Personal Narrative: My Metropolitan Urban Community

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

The city of Chicago has been displayed as a dangerous city in which all residents are affiliated with drugs, gangs, and misconduct of firearms. Whether someone fits into this stereotype or not, is normally based on their surroundings and their interactions with others. Growing up in Gage Park, named one of the worst neighborhoods, falling into this stereotype and becoming affiliated with drugs, guns, and gangs, would not be too hard for someone to do. However, I have lived in Gage Park my whole life and have not fallen into the status quo. I have had family members and friends fall into this realm of unpleasantness and watching them become another wrong kind of statistic is upsetting. I have been faced with the decision of continuing to have

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

The blaring noise of the wind through the streets mixed with the severe weather alerts on our cellphones. Through my window, I could make out silhouettes of trees blowing uncontrollably through the rain. This was not something that I was expecting during the holiday season. On the night of December 26, 2015, our family went into a safe room inside of our house and braced ourselves for the tornado that was tearing through my hometown.

All I could fit in my only small bag was a few clothes and a toothbrush and all my parents

I spent my childhood in a small, suburban neighborhood just outside of the shadow of Minneapolis, Minnesota. My street is located in a city called Edina: a city that prides itself on “green spaces” and the protection of its environment. Whenever there are too many fires, or a bike path were to be constructed, activist groups gather and protest the damages to both the environment and the city’s image. By the time I was ten, Edina had passed ordinances restricting private citizens’ abilities to cut down living trees older than 10 years (or trees more than 12 inches in diameter one foot from the ground). The city also spent two decades cultivating a pride in our shared landscapes: lakes, forests, wetlands, and prairies. To expose students and

I have a lengthy history with Urban Promise Miami. I first joined their program when I was ten years old along with my brother and cousins. The mission of their organization is to equip Miami’s children and young adults with the necessary skills to attain academic achievement, life management, spiritual growth and leadership rooted in the Christian faith, and that is a goal that I have become testament to them achieving.

The Dayton community is a unique, diverse, and energetic family to be a part of while studying abroad. When I first went abroad, I had a small network of friends that I knew were going to be on the trip, as well, but there were many other students that I did not know. However, after a few days, strangers became friends. There is a quote that says, “It’s not about where you are, but who you’re with”. I live by this quote and agree that my trip to Rome would not have been what was without my classmates by my side. In addition, I have learned many new things about myself by spending my time in Rome with my classmates. Our common interest of UD provided us with a bond that united us to truly become our own little community amongst the thousands of people in Rome

A social location that has affected my life is education. I chose education because I have always struggled with it throughout my middle school years. I was having tough time focusing in school. I was that child that never got awarded for anything. Instead I was always sitting at the principal’s office having meetings with teachers and my parents. Math and English weren’t my subjects I always a struggled with both, because I only grew up knowing one language which was Spanish, and Math I was never good with numbers. For not knowing good English I would get bullied and made fun of all the time. That I made me give up on school. By the time I was in sophomore in high school I was transferred to a charter school, because I need help with all the

Here in Boston, I did have to be forced to do the work. I myself manage my time and that took me to do better in my work and lifestyle. I learn how to speak English in one mouth, something that surprised my sins English wasn't my first languish that I spoke. I learned how to code in several different computer languages, including HTML(Hypertext Markup Language), Python, and C++, and planning to learn another call binary code!. Being in Boston, things were much better because in the US there are laws and programs like ABCD that help support children and prevent physical abuse. Her I have the thing that I did have to support me into success. Now I have built mine own in passways to succeed, greatness in this country full of opportunity and

I felt the bumping and heard the bus frame squeal quietly as we were on the journey to destination. We were in Detroit, Michigan for a mission trip. It was a new place full of new things for me to experience. And the most eye-opening experience for me was when we helped a neighborhood clean out a disastrous and neglected alley.

Have you ever gone somewhere you never thought you would get to go? I have. Washington D.C, just somewhere in America. The capitol city; the most important city in America. Where the presidents lived, where Lincoln was assassinated. That’s all I had ever thought I would know about Washington D.C. I never thought I would have the chance to go. I never thought there could be so much history in one city. My whole viewpoint on this city would change in the span of 1 week.

Where I currently live in the Lehigh Valley area the Mayor is rebuilding the whole downtown inner city of the Allentown, PA area due to the city going down or not doing so well which is asking for a change. With the change new stores that are being built such as restaurants, shoe and clothing stores, hockey arena, etc, etc... the price range and stores being built does not cater to the lower class downtown inner city community but caters to middle class and higher class group of people. This is a positive thing that it is changing for the better negative for the lower class community. The resistance is the inner city community feels that they are being pushed out due to the buildings being remodeled and rent being raised. This process is called

I grew up in the city of Peabody, MA and was raised in a middle class family of four, with both my mom and dad, and my older sister Gina. We lived in a 3-bedroom house in the suburbs, and I couldn’t have had a more normal upbringing. I went to school at the public school, went to church on Sundays, and hung out the neighborhood kids until the streetlights turned on. Growing up in Peabody was a very typical, American upbringing.

​A cultural assumption of my neighborhood community is that I will end up as nothing more than someone who works at a Dominican botanica that receives government help. But I do not believe in the categorization of a person by societal assumptions, socio-economic status, or intelligence standards. I challenged their assumptions when I became a volunteer at Women and Infants in Providence. I decided to volunteer to see what it’s like to be in a hospital everyday. During my time at the Hospital I was not getting paid nor was I doing any surgical procedures, however, I was in a medical atmosphere, catching a glimpse of what my future could look like everyday if stayed motivated. It was an exhilarating time because I was able to converse with doctors