Personal Narrative: The City Of Chicago

It was a nice summer morning we I was all of a suden shoke like turbulence on a plane to wake up. It turns out I slept threw my alarm to wake up for the day. It was about 11:00 am and today we were heading to Florida and our flight takes off at 1:00 pm. You may think that we had time to make the airport in Milwaukee but, we had to drive all the way to Chicago, Illinois because there was no flight for Florida in Milwaukee. Luckily I had packed the day before with the rest of my family so all we had to do was wait for our aunt Lisa to take us to the aiport in Chicago. She showed up five minutes later with a mini van and there was about seven of us jammed in there. It was alright for me because in our family if you called “shot-gun” or “I

My family and I went to Chicago, for a family reunion. We took a plane there and you could see everything, windmills, houses ,roads, field, and clouds. The flight was only about one hour long from Omaha to Chicago. When we got to the airport in Chicago and there were people shoulder, a bunch of people in line to board planes. The only thought that went thought that came to my mind, was that when we come back to go home we will wait for hours to board the plane to take us back to Omaha.

grew up in Chicago, Illinois, a beautiful city surrounded by violence and controversy by the media. I found things more simple when I was kid growing up here, there wasn't much to worry about but as I got older things became more complex here. The sounds of the " L "' or as you know it as, The Train, and the roaring sounds of cars passing by my house made me feel alive while growing up and as a matter of fact still does. You could wake up in the morning and see the vibrant blue skies being pierced by the skyscrapers and see other kids playing ball or riding their bikes. When it was summer time I would play ins sprinklers or go downtown and play in the fountains with my family. Of course, like most big cities I had to watch my back while growing up because you never knew what somebody was up to. It's weird really growing up here because you never know what's going to happen next , wether it's a good thing or a bad thing. All I can really say about growing up in Chicago is that if I had the chance to redo it, I'd do if a million times.

Growing up in the Chicago area was a great experience for me, I was always a good kid but I had always struggled in school. The reason that I had a hard time in school was that I had A.D.D which was the cause of my distraction. Entering Pritzker College Prep was a different experience for me because I was overwhelmed, the reason as to why I felt overwhelmed was because of the amount of homework we got. I ended up spending nights where I would do my homework and wouldn’t get a sufficient amount of sleep and would also cause me to fall asleep in class. My grades started to drop which caused me to stop caring in school, so I also decided to just stop doing my homework and it caused a decrease in my grades.

New York is a state where there are big lights and lots of people and busy streets. I live in Brooklyn, New York and I was born here and I have lived here all my life. Personally, where I live I can walk to go get groceries that I need and everything is in walking distance. I take the public subway or the bus to get to school and there are many public schools here in Brooklyn, New York. There are delis and corner stores almost around every block. Here in Brooklyn, it is very noisy and busy. I am so used to the noise that I can sleep soundly even with all the noise that surrounds my house. Personally, I think that if I were not born here or was not a New Yorker, I would plan to move here when I get older.

The pleasures of Rapid City were in my sights when I asked Malory to make the 2-hour trip with me.To begin our trip to Rapid, we would get in my cobalt, and drive to the Dupree Cenex to fill up on snacks, drinks, and gas. Mallory would get Root Beer and Pringles. I would get M&M’s and Cherry Sprite. We would get in the car, after we filled it up with gas, put on our favorite music, and truly start the trip.

It's been over five years since I have been home, to the north side of Chicago, I cannot believe it has changed so much in such a short time. The streets are filled with new buildings, new businesses, and so much snow. I don't remember the winters being this cold. Leaving Atlanta to go see my family in Chicago is a tough decision but I had to see my grandmother who is turning ninety years old this weekend and my family is throwing her a huge birthday party in Chinatown because my grand loves that culture and the food. I was supposed to meet the family right after I landed at O'Hare Airport. However, I needed to shower and change so I decided to check into the Peninsula Hotel, which I have always wanted to stay in, it is such a beautiful

The american suburbs are a valuable community for families. Some would debate that they are the best place to raise a family. They can provide a safe, loving, and nourishing place for a child to grow up. On the other hand they provide a sheltered, unexposed, place to grow up. Suburbs are places with community and family and are a very important part of today's society and culture. Although suburbs seems like such a great place to live their are still so many problems within them and a huge lack of true christianity.

On a brisk Friday in November, I, along with my boyfriend, his mother, and their pet pomeranian, were settled in the back of a 2014 Chevy Malibu and prepared to depart for his brother’s abode in southern Illinois. Despite residing in the state alongside it, I was completely unfamiliar with Illinois and looking forward to seeing how the land might contrast from what I was familiar with. I had mentally depicted bustling cities and a nonexistent rural atmosphere, but was taken aback when the “Welcome to Illinois” sign passed us by in a flash and nothing but miles of uninhabited land followed it.

The Dayton community is a unique, diverse, and energetic family to be a part of while studying abroad. When I first went abroad, I had a small network of friends that I knew were going to be on the trip, as well, but there were many other students that I did not know. However, after a few days, strangers became friends. There is a quote that says, “It’s not about where you are, but who you’re with”. I live by this quote and agree that my trip to Rome would not have been what was without my classmates by my side. In addition, I have learned many new things about myself by spending my time in Rome with my classmates. Our common interest of UD provided us with a bond that united us to truly become our own little community amongst the thousands of people in Rome

When deciding to look into Milwaukee I seen potential in the city that I could find useful to myself. Not only did I see Milwaukee as an opportunity to broaden my horizons, I also found it as a location that I can also give back to. When growing up I realized that my family was one that was not as fortunate as others. For such a long time I found myself viewing my misfortune as a negative, rather than using my misfortunes as positive energy to help myself and others around me who may be on a tough path in life. Over time I have developed a strong sense of caring for others and viewing each person that I approach as a capsule of harnessed potential that needs to be exposed.

Last week I went to Chicago to help out my sister, who was having surgery. I felt as if I’d stepped into an alternate universe. The hospital (Northwestern Memorial, one of the finest in the country) reminded me of a gleaming convention hotel, with vast meeting spaces and sumptuous food courts. My sister had a spacious private room with a fold-out couch in case I wanted to stay over. There were plenty of empty beds. Attentive nurses were at her beck and call. The day she was scheduled to go home, her surgeon dropped by and encouraged her to stay an extra night because she looked a little tired. My jaw dropped. We Canadians can only dream of such luxuries.

Where are the prayers when those suffering don't look like you? Where is the outrage when the victims don't pray like you? Why don’t we cry when the hurt don’t live like you? In the days since the City of Lights was rocked by more horrific attacks, there have been hundreds of articles written, thousands of opinion pieces published, and millions of statuses shared. I, like so many others was fixated on the TV screen, my thumbs scrolling through my Twitter newsfeed, as the attacks played out on realtime over the internet and the airwaves.

Beaches, sunshine, beautiful women a melting pot of cultures, these are just a few things that may come to someone’s mind when they are asked about Miami. Miami is a vibrant city that changed from the retirement capital of the world to a top tourist destination. People from around the world come to Miami to experience the nightlife on South Beach, our warm weather and exquisite cuisine. However, inside Miami-Dade County there are various cities that I’ve resided in and consider them all to be a part of what makes Miami so diverse. Most importantly Miami is not only my city it’s my home. Opa-Locka, EL Portal and Hialeah are cities that have made up most of my memories as I was growing up.

I’m seventeen now, it’s been three years since dally died. Me, Darry, and Soda, decided to move away after that, try and avoid the heat. I've been in Chicago for a while now and I've gotten good at city living. It’s real hard gettin money though, Darry got a job as a carpenter, and Sodapop’s just been exploring the new streets. He’s pretty popular in his new gang, we all miss the old crew and all but it was for the best that we got as far away as possible. I've dropped out of school and I mostly just stick around with soda and the gang, but right now, I’m just trying to enjoy a nice nap. “Pony. Pony get up”