Personal Narrative On Chocabole

Growing up in a Hispanic household my family’s culture has had a significant impact in my life from avoiding a different variety of salsas and thinking twice about my immature decisions. Yet their love for the beautiful game known as Fútbol or soccer has always held on to me and is inspiring how it brings together an entire world or in this case my fanatic family. With soccer in my blood, as many relatives love to think, I’ve grown to love the sport, but my love was limited by restrictions. With an un-financially stable high school placing soccer in the bottom of the list of funds, my love for the game only stretched to amateur pickup games and watching ninety minute games on FOX Deportes. With limitations affecting my passion I began to follow

Santiago de los Caballeros, that’s where my family is from in the Dominican Republic. Everything about it warms my heart just as much as its vicious sun does penetrating your pores until you’re almost sure they aren’t there anymore. My father’s side of the family had just come down from the Capitol, which is known to be ignorant and high maintenance despite being from a third world country. The Dominican air smelled earthy and damp, yet you could feel its purity in the pit of your lungs.We decided to sit down at a food truck area and eat the signature post-club, pre-hangover, Dominican sandwich: The Chimmichurri. It is nowhere near as disgusting as it sounds, I promise. As we made ourselves comfortable in our plastic chairs beside The Monument, we had a complete view of the lights scattered like a den of fireflies illuminating the city. I was lost within the laughter you find yourself in after one too many Red Rock sodas when our Haitian server approached us. He kept reading the menu off to us and I fell in love

I have lived in only one location my entire life: Edwardsville, Illinois. A peripheral suburb of St. Louis, it stands as the rare oasis of people in a desert of corn, pinned in its own personal bubble. Due to this blend of time and isolation, I developed a natural familiarity with my hometown. But, throughout my childhood, I longed to break free from the confines of the bubble and venture outward. However, this changed last summer, as I walked through Richards Brickyard, our family heirloom, that my great-grandfather, Benjamin Richards, founded over 120 years ago. I felt these childlike sentiments slip away. The bubble that had surrounded me for so long began to vanish, and the picture that it had been obscuring was slowly revealed.

I am Sergio Palacio, I study at North Broward Preparatory school, I am from Colombia, Im 12 years old, I have tried with a lot of sports and I have liked all of them, when I was like 4 years old my mom ten when I was 6 I started learning roller skates we played a little bit of hockey because there was no sticks the pocks weren't the best ones but that was what we had then three years later they invited me to go the Saturday so I went with a friend that was also in hockey, I really liked it so I did hockey since that day, then when I was 11 I went to swimming classes with a friend but we could only do swimming for a year because it was with the school and that was the last year we could go to sports and this summer I ...

Coronado had the weirdest dream the last night his dream was aboutfinding the 7 cities

I believe in isonomy because there are innocent people getting murdered and nobody is doing anything unless they are of significance or a certain colour of skin. I’m talking about the “Man” who doesn’t look down on light skins but treats darker skins like they should be accused of everything even though they did not do anything.

That was a lot of money, and I didnt want to let Tony down so I got in the car and started to drive. As I drove the road was empty. I had confidence I was not going o get caught. It was a slightly wormer day out witch might have been because the sun was out. I had the windows down and was blaring music just trying to enjoy life when a cop pulls out behind me.

I am Carlos Peru. I was born and raised in Anthony, New Mexico. Everything I’ve ever gotten was due to my hard work. My whole life I was never given anything and this lifestyle grew me to be the person I am today and also the things I like today. I wouldn’t take any of it back. Given I didn’t like every day I still wouldn’t trade it for anything. These things made my major life choices such as my major, my favorite books, and movies and such things like that. My major is neuroscience and I found this love through a friend of my fathers. He is an accomplished anesthesiologist and one day I got to see a surgery love and I loved what the surgeons and doctor got to do and I loved it. From that point on and even to this day I continue to pursue

It was a late summer afternoon in Crenshaw Los Angles. The sun is setting and I was sitting at the stairs of the two apartment building I lived at. I was waiting for my dad to return from work. Down in the street gust of wind blew torn paper into spirals. The sun was shining through the bright blue empty sky making it hard to see through the distance as the light shines through my eyes. My father was walking towards me with the harsh light of the sun outlining his body. As my father began to come closer to me the sun began to set even more. Light fading away as soon as my father stood in front of me. As he stood in front of me I was able to smell the fresh paint that was stained on his pants all the way up to his neck. He then squats down in

Everyday I wake up in the morning have breakfast, put on my clothes, and put my kloo Horn together. Then I pod pool with my other band members to the Cantina. Most people think it would be at least a little exciting playing with your band at a bar and possibly watch a fight, but no. After a while you notice that all the fights are the pretty much the same and they tend to get pretty predictable, and my band is only allowed to play two songs. Overall my job is just boring, but work today was pretty exciting.

I grew up in a little town call Tecate, Baja California just across from the U.S. border in Mexico. My parents, both borned in Mexico and lived in Tecate most of their lives, met and started to make their own little family. In this little family included my sister, brother and I the oldest of three at the time. We lived with my dad’s parents in their little house. My dad was a police officer in Tecate and my mom was a stayed home mom at the time, it was decided my dad who was old fashioned. My mom then took on the hobby on learning how to cook and make food from around the world. She enjoys it a lot and she makes the most delicious foods. But, the food that has always been the most delicious one is champurrado (thick Mexican hot chocolate). My grandma (mom’s mom) taught my mom how to make champurrado but, my mom can’t perfect it like my grandma’s. When champurrado was made in the house, it meant movie night, blankets, cold night, and the family together.

It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

My first impulse was to get it into my mouth as quickly as possible, but I remembered where I was. I ran home, and on our front porch I examined my loot. The gum looked fresh. I sniffed it and it smelled all right. I licked it and waited for a while. When I did not die I crammed it into my mouth: Wrigley’s Double-Mint.”