Personal Narrative: New York City

Looking around in awe, I gaze around Central Park.. The sky is a clear, brilliant blue, with the exception of the occasional cloud passing by. The abundance of green is easy on the eyes, after spending the past couple days in a maze of metal and glass. As I walk down the paved path, I spot a pit bull mix trotting by, pink tongue peeking out.

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.

During the summer of 7th grade my mom and I went on a trip to san Francisco that showed me how real untreated mental health issues, homelessness, and drugs are. I always knew that bad communities existed and they’re not safe but I never knew what they really looked like. That was until my mom and I accidentally walked through the tenderloin. The Tenderloin is one of the most infamous parts of San Francisco. The whole city of San Francisco is a crazy and beautiful place that I learned how many people suffer from drugs, crime, poverty and homelessness.

Although I have very few experiences of New York, what captivates me the most to the Empire State is the memory of my parents challenges in the city. As young newly wedded immigrants without a degree, it was tough settling in the big apple. Nonetheless, my parents worked hard to achieve the American dream. However, their American dream ended in the U.S. after they received their education. They decided to work overseas, and it was a decision that affected my life greatly. I grew up in many urban areas like New York with plenty of diversity to offer, but living as a foreigner enhanced the experience.

From the very start I was an adventurous child. I am always looking for something new to try, something no one else would even think of doing. So, I’m going to take you to the first time I left school. By myself.

It was Thanksgiving break and I could not, for the life of me, fall asleep. Given the trend of binge-watching Star Wars with my two older brothers over the previous week until well past midnight, it did not surprise me. So I went downstairs to the living room and picked up my Mom’s latest read, “Humans of New York.” As I opened it I couldn’t help but chuckle, “Mom, reading a picture book? She’s usually a serious reader.” However, as I read the captions to each picture, a realization dawned upon me. There was a common element threaded throughout the stories. Life, can be a struggle. It is one long game and you only get to play once. We all deal with life differently, take different routes, and end up in different places. But the important thing

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

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.

Heavy raindrops spilled from the gray clouds above and people were scattering in all directions. I remember tightly clenching my mother's wrist out of self-assurance as we continuously bumped into frustrated strangers. "Let's wait this storm out in the local library," she had told me in between shivers. At the craziness of the moment, I wasn't sure if her decision was due to home being five blocks away or my nonstop complaints. I wanted to ask what a library was, but I figured that my question would just add to my mother's stress and annoyance. We stopped before the doors of a typical building that displayed the following words in huge yellow print: "Welcome to the Brooklyn Public Library." I specifically recall breathing a sigh of relief

As you enter the city of Toronto, enclosed by skyscrapers towering over you overflowing with culture, where time passes swiftly as people dash by you; it makes you feel trivial in the metropolitan area. The city of shadows that cast a never ending gloom, only to be broken up by the narrow gap in-between buildings. A substantial lake embedded with Silurian rocks on the edge, surrounding the downtown business district, keeping the city steadily in place. Toronto is the younger sibling of New York and Chicago, hesitant of the spotlight these other districts possess, but not shy enough to be known worldwide. A city of roads that disperse in many directions, paving the way of people’s futures and success; unknown as to where you will end up. Many

Up until 8th grade I lived in Cambridge, a sketchy, gilded age-like city on the outskirts of Boston. I lived in the central part of Cambridge, sandwiched in between the affluent undergrads, graduate students, and post-doc families or Harvard or MIT, where all the run down housing projects were and where police cars and ambulances screamed past every night because they had gotten yet another drug overdose dispatch.

For several years, my job required that I travel to New York City once a month. My perception of the people living in the city after a few trips was that they were extremely rude. Over time, however, I learned that this was not a fair assessment on my part.

In Philadelphia, there are countless low cost and free events to take advantage of. I enjoy attending free concerts at both the Piazza at Schmidt's and the Benjamin Franklin Parkway. I also enjoy the free science festival every spring. Every Sunday most museums in the city are free, so I frequently visit with both my family and friends. I also ice skate at either City Hall or Penn's Landing at least five times a year. Every first Friday of the month, I visit a free art festival in Old City that allows local artists to display or sell their art. On certain days of the week, I'm able to go to the movies with friends at a significantly discounted price. Also, two temples in the city have weekly events where vendors sell various cultural foods