Personal Narrative: My Environment

In the beginning of third grade was so exciting because I will get to see my friends. But when I got home my parents told me and my brother that we are moving. I was really excited at first because it was my first time moving.

This past year, I have been apart of Naperville Central’s brand new Special Spaces club. When my friend approached me and asked me to join, I agreed even though I had no clue what I was involving myself in. In retrospective, I can honestly say that becoming a part of Special Spaces has been one of the most meaningful, fun, and fulfilling experiences I have had in high school.

I think that my family realized that I had crossed the threshold between childhoods when I began to form my own opinions. This first took hold when I took part in poverty stimulation at my local shelter. I was giving a character and a story behind the card I was given; the story made me become emotionally attached to this name I had been assigned and the family in which I came from. The experience made me question the prejudice of the society I was living in. How many times had I avoided eye contact with the people on the side of the road begging for money? I began a long journey of soul searching and questioning the beliefs my parents had raised me on. My thoughts were continually brought back to a book by C.S Lewis, it was called Out of the Silent Planet; a character named Weston believed that individual human lives don’t matter, they must be sacrificed to save mankind.

Go back to a time, when smart phones, and laptop were as thick history textbooks. To a time when a whole gallon of gas cost a little more than a dollar. The year is 1998 and in this year I was born. I was given to a very loving mother and father, that with their extraordinary love gave me the unextraordinary name of David. I grew up in the wonderful city of El Paso, Texas.

Everyone remembers a time in their lives when their mom came through and saved the day. Mine happened to happen at 1:30 AM on a Saturday morning. To fully understand the story I’ll give some background.

It was the last day of school and I was so excited for summer. I was going to do all kinds of stuff and go out of the state. In reality I was going for one of my worst summer ever. All I was going to do is travel most of the time. It was going to be the most boring summer ever.

A Utopia should be a place where everyone feels safe, a place where there is no hatred, no crime , no discouragement, disapproval, or judgement. Everyone should be equal. No one should have to be put into a catagory depending on their popularity, their wealth, their race or even their looks. Everyone has their role and no one should be considered not important. Everyone is truly happy. This is how I want my Utopia to be.

It seemed like the weekend would never come. It did, and now she had to scramble to get preparations ready for Ray’s arrival this morning and Fiona and Emily’s for lunch.

Over the years my neighborhood, family, and environment has shaped me to become the person I am today. It’s been a rough ride here and there, but the view is great and I am ecstatic and ready for the adventures that will cross my path.

“They’re bringing drugs. They’re bringing crime. They’re rapist. ...I'm not just saying Mexicans, I’m talking about people that are from all over [the world] that are killers and rapists and their coming into this country.” These are the disgusting insults that presidential candidate Donald Trump, who plans to build a massive wall around the United States, has recently scratched up to give his new modern definition of what it means to be an illegal immigrant. But despite these allegations, being an illegal immigrant has meant the same thing since the beginning of the history of the United States. An illegal immigrant is a hard working person who has no other choice but to leave the poverty stricken or hostile environment

We're looking for a place to settle down and start a family. We are both moving out of our parents houses. I work full time, I have two jobs as of now and my boyfriend is disabled by the state of Michigan he can't work so he will be taking care of the house he receives disability tho that is his source of income. We do have one dog, a boxer thats a year old, he is house trained Is there any requirements for him?

It's gross, but I don't care. It feels suddenly like all the life has drained out of me and I sit there, limp and emotionless for a long, long time until Alex is pounding on the door, begging me to let him in. His voice is loud and broken and I can tell he's been crying. It feels like the entire world is falling around me and when I finally open the door, shaking like a leaf,I collapse into his arms."It's going to be okay,"Alex whispers into my temple, smearing tears into my hair.I'm not convinced, but I follow Alex back to Dr. Allen's office anyway because what else am I supposed to do?Once we're settled back in the uncomfortable plastic chairs the doctor smiles professionally.I wonder how many people he's had to tell they were dying. He's

I had everything and luck: sunrays hitting me as I was pushed in a swing,

My uncle picked me up and I left the place I grew up. I left my family, my friends, and my two dogs and moved to Colorado to live with my dad and his family. This affected me terribly because my grades dropped. If it wasn’t for my first year in Paramount and taking Game Development at Warren Tech, I would’ve had less than a 2.667 GPA. During this whole time, I isolated myself and stayed in my room, playing video games as an escape. I met my two best friends during this time, John and Triston who kept my head up during my many breakdowns. Thank god for my Dad because he kept trying to get me out of my shell for the 3 years I was in high school. By the time I finally started accepting what happened, I graduated high school. I didn’t know what

On a weekly basis, I am pushed beyond my comfort zone. Each week brings two new clinical days with new people, situations, and diagnosis. I never know if I will know how to react and do the right thing. Every clinical day I feel a little nervousness because I feel out of my comfort zone. I handle this by recognizing that I do have the tools that I need to succeed. It also comforts me to know that there is a team around me for support. Some days are always better than others, but I have found ease in this by accepting that each day is a learning opportunity. Knowing that my presence that day affects someone's life allows me to appreciate going beyond my comfort zone. From past experience, stepping out of my comfort zone has always benefitted