Personal Narrative: My Pensacola Housing Voucher Program

So it goes kinda like this: The day before I left for Pensacola, I was told "Have an open mind, you don't know who you are going to meet down there", so I went in like I would any other social situation, and just try to keep to myself until I have felt out and become comfortable with the situation. The original plan was to not get close to anyone, especially since it was gonna be a week long thing then we would be done, and we'd all go home and eventually forget about each other, but things went differently. They started off the way I planned, then I got to know you, and I made the mistake of getting attached because quite frankly, you had topped out everyone I'd previously met and I tried to hold out hope that maybe something could work in

Approaching the halfway point of the program brought me to the Introduction to School Finance EDA 6240, which focused on the fiscal management of the organization and utilizing resources to maximize an environment conducive to learning. Because public education is a responsibility of each state, funding public education is crucial to creating a productive and successful society. The Florida Education Funding Program (FEFP) equalized funding for education regardless of how wealthy one area is over the other. An important component of the FEFP is the full time equivalent (FTE), which represents a student who was present during the Survey FTE week. Money is earned for each one of the FTEs. Learning about the base student allocation, the amount

In the first step of establishing a plan for impoverished children residing in section 8 communities housing would be to identify the problem. In order to understand a plan that needs to be made for the human rights and social and economic justice for these individuals, there must be an understanding of what aspect of their rights and justice is not already being met by society. After establishing what is the problem, having an understanding of why it’s a problem helps better set up the next step of collecting information on that issue and coming to a conclusion of how it happened to gain a better angle of how to solve it. In order to have an effective advocacy plan, we need to do research on finding out what is not being offered to them that is being offered to other children that are not residing in impoverished section 8 housing. If better and

Complainant, who has a Housing Choice Voucher administered by the Chicago Housing Authority (CHA), alleges that Respondents are attempting to terminate his lease and evict him based on his source of income. Additionally, Complainant asserts that the management personnel used their keys to enter his apartment and removed all of his cancelled rent checks and other personal items.

The educational gap between low-income children and the average American presents a serious problem that has only been perpetuated through government-funded public housing projects. Indeed, this divide eventually translates to a disparity of college acceptance rates and job placement rates. Thus, the academic success of children from low-income families directly threatens their upward mobility. A continued shift toward increased tenant-based housing would give families the opportunity to move out of their economically segregated neighborhoods and choose the neighborhood that best meets their children’s needs. Indeed, despite the Housing Choice voucher program’s current flaws, in each of the case studies, the housing choice vouchers have resulted

That day, when I applied to South Dade was a choice that I didn't really care for at all. To me, it really didn't matter what school I go to, one bit but to finish high school. Until all my year's of being in South Dade. Not knowing what I will become in the future or what to do with my life at all one bit. So, I just started at the base and tried out for clubs and tried new things that I can take in. To give me a sign of what I want to be in life. So, after going to several clubs and noticing I have no interest in them. And just gave up. Till I heard about one club from a friend of mines in the hallway. As I was really interested because it was part of a hobby I like to do and that was cooking.

In this case, the Department’s Representative testified to mailing the Appellant a manual notice on June 3, 2016 advising that the household’s application for cash assistance was being denied due to failure to meet residency requirements. On August 9, 2016, The Appellant called the Department to make an oral appeal. The Appellant’s appeal was filed August 10, 2016, sixty-eight (68) days after the denial. Since the appeal was

A product of Hamilton Park, the only planned African American residential community in Dallas, I grew up in a two-parent household. My mother died when I was 13 and I became a pregnant at the age of 16, a reality of many youth in today’s urban communities. In 1988 I found myself struggling - a single parent with a house note, new car, no education or promotable skill set and on disability for two years. The economic strain propelled me to consider college. I took one class, passed with an A, and knew this was what I needed to do. After going to school off and on for the next ten years, acquiring only 45 college credit hours, and passed over for several promotions – I enrolled at Dallas Baptist University in August 1999. As a full-time

I am writing this formal letter to regain the financial aid that I lost, specifically the Pell Grant, in order to gain the skills that are necessity for me to gain employment. Before I wrote this I consulted the advisers at the college and the financial aid office about the events that happened, my lack of documentation, and they told me that it would be most beneficial if I just explained everything to the best of my abilities.

Before coming to Miami, I used to live in a small city in Colombia called Barranquilla, where the weather is really hot like in Florida, but very humid. When the rain season comes, is when people usually get sick with the flu. As you see people sneezing, coughing, with high fever and headaches there is a pretty good chance to get infected too. September 2007 is a time that I will never forget because it changed my life forever. I have always worked as an esthetician, where to be in contact with people is part of my job. During that month the weather was really bad, there was a lot of rain and it was very windy. People were getting really sick with all kinds of symptoms related to the flu virus and I started feeling the same way too. Usually

I was fifteen years old when my mother invited me to help out with the local foster home. When I arrived at the foster home I began to cry in response to the young children that I saw. It was difficult for me to understand the children's emotions initially but throughout the day I learned the reason behind their joy. Most of the foster children were grateful for the little deeds that the volunteers performed for them because we showed that we cared about them. In all honesty many people take for granted the advantages they have for succeeding in life. The foster children that I've seen that day were limited because they did not have the physical and the emotional support of their families. I did not realized how blessed I was to have a loving

I was just a small town girl living in Grants, New Mexico. There is a saying that if you blink you will miss it driving down the highway. I was born and raised in Milan; it was just a little portion of Grants. My entire mom’s side of the family lived close by us and my dad’s side of the family was in Espanola, except for my grandma Yolie my dad’s mom. I grew up knowing almost everyone in that small town. The challenge in living in Grants was there were no available jobs. My parents had to drive back and forth to and from Albuquerque. As I was in kindergarten through second grade I would stay at my auntie’s house early in the morning or with my grandma while both my parents were in Albuquerque. Family was everything to me or at least what I

In May I signed a security access form that had September 2nd written as my last day.

I met with Ackashia Steed at my office at approximately 9 a.m., for a brief introduction as her new Housing Specialist. She stated that she was interested in moving down into a one bedroom apartment because she couldn't afford the utilities for her current three bedroom apartment due to her sisters moving into their own place.

As a family of six I was raised on section 8, barely surviving on welfare. I shared beds and clothes with dreams of making it out of poverty, but with little guidance I was at risk of continuing this lifestyle for generations to come. My mother was always at work and my father was absent, which made me skip childhood and mature in order to become independent. I was never that child who had their mother sitting at the table telling them how to do their homework, but rather a child who stood on the table all day and night trying to teach myself. I knew from an early age that I wanted more in life than used clothes and a bike as transportation. I had the dream of attending college and becoming a doctor in philosophy.