Personal Narrative: The City Of Gilbert

Even though I’ve eaten lobster rolls, sported L.L. Bean jackets, and cruised lighthouse-studded coastlines, I am anything but a New-Englander. Though this has been by 4th year in Massachusetts, I still feel like I’m still the new kid on the block, the midwestern girl who’s naive to the traditions and expectations of New England. But, I am comfortable here, a result of many challenges I had to face over the time I spent in Massachusetts. These challenges did not arise when I first moved out—I was very unhappy the first and second year—it was during Sophomore year, when I started to adapt and be happy, did challenges from home spring forth on me. These challenges were from the people that I had left, family, friends, and others who felt that

Green, black and white, the colors we represented from kindergarten on. The pride we had for Southlake Carroll was indescribable. Our Friday nights consisted of the lights of the stadium and families who eat, sleep and breathe “The Tradition”. We were raised to become the Dragons or in my case the endless hours of training to become an Emerald Belle wasn’t an option, it was a lifestyle. Although Southlake is known for great academics the favoritism was very noticeable. I was spoiled with the leniency of the teachers who felt sympathy for my fourteen hour days. I got free passes and green lights, not gonna lie, it was pretty great. When I got hurt and my training to become the highly idolized Emerald Belle came to an end, so did the free passes.

I have written many essays since I was in middle school yet most of my writing was not that important besides for a grade. Yet there is one piece of writing I wrote that change my life and felt that it had an important impact to The City of Chicago. My teacher during that time wanted the class to enter in a citywide competition, which is called “Do The Write Thing”. It is a way for students to voice their opinions on how to stop the violence in Chicago. I wanted to help reduce the violence in Chicago since many youths are being killed in the streets every single day. In my paper, I mainly focused on three body paragraphs. The first one was why the violence in the city was increasing. The second one was some type of violence that I have witness in my own personal life. The final paragraph

After my research of the neighborhood and, statistic facts it is clear that the Kings County population environment is very upkeep however, the community does not rank well using the healthcare assets accessible to them. There is a moment destitute and neediness level populace inside of this county. The insights and registration are tackled the region all in all, and not singular towns inside of the area. Consequently, the main source of death among the Kings County populace was heart disease and, cancer I feel as though based on the statistics of insured individuals it is determined that either the population is not utilizing the health care coverage and, or health resources that are in place for the community. I can honestly say that based on my community assessment that a major factor that always seems to matter is the high income families compared to the lower income families. According to the statistics it is evident that the numbers declined on topics such as health issues like Obesity and, childhood obesity, due to the fact that the higher income counties were able to provide a more healthy eating habit for their families where as the low income families tend to eat more affordable foods such as fast

I, Odis Jenkins, of the city of Jacksonville Fl, Duval county , Florida ,being of sound mind and disposing memory ,do hereby make, publish and declare this to be my last will and testament, hereby revoking all wills and codicils by me heretofore made

I stayed there for a yr and I didn't like it, I wanted to go home after one week of me being

Who would have known traveling could be such a hassle? Especially when moving from Wilson, North Carolina to boring Goldsboro. Especially when having strict parents, an annoying sister, a spoiled brother and an innocent me stuffed in a van, just to move only 26.4 miles. Moving cannot be that dreadful, I tried considering to myself. Making new friends and memories are not the worst thing in the world. There was only one slight problem …school. It was fall of third grade and everything was different. From math to English to science, concepts were thrown at me that I was so sure that I had never seen at my previous school. So at first sight of trouble, I turned to my parents, but only to end up with a frustrated me and a very agitated mother.

The city of Chicago has been displayed as a dangerous city in which all residents are affiliated with drugs, gangs, and misconduct of firearms. Whether someone fits into this stereotype or not, is normally based on their surroundings and their interactions with others. Growing up in Gage Park, named one of the worst neighborhoods, falling into this stereotype and becoming affiliated with drugs, guns, and gangs, would not be too hard for someone to do. However, I have lived in Gage Park my whole life and have not fallen into the status quo. I have had family members and friends fall into this realm of unpleasantness and watching them become another wrong kind of statistic is upsetting. I have been faced with the decision of continuing to have

Lotes en Cleveland Heights. Sucio, basura por todas partes. Pero imagine uno como un jardín. Eso era verdad. (Lots in Cleveland Heights. Dirty, trash everywhere. But imagine one as a garden. That was true.)

At the request of the OCSO I responded to the scene in the town of Clay, (Onondaga County), New York on 02/19/2017. I arrived on scene at 19:33 and met with Deputy Tanya Wickline who briefed me regarding the case. The weather was cloudy with no precipitation with the outdoor temperature of 50⁰F.

I have lived in two distinct communities: the first was the town of Moraga, the second, is the city of Stockton. The former is the epitome of white picket fence suburbia, with friendly neighbors, a high ranking public school system, and a non-existent crime rate. Growing up in Moraga, I was able to receive a great education, roam around freely, and never feared horrors such as gang shootings and drug abuse. Sadly, when I moved to the latter, most of these horrors were apparent weekly.

Gibson County, redneck central, hillbilly heaven, Gibco, this is the place I have called home for the past 17 years. On March 6, 1998, I was born in Evansville, Indiana, at Welborn Hospital about 35 minutes away from Haubstadt. After I made it out of the NICU, I was taken home to RR1 Box 108, in Haubstadt, Indiana. My home, since birth, has been situated on the border of Haubstadt, Owensville, Cynthiana, and Posey County. Some of my neighbors have Haubstadt addresses with Fort Branch zip codes and Owensville phone numbers! It’s strange to say the least, but I wouldn’t fancy living anywhere else.

On April 21, Downingtown West has the privilege of meeting the few remaining survivors of the horrifying genocide, known as the Holocaust, for possibly the last time. I would be beyond honored to meet and escort one of these amazingly strong human beings. Personally, I am an outgoing and strong individual. I am a wonderful leader as well as a terrific listener. I am self-aware and would contribute the kindness West has to offer. Making our guest feel comfortable is our number one goal. I will be supporting them in anyway possible. I believe being familiar with my school and knowing most of the student body can be used to my advantage. Whether taking our guest to the restroom or just having a conversation, I will do everything within my power

Brevard is about two hours or so north of Miami-Dade. Most people recognize the city of Cocoa Beach or nearby Kennedy Space Center. As a matter of fact, I merely step out into my backyard and watch the rocket launches, if there are enough clouds (notice my inclusion of meteorology wink) for the shock waves to bounce off, pictures sometimes get rattled from the wall.

I grew(verb) up in a community called Tradesville(noun) located in Lancaster South Carolina. When ever your in Tadesville you know you are home once have you seen the green(adjective)grass near the tabernacle church and(conjunction) the old 1920's looking house near the church. One thing I(pronoun) remember growing up in Tradesville was in the spring time you could smell the freshly(adverb) cut pasture next to my house and the pallin blowing around in the spring air. When I was a little boy during the summer or early spring I would often play under the shade tree in the back yard. I remember it like it was yesterday. My favorite place to play was also in the front yard digging with my dad's shovel and smelling the