Personal Narrative: My Life In Boston

Even though I’ve eaten lobster rolls, sported L.L. Bean jackets, and cruised lighthouse-studded coastlines, I am anything but a New-Englander. Though this has been by 4th year in Massachusetts, I still feel like I’m still the new kid on the block, the midwestern girl who’s naive to the traditions and expectations of New England. But, I am comfortable here, a result of many challenges I had to face over the time I spent in Massachusetts. These challenges did not arise when I first moved out—I was very unhappy the first and second year—it was during Sophomore year, when I started to adapt and be happy, did challenges from home spring forth on me. These challenges were from the people that I had left, family, friends, and others who felt that

grew up in Chicago, Illinois, a beautiful city surrounded by violence and controversy by the media. I found things more simple when I was kid growing up here, there wasn't much to worry about but as I got older things became more complex here. The sounds of the " L "' or as you know it as, The Train, and the roaring sounds of cars passing by my house made me feel alive while growing up and as a matter of fact still does. You could wake up in the morning and see the vibrant blue skies being pierced by the skyscrapers and see other kids playing ball or riding their bikes. When it was summer time I would play ins sprinklers or go downtown and play in the fountains with my family. Of course, like most big cities I had to watch my back while growing up because you never knew what somebody was up to. It's weird really growing up here because you never know what's going to happen next , wether it's a good thing or a bad thing. All I can really say about growing up in Chicago is that if I had the chance to redo it, I'd do if a million times.

In my early years, I hadn't given much thought to the depth of this city, only knowing bits and pieces of the puzzle that I was trying to put together in my head. However, as the years went by, I grew accustomed to the city, its people, and its ways. This city influenced and shaped my persona into the individual I am today. This city taught me a great deal of what

Growing up in the Chicago area was a great experience for me, I was always a good kid but I had always struggled in school. The reason that I had a hard time in school was that I had A.D.D which was the cause of my distraction. Entering Pritzker College Prep was a different experience for me because I was overwhelmed, the reason as to why I felt overwhelmed was because of the amount of homework we got. I ended up spending nights where I would do my homework and wouldn’t get a sufficient amount of sleep and would also cause me to fall asleep in class. My grades started to drop which caused me to stop caring in school, so I also decided to just stop doing my homework and it caused a decrease in my grades.

New York is a state where there are big lights and lots of people and busy streets. I live in Brooklyn, New York and I was born here and I have lived here all my life. Personally, where I live I can walk to go get groceries that I need and everything is in walking distance. I take the public subway or the bus to get to school and there are many public schools here in Brooklyn, New York. There are delis and corner stores almost around every block. Here in Brooklyn, it is very noisy and busy. I am so used to the noise that I can sleep soundly even with all the noise that surrounds my house. Personally, I think that if I were not born here or was not a New Yorker, I would plan to move here when I get older.

I hope your Tuesday afternoon is going terrific. I am Miten Bhadania and I would like to formally introduce myself as your colleague working in the Tech department as Developer.

I have written many essays since I was in middle school yet most of my writing was not that important besides for a grade. Yet there is one piece of writing I wrote that change my life and felt that it had an important impact to The City of Chicago. My teacher during that time wanted the class to enter in a citywide competition, which is called “Do The Write Thing”. It is a way for students to voice their opinions on how to stop the violence in Chicago. I wanted to help reduce the violence in Chicago since many youths are being killed in the streets every single day. In my paper, I mainly focused on three body paragraphs. The first one was why the violence in the city was increasing. The second one was some type of violence that I have witness in my own personal life. The final paragraph

I witnessed my cousins boyfriend corpse lying on my neighbors lawn. It was a humid summer night around 3:30 when I peeked through my window and saw my devastated cousin sobbing uncontrollably on my decaying porch. Being from East chicago, Indiana has transformed me into the person I am today.

As a child I was Boston born but Georgia raised. My mom says I moved to Georgia when I was 2 but since I was 2 I don’t remember. I stayed in Georgia for 8 years and when I was ten my family moved back to Boston because my mother got tired of Georgia. I had never lived in Boston after I was born so when I got here I didn't know anyone besides family or any of the places. My first year here in Boston I lived in-for lack of a better weird-the hood. I was from Georgia the parts where the worse thing that ever happened to me was a school lockdown because they thought fireworks were gunshots. When I came to Boston it was a totally different scenery. I was scared to go everywhere and/or do anything. I lived in Mattapan kinda near Blue Hill Ave. to give you some imagery. The corner store I lived near was more than “a corner” away. But as well it wasn't a mile away either. I was scared mostly because the street I had to walk down to get to the corner store was full of houses blocking the light and wasn't ever that busy.

Part 1 – Today as Nat I was an experienced being a printer’s apprentice in Boston Massachusetts. I got advertisements for Mr. Edes. I got them to complete the mission. It made me feel I know more about a printer’s apprentice now. It made me feel this way because I learned about Boston Massachusetts by playing the

I left Novi High School on a bright yellow school bus full of student council members. We passed large houses with gorgeous manicured lawns, and multiple cars in each driveway. I looked down to send a text to my friend, and before I knew it, the bus looked like it was in a whole different world. Everywhere I looked I saw abandoned houses covered in graffiti so thick you coundn’t see the brick. Boarded up buildings and neighborhood streets with houses so packed together you could reach out and touch your neighbor… if only every house was occupied and safe. The streetlamps were burned out, and every store had bars guarding their windows and doors. I was so involved in the scenery passing before my eyes, that I didn’t even notice the bus coming to a complete stop.

As a child, I grew up many places, my dad’s old job moved us around a lot. I was born in Hayward, Ca. and moved to Red Bluff as a baby and stayed until I was like 5 or 6. Then I moved to Taylor, Arizona and lived there until I was 8. I moved to The Dalles, Oregon and turned 9 shortly after, we lived at the very top of Oregon, right next to the Washington border. I could see Washington driving down certain streets, but by the time I was 10 I had been somewhat homeless. I lived in a car with my 3 other siblings and parents for a month or so. It wasn’t like it was horrible, we never slept in the car. We stopped at motels and we drove highway 101, because we were struggling and the beach solves everything.

After a long day of moving boxes and bags into my brother’s new home in the Wall dorms, my parent’s and I filed into the truck and headed for the hotel, just a few blocks from campus. That evening was spent exploring the French Quarter and driving through the city in search of food. My father decided to take a detour down Claiborne Ave. Initially, I did not know what father was looking for, but as we got closer to our destination, I soon realized we were entering Lower Ninth Ward. “Why are going through here?” I asked confusingly. I received no response. I peered out of my window curiously, and immediately understood my father’s hidden agenda. It was clear that Ninth Ward had been deeply impacted by Katrina. Despite the fact that nearly three years had past, this area was still in terrible condition. We had heard about the damage when everyone sought refuge in Houston, but seeing the poverty first hand put the situation in perspective.

Growing up in the dangerous rugged projects was rough as a child. A neighborhood you would want your children growing up in. Every morning as the bright yellow sun settled on “Jamestown” the apartment complex we lived in. We knew that is was another glorious day filled with something new and maybe dangerous. Around every beat down apartment building you could find an anxious group of teens playing an intense game of dice, smoking some strong marijuana that smelled like a skunk, and even drunk older guys hitting on the younger girls in the neighborhood. The strong, but yet, poor-hardworking families had to work many jobs just support a household of three. Nobody had the luxury of driving a brand new car, nor a cheap used car. In fact, not many

Hello all! My name is Luis. I been living in Colorado Springs since 2009, and I am currently working to finish my Associate’s in Accounting. Yes, I love numbers! Also, I am currently working at Colorado Springs Health Partners as a buyer of office and medical supplies. I like exercising and motorcycle riding.