Personal Narrative: The City Of Washington D. C.

Growing up in the Washington metro area, and in my family specifically, has left me with a special predisposition toward the opportunity of consulting with Hilltop. Growing up, I used to question my father on his issue of the week or newest clients whenever he returned home. As a result, I was instilled with a desire to experience that same diversity of problem-solving challenges. On top of that, my family, despite being lucky enough to live in the suburbs around DC, regularly noticed the struggle of the cyclically impoverished. Whether it was on the way to a Nats game, or around my high school in the heart of DC, there are people all over DC who need help.

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

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To answer your questions, as of lately my entire week including the weekends are usually divided between school, working out, spending time with either family or friends, and back to school again. Nonetheless, I just moved to Dallas as of March 2016 to be closer to family while finishing school. In regards to my experience, I must say that living in Dallas has been a pleasant experience because I regained a lot of the amenities in regards to our religion that were hard to come by in Colorado. As far as the territories I've resided in previously, I know nothing more than the southwest region of our country between California, Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado, and Texas to name a few.

Up until 8th grade I lived in Cambridge, a sketchy, gilded age-like city on the outskirts of Boston. I lived in the central part of Cambridge, sandwiched in between the affluent undergrads, graduate students, and post-doc families or Harvard or MIT, where all the run down housing projects were and where police cars and ambulances screamed past every night because they had gotten yet another drug overdose dispatch.

On August 13, 2015 I went to watch a Baltimore Ravens preseason game. While I have been living in Baltimore City for the last five years, I had never been to a Ravens game before. It usually takes about 45 minutes to get from College Park to Downtown Baltimore. On the game day, it took us almost two hours to get there. The highway was jammed because of the game, and traffic was even tighter near the stadium. On the way to the M&T Bank Stadium, there was a short bridge that connected the highway to Downtown Baltimore. Under the bridge was a place where many homeless people were living. Some of them had beds, but many were laying on the concrete floor. On the road that led to the Stadium, there were people with signs, begging for food and money. Almost everyone that was on that road passed by those people without any consideration.

People seem to think that new york city is spectacular and magical, but thats not how i see it. Thats becauswe ive lived here all my life. Over these thirteen years, I’ve come to notice all the not-so-enchanting aspects of the city.

It was only a matter of seconds before I heard the insignificant sound that marked the start of my day. “Tsss,” hissed the brakes as the bus came to a complete stop in front of the waiting crowd and the driver opened its doors to allow passengers to get on. I hopped on as adults and students alike fought for a place on the vehicle that would take them closer to their destination. As the bus started to move, I stared out the window and watched as the buildings slowly passed by, creating a mental list of the establishments in my neighborhood. To this, I added the many libraries, hospitals, convenient stores, supermarkets, and restaurants that were scattered on the blocks leading to my school. As I mindlessly performed this task, I could not help but think of how these buildings were so different and yet so similar. On my right was a Chinese convenient store and a Latin American restaurant, and on my left was an Indian grocery store and a Middle Eastern restaurant. Although they represent countries from different

Four days, three days, two days, it's tomorrow. Although I have been counting down to this date, it is ludicrous how fast the days have gone. As I make my way to the venue I look out the window of the car and think to myself how much I am going to enjoy this night. It is the sight of an exaggerated amount of teenage angst immaculately aligned outside in the freezing cold.

The thing that I am most excited about being at WVU is simply being in Morgantown. I live in extremely rural area, so the ability to be in area where there is so much to do within walking distance is very exciting. Also, I am excited about all of the academic opportunities at WVU. The thing that makes me the most nervous about WVU is getting from class to class. Riding the PRT from Evansdale to Downtown is so stressful for me, and every time the PRT jerks or makes a weird noise my heart drops because I assume it going to stop and I am going to be stuck on it. I haven’t found taking a bus to be much better as they are always so crowded. Hopefully, as time progresses I will be less nervous about getting from class to class.

Four hundred dollars. Four hundred dollars, three hand-me-down suitcases, two crying babies, and one dream. That’s all Jose Nunez had to his name, as he walked out John F. Kennedy airport with his new wife Margarita, and his two baby children. As soon as those airport doors opened, it was like someone had turned the volume of the world all the way up. The sounds of city life boomed into existence as they stepped out into New York City for the first time. There had been many firsts that day for Jose and Margarita. Hours earlier, they had boarded their first plane. Days before, they had packed their first suitcases. They had spent a week saying their first goodbyes to a humble community in Santiago, Dominican Republic that was all they had previously

We live in the Capital Heights Kensington Area, and I have lived here all my life! There are many factors that went into my parents choosing this place to live. The originally moved to DC because it is a good place to find jobs. My parents wanted to live close to the city, but in the suburbs, making this a perfect area. They wanted to be somewhere that you don’t need to drive everywhere, and somewhere that had plenty of bike trails. Where we live also had many human factors that influenced their decision, like having sidewalks, pools and farmers market. Also, having stores and the metro close were a good things for shopping and getting to work. Another big factor was good schools, and since we have family near here, which also was a deciding

The visit to Washington, DC marked a transformation in my life: my first flight without my parents, independence on the public transportation system, and a two-week adventure that allowed me the privilege of visiting our nation's

After exiting the taxi, decided to go to his favorite restaurant in New York city, he then started walking down the sidewalk toward it, while he was walking head his phone ring and took his phone out of his pocket and answered it "Oh hey man what's up...yeah I'm here now..." he continues to talk to his friend as he arrived in front of the diner and stopped "Look I am about to get something to eat..." he stopped speaking when he noticed a guy in a black and red suit laying in the middle of the street he then continues to talk to his friend as he watched the stance man "It's really nothing...well there is a guy laying in the middle of the street in a black and red suit...What are you gonna expect, It's New York, hasn't changed a bit since the

First I went to Westside freshman school. It was at Morton. I'm from the southward but wanted to go to high school with a different crowd of people so I went to Westside. Which is the westward. But I didn't like it there, I wanted to be around upperclassmen,and it was only freshmen there. So I transferred to Shabazz. That's the southward ,where I'm from. Got there and started being around the people I grew up with and got into a lot of shit so I got expelled. My sophomore year I went back to Westside, but I went to what we call the Big Westside, it's supposed to be sophomores and up, but that year they changed it and made two different Westside High school, so both had freshman in it. There I got into alot of shit because I'm crip,so they