Personal Narrative : Personal Experience

. It persuaded the supreme court of the U.S. to rule in Buchanan vs. Warley (1917) that state and local governments cannot officially segregate African Americans into separate residential districts. The Court's opinion reflected the jurisprudence of property rights and freedom of contract as embodied in the earlier precedent it established in Lochner vs. New York. (1916), chairman Joel Spingarn invited James Weldon Johnson to serve as field secretary. Johnson was a former U.S. consul to Venezuela and a noted African-American scholar and columnist. Within four years, Johnson was instrumental in increasing the NAACP's membership from 9,000 to almost 90,000. They have also been apart of civil rights movements and have also been known to fight

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.

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 was six A.M. on a beautiful yet brisk Saturday morning and I was fast asleep. Suddenly I was ripped from my blissful dream world by the incessant blaring of my alarm. Groggy, I shut off the alarm and stumbled into the kitchen for breakfast. I had a light breakfast consisting of warm cinnamon toast and butter so as to not upset my stomach during the looming Cross Country race.

“....there were only fifteen thousand polar bears in the world and five billion of me. To let one of them devour my all-too-common flesh would if only slightly, help adjust the grievous imbalance,” - Lawrence Millman. Polar bears are examples of Arctic animals and are very fascinating. Unfortunately, their population is lessening. Some of these threats will critically decrease the population, making it harder for polar bears to survive.

I am not one to pick up hitchhikers, it’s just not safe, everyone knows that but for some

I didn’t make any mistakes. I was the perfect gentleman every girl likes to talk about, but would run for the hills if they had to put up with a blank piece of paper. Well, the evening was over now and I was pulling up to her front door. To my surprise, her parents were waiting for the two of us with bright smiles.

Some of the hardest things in life make you realize what you really appreciate. One such instance took place in a remote part of Wyoming far away from everything and everyone. However, such an experience made one couple closer and taught them how valuable family really is.

This will be my ninth week working with Community Partnership of the Ozark. During this week I was able to help set up for a Triple P training and I also began to read my Facilitators manual for the Triple P training I took last week on level 2.I set up for a level 3 training, I set up the tables and chairs in a U shape in order to create equality and interaction. I also made sure they had all the materials required in order to do the training. The training is intended for parents with children ages 0-12. Level 3 consists of a four session intervention, target parents of children with mild to moderate behavior difficulties and includes active skills training for parents (Ralph and Sanders). Level 3 is a face to face or telephone intervention

I was only thirteen when I first began to ask “who am i?” My parents would tell me stories of where I’m from, and how Sudan is like. My little brain couldn’t grasp the idea of having family, people that look like me, in the other side of the world. Going there was a dream for me, I had this vision in my head, this adventure I thought waiting for me, and so, I began to nag! “Can we go this summer daddy?” became one of my favorite things to say. I asked and asked, until I got what I wanted.

Have you ever been so mad at one of your parents and said something you regret? Well I sure have... and my mom heard it.

My eyes shoot open, blood rushes through my veins, a harsh ring pierces my ears, adrenaline jumpstarts my nervous system. Catapulting out of bed, feet crash onto the wood floor with a resounding thud, vibrations shoot up my legs. Intent on murdering my morning nemesis, I take aim at the blaring red-eyed demon sitting next to the fan. Striking with a swift click of the on/off switch, I end the incessant blare of my alarm. "6:15, Monday, not late." A relieved sigh escapes my lips, gaze shifting to my dresser. My anxiety calms quickly, and I notice the cold wooden floor nips at my toes.

“Rima, honey, hurry up or you'll be late for school." my father called down the stairs, trying to make it seem like he still cares.

Do you ever miss the sense of unfamiliarity a space used to hold for you? Perhaps attempted to remember the feeling you had the very first time you walked through the place you now confidently call home? I crave the rush of exploring somewhere foreign to me, and chase the excitement of strange settings tirelessly. While walking towards the famous Sweet Auburn Market with my classmates, my mind was already racing. I couldn’t help but wonder how differently each one of us would experience and view the space. We all carry lenses through which we view the world with styles original to us. Amazingly we all come from an extremely diverse range of cultures, backgrounds, and personal experiences that would shape the connections we would soon make.