Personal Narrative: The Statue Of Liberty

Today I arrived at Ms. Porter's house at 8:00am. We were supposed to go to Trenton to

I looked down to the beautiful ocean. One morning I ate breakfast and took a nap then woke up to the crashing thunder. Everyone was screaming. No one in Germany has seen water for the past few years. I really wanted to dance in the rain but I know it was different. I was a big storm! I ran to my room and started to pack I know we had a few days until we saw the lady of liberty. I woke up to the sound of the horn from the time I got on the boat. I quickly checked to see if I forgot anything and ran out on the crowded deck. When the fog lifted all of the immigrants saw the lady of liberty. Everyone was surprised to see the copper lady of liberty. The first class finally got off of the boat and hurried off on to land. I was walking courasly to the large building. I was following the crowd. I got a number on my brown coat and sat down. It was a hard day. Yes! Finally! I finally touched the ground of the New York Harbor. I waited all my life to go into America. At first I didn’t know what to do so I walked around saying Sperancy douche (Do you speak German?) Finally someone tall looked at

We’re going to visit Washington D.C since my aunt and uncle moved there for their jobs last summer. We have to go on a plane and i’m so excited! I can’t stop thinking about all of the monuments and memorials i’ll see there. This is probably going to be the best 2 weeks of my life! I hope I have a great time.

It was the Spring of 1903, and I was part of a huge crowd of Immigrants packed onto one steamship. All I was hopeful for was to have a better life in America, as it was a land of hope where immigrants from all over the world came. However, my hope had started to diminish as the conditions on the boat were absolutely terrible. It was a combination of the stench and the number of people packed onto the ship. The ship was very dirty and smelly, and there were only two bathrooms, which were also unclean. In addition, everywhere I looked there were people getting extremely sick. The ship was also hot, so every single person on board was sweaty, and no one showered, therefore the stench was unbelievable. It felt as if the voyage took years to complete, but finally, the voyage had ended. At that point, everyone gathered on deck to see the one and only Statue of Liberty, that had welcomed me into the United States of America.

Despite the fact that the alarm is blaring at an earlier time than usual, I couldn’t be anymore ecstatic. I’d forgotten what it’s like to wake up in the City that never sleeps. Quickly getting dressed and running out the door, I look over my schedule. Still in disbelief that I’m actually here, and the fact that the city is my campus still amazes me. I make it through the hustle and bustle of the city streets that only New York can provide. I run into some girls that I recognized from orientation who seem to be lost, I point them in the right direction of the D train. Already knowing the Subway and street systems definitely helps me out and makes me happy to know I can help fellow students as well. New York City was my playground as a child,

The Statue of Liberty was a gift to the United States from France. The man who designed it was

Unlike Jeannette I never moved around a lot in my life so maybe that’s why it so strange to me, but both she and I have some things in common. We both don’t seem to like our distant relatives, both of our mothers like to be hypocrites, saying stand up for what you believe in and then reprimanding us about it, and both of us have been and are tricked by our fathers; in her case standing up to her racist parents and digging a foundation for the Glass Castle that the family only wanted to use as a garbage disposal. Anyway her family has issues with pride just as much as mine does, only in a different way. The Walls were and are the poorest in any poor neighborhood they move to, but they bring their misfortune upon themselves. Honestly they could

It was 8:25 on a Saturday morning I was just waking up to the drone sound of my alarm. I dragged myself out of bed and went to the bathroom. I did my usual morning routine of brushing my teeath ,takeing a shower and picking out my outfit.i went downstairs and imeadely smelled the sweet aroma of pancakes .i quwickly ate my brectfust and went outside to play with the lizards by the pool like I always do.

“Give me Liberty or get me a Tent.” There have been better signs of course. But that was what my protest sign read for the first Occupy action I went to. I carried it proudly to a number of Occupy marches and rallies; for womens’ rights, for housing reforms, for improved prison conditions, and for a better educational system. But I made it for that first idealistic action: the Daylong Nonviolent Mass Occupation.

“Beep, beep, beep,” my alarm clock went off at like five in the morning. That didn’t matter though, because today was the day I was going to Kansas City, Missouri for a few days, and we’d be going to Worlds of Fun first. I woke up when I realized today was the day. I woke my mom and sister up, and then started packing bags of clothes, toys, etc. My mom is always a bear in the morning, so she was grumpy for a little bit, and my sister was still that age where no matter what time of day it is, she’d always be hyper, which definitely wasn’t good for mom. “TURN YOUR CEILING LIGHT OFF,” she groaned at me, because she hates bright lights in the morning. I turned on my lamp instead, which wasn’t nearly as bright, but I was done

Birth control has been legal in the US since 1972. It is, for the most part, easily accessible to American women currently. Such accessibility is not the case in third world countries. Despite the United Nations declaring birth control to be a “universal human right”, 222 million women in developing countries remain without Family Planning methods (“ThinkProgress”). Less fortunate countries have difficulty providing birth control because of costs and social disapproval. Even in countries with limited access to birth control, women choose not to use it due to misconceptions stemmed from lack of education. However, all women deserve access to birth control no matter what country they reside in. Not only could it benefit women’s health, but it could save lives.

I put in my earphones and watched as the buildings turned into tiny dots and the land became then white clouds. My eyes began

When I was younger, say twelve, I made up a game I played with my sisters called Statue. It was one of those games that had no winners, only losers.

It was a very gorgeous day and my grandma was over because my parents were at the hospital. My parents are at the hospital because I was going to have a little brother. It’s so amazing that when a big event happens in your life you remember every little thing that happened that day or sometimes even a couple days. I remember I was outside playing basketball with my friends, I remember that my team won in the game. Hair bobbing up and down and sweating like a dog shaking water off of its fur. After, we went inside and had some lunch, delicious peanut butter and jelly’s.

Sure, the wait for a table was long, at least twenty minutes, but it was all worth it when, after another twenty minutes, the appetizers had reached our table. After leaving an empty plate of what I supposed was salad, the actual food we had ordered arrived, but I was too full to eat more than one-third of the plate of pasta. To try and build up another appetite, Annica and I played games on the little tablet they had connected to the table. We played a really fun trivia game on a level where we had to guess character names. After we left Olive Garden, we got ready for Moses. My mom wanted me to dress nice while I was gone, so I wore a black shirt with a tuxedo design and my ‘fancy’ watch.