Personal Narrative: Rosa Parks

Her father decided to go further north, but her mother didn't want to stay in

When Claudette and her friends went onto the bus there weren’t any white on board so didn't have to pay then get off and go through the back door of the bus. They were free to go down the aisle. Claudette and her three friends sat in the same aisle. But as they went down every block the bus started to fill up with more and more white and black passengers. Then she realized that a white lady was standing up on the aisle and as usual the bus driver told them to get up and move to the back.

Attention Grabber: catch the reader’s attention (Can be a surprising statistic, a rhetorical question, an anecdote or a summary of a fact)-Rosa Parks didn’t STAND UP for her civil rights, she SAT DOWN for them.

Informative speech outline- courtesy of Tiffany Smith who gave this speech right after Rosa Parks died.

She a black American Locked up like a bird with now wings Her freedom was lost Her rights fell in a hole of neglect. She waited all night and all day trying not to forget hope.

Henry had a lot of courage going into the first battle. He didn't truly know what war was like so that might be why he wasn't scared. The first battle was not very brutal and Henry stayed calm. His friends were calm as well and Henry didn't want to seem like a coward if he ran away. Henry got some respect for staying during the first battle. There was a different story however for the second battle.

Rosa Parks’ courage to stand up for rights as a citizen of the USA inspires me to this day to stand up for the ideals of freedom & justice for all. Rosa Parks influenced many northerners & lawmakers to look squarely at the discrimination victimizing Alabama’s black people, and work to correct injustice.

“Racism is still with us. But it is up to us to prepare our children for what they have to meet, and, hopefully, we shall overcome” (Rosa Parks). Rosa Parks, an African American activist for racial equality, stated this in hopes that older generations will teach equality to the younger people of American society. Racial discrimination is commonly thought of as a historic issue that has been largely resolved in today’s day and age. Since slavery was abolished in the United States in the mid-1800s, many people choose to regard inequality as a past issue. However, racism since then has continued in society and has been taught to every following generation. Present in the mid-1900s, nearly one-hundred years

8 o'clock a.m. comes very early every day especially the ability to be present prepared and in my seat when class begins but I have learned in my college experience what my ability to be outside my comfort zone and not just sit next to a complete stranger but also engage in conversation is a great quality to possess I'm very intrigued Bubba Durham and myself have more and common with each other despite our differences Bubba Durham is a fresh out of high school 19 year old guy who is worldly inexperienced a few more differences. A few more differences that bubba possesses and I don't that he has never been married therefore he has never been divorced nor does he have children so he also has no knowledge first hand to

Even through the 1950s, Kansas City and Chicago were very well connected major Midwestern cities. As an upper middle class college-aged man from Kansas looking to make it in the late 50s and achieve his own American Dream, Chicago was a natural place for me to move for college. In 1957, I was a college junior at Loyola University Chicago, a Jesuit university on the north side of Chicago. Surrounded every day by minorities and immigrant groups in Rogers Park, as well as living in a larger dense urban environment, it should come as no surprise that Loyola students were more social-justice oriented than many students in other parts of the United States (Loyola Chicago).

2014 Fall Semester in the begining was going pretty good i was excited to began school , adapting to the new college life, and interacting with friends and new people. I was attending all my classes on time , studying , and completing the required assigments that needed to be done. I also was working a full-time at Gensis Logistics it wasnt easy trying to manage my schedule , but i tried to make it work the best i could. MTE 1 , 3 , and SDV was a breeze to me I was completing my assigments , studying , and understanding the information that was given to me. Now on the otherhand ENG wasn't hard for me i just didnt understand the content that was teached by the teacher. English was always the strongest subject for me so i couldnt understand why it was such a problem in college , maybe it was the teacher and her teaching methods. I never understood any information that was given it seemed to me like our class was always off topic one class period we would talk english, and then another class period we would talk about something else besides english. Then she assigned papers and assigments that was unfamilar to me it seem like everytime she assigned the class papers

After a long day of work Rosa was on her way home. She got on the bus, paid the bus driver, and then found a spot to sit. She sat in the first empty seat for blacks with three others. At the following stop a white man got onto the bus. The bus driver ordered the four women to

As of now I must have my parents turning in their graves with what I am doing now. I stood in a boxing ring in a room full of men that looked at me like I was their prey, the person they would feast on. Hungry looks cover the faces of the paunchy men. I was hired to dance for the men in an outfit that left nothing to the imagination; I was practically naked. Money was money and I really need the cash they are offering. But the fact that a good amount of cash would be coming my way, I was fearful of what would happen after I was done dancing. Black boys stood in front of the ring. Some with uncomfortable faces, others with the same expressions as the white men in the room. Soon enough, someone clicked play on a stereo and I began to dance.

Eighth grade isn’t the best time to tell oneself to write a novel. It was an English assignment we had to do over the course of November, and the bare minimum was to write 10,000 words--so merely a novel. I initially scoffed at the thought of even attempting to write beyond the minimum. I didn’t think any teacher would bother to read each of his or her’s 120 students’ 10,000 words or more novels, so I didn’t see the point of writing anything up to par.

“Get up now!” a furious bus driver spits out at one of his passenger who is sitting there as still as a statue, despite the steaming driver leaning over her. She knew eventually the driver would kick her out of the seat that she got to first, so without saying anything she gets up and stands in the back. She remembered to keep her temper as she walked to the back and so she didn’t do anything to stop those snarls from the white people. She looked up from the ground when she reached the back of the bus. She saw all the whites in the front of the bus sitting on nice clean seats. She looked down again. She looked at her skin. She couldn’t hold it anymore, she kicked a rock in front of her, luckily, it didn’t got too far. It flew a few inches ahead.