Personal Narrative: Mckinney To Princeton

During my time at Union County College I have been faced with a lot of difficulties. I’ve struggled along the way but one thing I do believe is that I have the power to do better. My GPA has been affected by my personal mistakes. In my past semesters I have let my job take over my life rather than let school be most important. I have also let my personal family problems affect my work ethic. But through my fall 2014, it was most difficult because of March 2014 I lost my father through an unexpected heart attack. Throughout my fall semester I did struggle and cope with my father not being here anymore. I believed that I wasn’t focused enough because I used fall semester as a time to occupy myself rather that time out to deal with my father’s

I am a high school senior at Fair Park, looking forward to my first year at Jackson State University in the upcoming fall. My cumulative GPA is currently at a 3.6 average and anticipating to increase next semester. I would be considered the best person to receive a scholarship simply because I go the extra mile to assure my success. Although college is an extensive goal, it could be quite expensive. There is no better way to pay for college than by being awarded money for outstanding academic excellence.

The area is always having community based events which keep myself and neighbors involved and close knit. What really set this community apart is the group or neighborhood cohesion that the management office constantly creates for its tenants to enjoy.

My family moved to Texas changed how I viewed or felt about my how much family is important to me. When we first started packing for them to go to Texas they helped us pack to move too.We all had to do a lot because we had to do theirs and ours.

I belong to the community of Allendale, Michigan. It is a community that has thankfully and gladly embraced me after I transferred from Grand Haven after my freshman year. Despite what may be assumed at first glance with Allendale being a smaller, close knit, conservative community, and Grand Haven being a larger and slightly more diverse area, the more accepting community was, or is, most definitely Allendale. Grand Haven's diversity actually separates people, seemingly by socioeconomic status; while, in Allendale, it seems that a person's socioeconomic status is not a determinant of popularity. I believe that, in the end, it all boils down to the people in the community just being different, in a good way. All of the classmates, teachers,

Like many people I went through high school with the same group of friends from middle school. We were all extremely close and acted like family. Upon graduating, we all realized that we wouldn’t see each other as much, especially the people that went to LSU, ULL and Emory and even LA Tech. We had lost those close-knits relationships we formed for over 7 years. Many people would be upset over this but it showed me who my real friends were and they are my new-found sisters in the sorority I joined and my best friend from sixth grade.

On September 14th, Temple University welcomed a very incredible lady, Wanda Benventti. Benvenutti is a photojournalist, writer, and photo editor. However, most importantly she is a woman that truly loves and is passionate about her Puerto Rican culture. I had the opportunity to watch her present her project, that she has been working on for 18 years. My goal as a journalist, is to become a photojournalist. Therefore, meeting Benvenutt gave me a sense of hope, that one day I will become a successful photojournalist. Watching her pictures flow by on the screen, gave me a sense of inspiration.

This is what I admire most about my community. In Queens, people from completely different walks of life interact and work with each other to

My family moved from Garden Grove to La Habra at the end of first grade in order to be closer to our water store. It took me a while to adjust to my new school and every day I ended up talking to a new group of peers.

always been more than just the same people you see all the time. My community

I was born in Minneapolis, Minnesota to two immigrants from Liberia. Both my mother and my father are from there. My father came much earlier than my mom and when they met, fell in love, got married, and had me. I never asked my father what made him come here; my mother came due to the escalation of the civil war that gripped the county.

Next thing I know, it's summertime and I've made all kinds of exciting plans. Sadly, nothing went as planned. For some reason, this always happens to me. I ended up transferring to Carencro High School. I can’t believe I was leaving all my friends.

Being made to go through the whole process of becoming friends was not what I wanted. I had a lot of friends at Galena and had been friends with these kids since kindergarten. We had grown up together and I didn’t want to leave them so soon. My mom told me Baxter was only about 10 minutes away so that took the ease off a little. I had two really good friends who I did everything with. I remember wondering if they would be sad, or if I would get to see them anymore. The feeling of going to a new place and possibly not making any new friends frightened me. How long would it take me to make new friends, if I made any? All the worrying was for nothing though. I remember exactly what happened when I made my first friend at Baxter. I call to mind being anxious as I walked into my new classroom, feeling the glances of all my classmates. Thinking how uncomfortable I felt as all the kids talked about their summers with their friends and all the fun they had, when suddenly I heard someone say hi. I turned towards the voice and saw a small brown haired girl, who I would soon learn was Mallory. After learning each other’s names, she then asked me “Do you want to be friends?” and that’s how my first friendship started. I made many new friends that day and felt all my worries soon drift away. Though I didn’t know how well making new friends would go, at the time it was a frightening thought for me. With

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.

     Once my family and I arrived at our new house I was still very saddened because of the move and had trouble not getting mad at my parents. Summer went bye like it wasn’t even there and by the time school started I was very depressed. The new school I was going to was Naperville North High School which was about ten times the size of my old school in Pennsylvania in size and in the number of students. In my school in Pennsylvania there were about twelve students in each class, here the number runs around thirty two. The school building was so big I had a lot of trouble getting to class on time let alone finding them in the building. The school wasn’t what I was bothered by the most because it was the fact that I didn’t have any social life and I was a social person. There were a lot of different groups of people at my new high school, it was tough for me to fit in and meet new people. Everyone just knew me as the new kid and didn’t even bother to find out what my real name was. The first