Personal Narrative: The City Of Livingston

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

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

I witnessed my cousins boyfriend corpse lying on my neighbors lawn. It was a humid summer night around 3:30 when I peeked through my window and saw my devastated cousin sobbing uncontrollably on my decaying porch. Being from East chicago, Indiana has transformed me into the person I am today.

I’m from a town where everyone knows everyone. My sense of place and connection lies within my hometown. The citizens of Yuba City constitute my community. I was born and raised in this farm town and I love every square mile of it. I identify with the people of Yuba City as my community because we all share love and compassion for this town. To me Yuba City isn’t just a small rural town, but it is the place that forged and crafted me into the person I am today.

Growing up, my family was my community and my community was my family; and still is to this day. Throughout the years, they have taught me key principles of life and shaped me into the person I have become. From the good times to the bad, the community of Athens, Texas…These little things being events such as Friday night football games, church on Sunday morning, the annual Henderson County Livestock Show, Fiddlers Festival, and so much more. The traditions of my hometown have been around for centuries and I hope it remains that way for the years to come because that’s what makes Athens feel like home.

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

In the small city of Harvill, there were a group of investigators. The six of them named Willy, Mary, Shawn, twins, Jojo and Carol, and I, Hubert. We solved many crimes though the one where had recently started was an interesting and puzzling one. We were the only ones qualified who could actually solve a case. There was a killer amuck.

I keep running from one to another. The rooms are big with white walls and ceilings. Here and there bright colors decorate the walls. Small groups of people converse over their opinions. Children reach out to touch and their mothers pull them in, smacking their hands and telling them no. I stop and spin around, trying to absorb everything around me. Then I stop and stare.

I was born and raised in the wonderful and populous city of Houston. At first I possessed a young and carefree attitude,but slowly my thoughts started to revolve around the real world in different ways. Not always was I able to get the things I desired due to various circumstances, such as not enough money. This started to pave way to my deeper thoughts about the world, and how I wished to become someone who would take care of my parents. Slowly, I started to witness the problems and worries of my parents concerning monetary issues and so forth. My parents always smile brightly and did not show any signs of pain, because they did not want to worry a small child like me.After witnessing some of their occasional pain, this also hurt me and made

It was Thanksgiving break and I could not, for the life of me, fall asleep. Given the trend of binge-watching Star Wars with my two older brothers over the previous week until well past midnight, it did not surprise me. So I went downstairs to the living room and picked up my Mom’s latest read, “Humans of New York.” As I opened it I couldn’t help but chuckle, “Mom, reading a picture book? She’s usually a serious reader.” However, as I read the captions to each picture, a realization dawned upon me. There was a common element threaded throughout the stories. Life, can be a struggle. It is one long game and you only get to play once. We all deal with life differently, take different routes, and end up in different places. But the important thing

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

Enduring so much with my community has caused me to become emotionally attached to it. Thus, my community can make or break my future. I fear that the love of my community may suppress my desire to branch out to distant places such as Columbus, Mississippi, and Baltimore, Maryland. However, what I failed to realize initially was that when I move to different places, I will develop a new community that will also offer moral support and encouragement—just like my former community. As a result, I believe that community will greatly impact

For 27 years I have lived in Dayton, Ohio but I was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. My parents and I moved to Ohio when I was 14 years old. I now live with my wife Bella who is 39, my 19 year old son Tom, and Sally, my 12 year old daughter. I work as an apothecary at the local drugstore and Tom makes boots at the leather shop.

Throughout the twists and turns of life, many people look back on their hometowns with a sense of fondness and contentment. For me, moving around my whole life, I look back on the places I have lived with a calculating look; different people are quite easy to read after being an outsider for so long. For myself, growing up without somewhere to call “home”, I taught myself how to read others and how to understand what drives them and their choices. Growing up without a home community taught me to understand and conform to the vast cultures that this state has in my attempt to “fit in” as a child.

The lyricists here are talking about connecting with home. In order to connect with home, you have to find it. And I have found a home in the City of Hamilton. Although I wasn’t born in Hamilton like many of my peers, I have established ties and relationships with the City and her citizens. For this reason, I would like to be the Mayor of the City of Hamilton for Civic Day.