Personal Narrative: The Black Ranger

This summer, in the first week of August, we went to Brighton, Michigan. I along with my grandma Sharon, my same age uncles: Logan and Cole, and my brother Hayden were all going. At 10:30 AM we left, getting into her in her car piling our stuff in. This consisted for me of 3 books, a deck of cards, a stick of deodorant and a few changes of clothes. I finished the first book, Rangers Apprentice The Lost Stories, about three hours down the road and halfway through it we stopped at the Iowa I-80 truck stop, the world's largest truck stop, for lunch. After that I talked with Cole for another two hours. We stopped at a rest stop just out of Chicago and stretched out our legs. from there it was a straight run up into Michigan and from there into

The worker contacted Misty Black who is a friend of Brittany Hardin. Mrs. Black stated “Brittany was in a situation where her ex (well she told me they were already broken up at the time) had assaulted her. Brittany had called me after Ronita Grady had hit her so I immediately called the police and made my way to Brittany. When I arrived the OCPD were already there speaking to Brittany. The officers also spoke to me and I told him I was the one who called them. After the police left Brittany and the boys stayed with me for a couple days because Brittany was still shaken up. The boys all seemed okay, I don’t think they really knew what had just happened. Brittany thanked me for helping her, because at the time we weren’t really speaking to

Ever since I was a young child, my parents always told me to try my best in school, they always told me this for the reason that they never had the opportunity to have a good job because they never finished school. This event is shaping me to care a lot regarding my education. In addition to that, another event that has shaped me to become the person I am today is that since my parents don’t have good paying jobs they have to work hard to take care of me and my siblings this event has caused me to become a hard working person and to seize all opportunities to live a good life because I don’t want to struggle like my parents.

I grew up in poverty with a small family, which consisted of my mother, sister, two step brothers, and my father who has a no contact order with my sister and me. Many of my peers often complain about how much they hate school and would rather be at home. But for me school was my escape from another world. A world I have no choice but to withstand. A world where shootings are common, where drugs are everywhere, where police patrol every Tuesday and Thursday; the darker side of Seattle. With both my parents being immigrants coming from war-torn countries we had no choice where to live, to eat, and to learn. As a family, we had no help from anyone so we had to keep our head up and persevere.

Nassau 1707, it’s crisp the ocean breeze blows. The weather is sunny and the smell of salt elude in the air. Bells sound as other vessels make way into port.

With my recent launch of the Black Men Lead Initiative, it may easy for some to postulate that I have it all together as a black man. It might be part of a natural and logical progression to establish the belief that I have excelled in the area of being a strong, engaged and infallible black man. However, your speculations and assumptions would be inaccurate. Although I consider myself to be the quintessential black man, I am far from perfect. I have failed on many occasions, by the world’s standard of failure.

It was a bright sunny day me and my friend chandler were riding rangers all day. We were mudding and we was about to be done and then we went on warehousers land and rode around there was mud and trails.

Overcoming these obstacles has made me a mature and strong individual. I am proud of what I have accomplished, even with the hardships that I have had to face and my biggest goal is to make my parents proud.

Through out my life I struggle with academics, I had no one to guide me. Everything I do is from learning from my mistakes. It was a struggle, but with each struggle there’s a lesson to learn. Despite struggling academically, due to environmental circumstances, my parent’s struggle and instilled values empowered me to work hard to my best abilities. As I sit here writing this statement, I planned to write about my academics. But honestly, I wanted to take a detour from the traditional paper talking about my academic abilities. I want to write about the journey that I took to get where I am, and how it crafts my characteristics.

I simply had an innate sense that I could do anything if I was willing to work hard enough. I was the victim of emotional and physical abuse and somewhere along the way that strong-willed, brave, independent little girl got lost. Still yet, school was the one place that I found solace in my life, but one I started believing the lies I was told, I began believing that I was worthless, not smart enough, couldn’t do anything right, and that my only worth was found in who I could

Once upon a time, there was a group of three who saved the world from evil. They called themselves the Power Rangers. There was nothing that could stop them, with all three of them together, they were nearly unstoppable. Their stories will be forever lasting, told and shared throughout many families around the world, they were a legend. Like gods, the people of the world looked up to them.

When I was a kid, school for me was waking up early in the morning. I also have to study a lot in school, then after school I have to do homework. I remember my first day at school. My mom and dad, both were so happy and prepared but I was so nervous and cheerless. I didn’t like to wake up early in the morning for school , but as time flew by I started loving school which made me wake up with energy instead of tiredness. I began to enjoy the school as I made new friends and I got to know how it is like when you meet people out of your neighborhood. With my friends I had lunch together and study together. I started to understand what the purpose of the education system. Based on what I understood I think the purpose of education is really aimed at helping students get to the point where they can learn to be on their own. In this journey of education I had a lot of positive and few negative experiences,but the negative experiences also helped me growing. Positive experiences are my teachers helping me improve, and I improved more when I moved to the United States.

When I was four years old, I wanted to be a Power Ranger. I remember every Saturday morning watching them fighting and defeating their foes. My favorite character was the Black Ranger. I loved his vitality, his charisma, and his zeal. As a young boy, he showed me that anything could be accomplished or overcome through teamwork. Through him, I learned what it meant to accomplish a goal and set new ones. Power Rangers was a way I could escape from what I saw every day in San Pedro Sula, Honduras. Outside of my living room and on the streets, I saw the same villains in my favorite TV show. However, these villains were not defeated as easily. There were no Power Rangers to save the people in my neighborhood.

I want to talk to you about how it is not will nor the ability that I have that will be the reason of why I succeed or fail it is due to the systemic challenges that are placed in schools. I know your educations and my sister’s as well since I’ve have asked you before and have told me. You loved to go to school and would have to do chores in order to go since you where the eldest. It ended when you got to the 6th grade where my grandmother decided to not let you go to school anymore since she though it was better for you to stay home and help out. My sister had it easier than you she was able to go all the way to college, but then quit since of my father’s death then her having depression afterwards. Me it was harder since of the negativity I had flowing toward me at a young age due to me having ADHD and people just seeing it at “oh that how he is.” That I choose that way and that there wasn’t anything wrong with me but it was thanks to you later on in middle school where I was finally treated. But during that time another mentality came to my mind and it was the idea of Meritocracy and Deficit Model. My teacher kept on repeating over and over that if I were to work hard I would get a good job and live a good life. Which many years in public school caused this to be reinforced. What also reinforced these are where the exception stories which also reinforced these ideas. It wasn’t until talking ethnic studies classes where these ideologies died off.

If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again, then quite, no use being a damn fool about it (W.C. Fields). I come from a big family with nine sisters and 3 brothers, and to see all of them educated and love to go to school makes me really happy. My little brother and sister’s wakes up with agitation and excitement to go to school. I come from a family where both of my parents did not attend school, no high school diploma, and no certificate and to see both mom and dad pushing me to be the best at what I’m good at is a holy feeling. Mom and Dad were not born in the united states my mom was born in Somalia and my dad was born Yemen, when I’m goof of time I ask my parents how was school like back In the days and they tell me how lucky I am going to school because they did not have the money and the freedom to attend school therefor she pushes me to become better than my father because my father did not attend school either. I’m pretty sure if my parents were eligible in going to school they would have went, but the time and place wasn’t right. Aside from where I’m from a mom who yells at me when I bring back a D or an F, a mom who pushes me to go to school every day, a mom who disciplines me is a mom that I love. You cant forget my dad , my dad also teaches me to respect others and sometimes in life you are going to struggle but a father teaches you to never stop trying even though you keep failing. When im struggling in school I think of it like this , my dad struggles