Personal Narrative: My Uber Driver

Most people are all grown up when they finally figure out what they want to do with their life. I was 4. I realized what I wanted to be when I attended my very first Rodeo. Even though it was so long ago I can remember that day like it was yesturday. That day got me on the path to my future.

yelled as he pulled me up. Right as I looked into his deep blue eyes, I felt like I was in one of the cheesy romantic movies. It felt as though there was a spotlight shining on us, and we were the only ones in the world.

Part One, Language and Identity, includes personal essays that explore the struggles of two individuals with issues of identity connected to the languages they were raised to

Walking along an ancient, narrow cobblestone road in a medieval town, I marvel at beauty before me as I take in every detail. I notice all the old bricks

I hate driving. I have some trepidation about using that word but hate is due where it’s due. And I hate driving. It might have something to do with the fact that no matter how good a driver I am, my safety is still in the hands of some over-confident twenty-something who is texting, eating, and driving simultaneously. Or maybe it’s the environmentally driven guilt I have while pumping gas. Either way, I just really don’t like driving. But, it was driving that made me realize I felt like an ant. I was in the left turn lane on my way home from a hot afternoon of summer band. The little green traffic arrow lit up and, much like ants following the instruction of a pheromone, we swung our metallic bodies in the instructed direction of travel and

The familiar sound of our tires on the dirt road signaled our arrival at the

Unconsciously, we all speak different languages; we categorize the way we speak by the environment and people at which we are speaking too. Whenever a character enters an unfamiliar environment, they experiment with language to find themselves and understand reality. For immigrants, language is a means to retain one’s identity; however, as they become more assimilated in their new communities their language no longer reflects that of their identity but of their new cultural surroundings. When an immigrant, immigrates to a new country they become marginalized, they’re alienated from common cultural practices, social ritual, and scripted behavior. It’s not without intercultural communication and negotiation

On July 22nd I was driving North on Lambert Road in Glen Ellyn about to make a left onto Roosevelt Road. I was in a Enterprise Car Share vehicle that is a 2012 silver Toyota Yaris. As I approached Roosevelt Road there was another vehicle in which case it was a black Toyota. This Toyota sideswiped me as the driver said she was distracted and did not notice my car in the left turning lane as she was in the right lane trying to get over. After looking at her vehicle it appeared most of the damage came from her driver side mirror and right above the rear driver side tire on the black Toyota. Therefore it damaged the passenger side of the Enterprise Car Share vehicle.

Quickly the tall buildings and bright lights fade away and start to meld with nature giving way for the tall, thick trees that lined the side of the highway. The signs, which were big and green in color, was suspended above. Directing our way, the signs stated the gas stations that appeared almost every two exits, assisting us greatly. Overhead were bridges that crisscrossed this way and that as if it were shielding the drivers down below. Traffic, which was little to none did not hinder our passage to Ridgecrest. Occasionally a car passed by racing towards some sort of imaginary finish line

The hills begin to plane out into a high plateau, and the road widens. Left and right,

Therefore, my Polish culture plays a big part of my life. Through my culture, I have had a social role of being a student at Polish school every Saturday. With the assistance of the teacher and my classmates, I have been given a social script of learning about my Polish culture - history and literature - along with its geography and grammar. For twelve years, I excelled as a student because I learned and became proficient in the Polish language. Through the experience of learning about my Polish ethnicity - my self-identity - I was able to complete matura, a high school exit exam, and most importantly, speak to my family members in

How does our native language affect we think about the world and our place in it? How is speaking more than one language difficult? Tom Munnecke’s purpose was talking about how learning many languages frustrated him, and how each language frustrated him. Each of these languages he saw as “shells,” and he goes on to talk about each language and its limitations and/or opportunities. The audience for Nothing is Missing are people who are interested in learning one, or more than one, different language. This article could also apply to people who are already bilingual, or already know multiple languages. Munecke would like people who are interested in learning more than one language to know how the first language we speak affects the way we

The roads are dark, and we have been driving for about 15 minutes, which is a little confusing considering they said our destination was less than 10 minutes away. We turn again. We have made so many turns. I am starting to get even more

On September 08, 2015 at approximately 9:29 PM I, Deputy Bowring, was dispatched to shots fired and the subjects were in a black in color, Nissan pickup, heading north bound on Farm to Market 288 toward State Highway 154.

It’s me Miles,and I am just making this letter to tell you how great America really is. But first let me tell you about myself.I am 5 feet and 8 inches,I have brown hair and blue eyes,and I was born and raised in Ireland.I decided that moving to America would be a easier life,not only were my friends were leaving but my sister also decided to leave.The one big push that made me leave was how expensive my land was and I was falling behind on rent.I had heard from my sister that land there was cheaper and I just had to leave.I also couldnt afford enough food for a couple weeks and was practically starving myself.The journey here