Personal Narrative: The Case Of Trenton

“I made contact with the family. Made contact with the school. Went to the home of the family and saw the home.”

As someone who was raised on stories about American revolutionaries, I have always admired the “Great American Heroes.” After all, my history classes were filled with passages about George Washington, who dared to defy the great British Empire, Susan B. Anthony, who dared to fight the patriarchy, and Martin Luther King Jr, who dared to resist segregation…

This will be my last post in not only All Sports but in any sports forum. I told Sohil Majdi a week ago that I am no longer going to comment regardless if the Patriots won or lost. The text is saved for anyone who needs to see it.

Cornered, Terrified, and feeling the despair of the situation creeping in, I was numb. Staring at Drew and trying to grasp the situation, a flash of rage overpowers my anguish as I suddenly have a flashback of Drew welcoming me into the squad with open arms. The warmth of that time would be heaven compared to this agonizing heat and sand blasting into my face. Now though, here he is in my arms, with his pulse slowly fading. I get snapped out of it by gunshots followed by hoarse screams. We were being subdued, I had to think fast. My heart was racing out of my chest, wanting to escape this hell but my eyes scanned the situation. For a split second, everything seemed to be in slow motion and I sensed danger and instinctively ducked. Something grazed my hair, I look up to see a bullet zoom on by. With nowhere to run and location found out, I had to plant my feet and fight.

My friend Mason’s Mom took me and Mason to Cedar Point at nine in the morning. We had to drive over a long bridge to get there. We saw signs with funny jokes on them. By the time we got there it was packed we finally found a parking spot.

A subject that inspires me U.S History. I have always wanted to learn more about our country. I have never been the best at math or science, but whenever I go to my history class I was always eager to learn more. I would always show up early to class and read the chapter we were learning about and ask questions to the teacher.

me, since at every opportunity I upheld my convictions. Thus, I discovered the potency of

In the years that it was open, Alcatraz Federal Penitentiary seemed like a horrid place to live. If I were an inmate sentenced to spend my life at Alcatraz I would try to escape too. I think the three men that attempted to flee in the summer of 1962 were all highly intelligent. They came up with a very intricate, flawless plan, but I believe that the trio’s chances were too small, given their limited resources, to have successfully pulled off the escape. If there was anyway they made it out alive, I think the two skilled swimmers, Clarence and John Anglin could have done it while dropping the weak link, Frank Morris. I think the most accurate information there is about the men’s fate is the picture shown above. Although, the picture that the

In my time at North, I have had countless amazing classroom experiences. The classes that I’ll never forget though will be AP Calculus with Mrs. Buckley, AP Statistics with Mrs. Schmid, and multiple advanced science classes with Mrs. McCreery. From the funny moments and inside jokes shared with classmates to the feeling of satisfaction after finally understanding a super tough topic, I will always have terrific memories of these classes. These classes taught me to challenge myself and to always stay curious. My experiences also showed me that hard classes are as enjoyable as they are difficult. It seemed that as the classes got harder, the stronger the bond was between the students and the teacher. My life will forever be changed because of

It was a right of passage where I grew up. Beer cans littered the backroads and glistened in the moonlight. For miles around country music filled the honeysuckle perfumed air, boots hung out the passenger windows, and mud flung off the tires when we hit the highway burning rubber as far as the tires would let us. Those nights we spent on gravel roads making memories with long time friends are irreplaceable but it all changed in a split second on a beautiful, warm, and sunny morning. When my phone rang and his Moms voice came over the line and all I heard was "He's gone." Before the screaming started. It took me a while before I realized it was me screaming and I sat on the floor and waited for him to call. I thought if I waited long enough

Growing up in the small town of Livingston, Texas where the best thing to do on a Friday night was to watch the football game, or hit a long back road in the middle of nowhere; I learned who I was. In this town, everyone knows everyone and it’s hard to do anything without the whole town knowing. This has molded me into a loving, and spontaneous person who works hard for everything I desire. Livingston has grown so much since I can remember. The people, despite change in population, have always been the same. This community is so positive and kind-hearted and you feel as if you’re friends with just about anyone you meet. The environment I was raised in has always been strict, but in the long run has helped me prioritize what’s important in life.

During my sophmore year I recieved a letter from Rensselaer that simply stated the school had seen promise and was interested in me. At the time, I had never heard of Rennselaer or even considered going out of state for college. However, my curiosity took over and I looked through the school's website. I marvaled at the fantastic oppertunities RPI had in store for students in the STEM fields. I always knew that I would go to college in a STEM field but Rensselaer opened my eyes the distinct and individual paths that science can take me. Through further research, I began to see myself falling into the community of students that seemed to thrive in the rigorously intellectual enviroment of Rensselaer. Most importnatly, I connected with the school's

My initial goal was to serve my community as a lawyer. I wanted to closely study the law to defend marginalized people and help them find justice. While I worked as a paralegal, I discovered that justice was easily accessible for some, not all. I witnessed different clients of our law firm with the same criminal background and offense receive unequal sentences. My time in the courtroom and correctional facility provided me with vital leadership skills that taught me how to carefully observe, actively listen, and ask intentional questions. I observed countless jail sentences that gave some people hope and a second chance while giving others a lifetime label as a “criminal.” I listened to countless “criminals” share about what led them to jail.

When I was younger, I can remember my anticipation waiting in line with my family on a warm Sunday afternoon. There were lots of kids around us waiting to walk through the red gates and they seemed to be just as excited as my brothers and I were. When it was our turn at the gate I would stand on my tippy toes and peek my head over the counter to look into the small booth where the smiling lady stood. My face was hit with cool air from the air conditioning as I looked around. The nice lady always smiled and handed me sticker. On the sticker it read, “Fort Wayne Children’s Zoo” and had a lion and some zebras, along with other animals on it. I’d smile and press it onto my shirt. Then, I grab mommy or daddy’s hand and gleefully walk through the gates into the crowd of people.When I was little the Fort Wayne Zoo was a mystical place where I could travel all over the world in a single place, but as I grew up, I have realized that zoos are nothing but an animal jail where creatures are locked up so they never see their true roots or get to feel real natural instincts.

I have started a number of programs that were established to create a safe and supportive school for all students. One program I developed was called, “Justice Needs a Hero.” A student I was teaching confided in me that he was the victim of a hate crime in the school locker room. I was so outraged I had to do something to try to provide a safe outlet for this young man who was beaten and emotionally scarred to once again, feel safe in our school. Together the two of us found other students who felt the same way he did in our school, district and the surrounding schools. I put together a day of activities, information and a community/school support team that could assist these students in navigating their way through our schools and difficult