall into my arms. I wanted to be all of the occupations I seen on TV. I planted in my head that I would be a

In Lewistown, you know the waitresses at all the family owned restaurants, the pastors at all the churches, the bus drivers, and odds are your history teacher is also the basketball coach and the athletic director. My graduating class consists of children of the community farmers which grew up with my parents and my parents' parents. These children will graduate and take over the family farm and continue the generation chain. So many of the experiences I am privileged to have received or be a part of, are because of my little town. One particular example is the flood of 2013. The farmers who lived down in the river bottoms were rushing to find people to assist in sand bagging so they could save their house from the flood. The community all came together and hurried to aid these families in any way they could. People spent countless hours filling and carrying hundreds of sand bags. In a community like mine, it does not matter how well you know a person, what matters is that anyone is willing and eager to help in every way they can. The hearts of these individuals in my community are bigger than any other. When I was younger, at church I would bring every toy that could fit in

I’m from a town where everyone knows everyone. My sense of place and connection lies within my hometown. The citizens of Yuba City constitute my community. I was born and raised in this farm town and I love every square mile of it. I identify with the people of Yuba City as my community because we all share love and compassion for this town. To me Yuba City isn’t just a small rural town, but it is the place that forged and crafted me into the person I am today.

On 06/19/17, a t12:00pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched to 3251 Miriam Drive South on an injury-possible dangerous or vicious dog. I arrived at the location and was advised by The Columbus Division of Police (CPD) that the victim is being transported to Mount Carmel West Hospital (793 W State St) for her injuries and dog owner resides at the above location. I exited my vehicle and approached the dog owner. I spoke to dog owner Alex Kriglowitz and his wife. I asked Mr. Kriglowitz what transpired. He explained he was mowing his lawn and opened the side fence to mow the side yard. His dog was in the backyard. Mr. Kriglowitz completed mowing and forgot to close the gate. Mr. Kriglowtiz went inside the house and the next thing

I grew up in two very different communities, El Paso, Texas and Olney, Maryland. I spent the first ten years of my life in El Paso, which being home to a military base, was a community with strong military support. For the past seven years, I have lived in Olney, Maryland, a small town with families that have known each other for generations. No one really moves to Olney, most families have deeply established roots here, so when I moved to Olney when I was 10, I was very much an outsider. El Paso was fairly limited to El Paso as far as short trips, but in Olney you can be to D.C or Virginia in about an hour; there is always something new to do. Although Olney and El Paso are quite different, they have both instilled a common value in me, take

When it comes to small towns people who haven’t lived in one tend to think that they are boring or bland. However a chat with some of the people who have always lived in a town of less than four-hundred people for their entire lives really paints a new picture. Donnie Moyer has lived outside of Terril, Iowa his entire life on a farm working for his father until his passing in which he took control of the property. When we discussed “How has the town change since you’ve lived here?” he responded with “It hasn’t change at all it's still the same place I grew up in.” Some see this as being bland but in today's age with all the technological change it is refreshing to see some are happy with their roots. Going on from that I asked him about his

Growing up, I did not realize that getting a job was going to be so difficult. It may be different in other towns. I grew up in California and was excited to be older and be productive. California gave you that worthwhile rush that encouraged you to get up and go on an adventure. Then my family and I moved to a college town in a different state, 7 years ago, where it’s less noisy. It was certainly a different environment and personally, I love it.

I woke up on a warm sunny Saturday morning and went down stairs and called my friend Joey Gliech and said “Today is the day!”

The place I call my hometown is Latta and I have realized that living in a small town has its perks and privileges. Latta is a small city filled with people that are affectionate and loving; especially my family. My hometown has taught me the importance of my family and friends. In the small city of Latta, nearly all the people would look out for each other like family and friends or even neighbors as well. My parents instilled values in me of never giving

I HAD BEEN ASLEEP QUITE SOUNDLY FOR A COUPLE HOURS, WHEN I WAS AWOKEN BY AN ALL TOO FAMILIAR SOUND. IT SEEMED LIKE EVERY TIME MY BRAIN REGISTERED CERTAIN NOISES - EVEN WHEN I WAS DEEP IN SLEEP, IT SENT OFF A PANIC TRIGGER THAT FLOODED THROUGH MY MIND. THIS WAS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE TIMES.

Growing up in the small town of Livingston, Texas where the best thing to do on a Friday night was to watch the football game, or hit a long back road in the middle of nowhere; I learned who I was. In this town, everyone knows everyone and it’s hard to do anything without the whole town knowing. This has molded me into a loving, and spontaneous person who works hard for everything I desire. Livingston has grown so much since I can remember. The people, despite change in population, have always been the same. This community is so positive and kind-hearted and you feel as if you’re friends with just about anyone you meet. The environment I was raised in has always been strict, but in the long run has helped me prioritize what’s important in life.

I am from Fort Wayne, Indiana. A small city where people have been tricked into thinking it's big. A city that is full of close minded people that have grown up and lived in the same place for generations on end. Growing up here has it's ups and downs. It's not just the city though, it's the people. There is people that have never left and think they know everything. The worst part is they are deluded into thinking that way. They actually think the negative mind set they have is correct. For whatever reason those people gave up on their dreams and doing what they love.

I have fond memories in my hometown of Rochester, Michigan. Known as a family-friendly community with excellent schools and a charming downtown, the city thrives on bringing people together. Growing up in Rochester, I felt comforted by the “small town” feel that helped me establish my roots. At the same time, I was surrounded by innovative leaders in the community who inspired me to blossom in Rochester and beyond, and to make a difference in the world.

When asked ‘where are you from?’, as I often am due to my last name, I was once at a loss for words. My birth certificate would argue Ile Ife, Nigeria. Years spent in Portland, Decatur, and Fairburn give them all claims as a possible hometown. Fortunately, last year I found my answer. However, it wasn’t a city or even a place. I was “at home” when I helped someone in dire need of my help. The smile on a face who just received their first and possibly only meal for the Thanksgiving season. Eyes lighting up upon finally receiving an audience to listen to their stories.

When I visited Brown what stood out to me is an environment encouraging students to be intellectually curious, not only through the idea of creating your own major, but also through the option to take a course pass-fail. This jumped out at me as an environment I would thrive in and reminded me of my senior year. I planed on taking a work heavy internship teaching course, and doubling up on science while learning calculus, putting myself in a calculus physics class surrounded by future engineers who took calculus years ago: all summer I was slightly terrified. There are many classes like Physics that I would love to take and not be constantly anxious about grades, and that's Brown’s provides. At Brown I would take full advantage of this opportunity