Personal Narrative: The World Of Cleveland

I spent the first eleven years of my life in Cleveland, Ohio. Contrary to the two seasons Florida has, hot and hotter, Cleveland has all four. During the winter season it would snow and snow day in and day out. This gave us the cinematic white Christmas but the feet of snow and layers of ice also proved to be a challenge.

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

The River of no return is an Autobiography of Cleveland Sellers. Throughout the book, we get to read firsthand how times were during the Civil rights movement. In ‘The River of No Return’ readers will also perceive the mindset of both African Americans and Caucasian Americans. This autobiography provides eyewitness reports of the strategies and the conflicts in the south that many people have endured for racial justice. Not only does it show the south but it also shows the movement and how it progressed throughout the nation.

Pack your bags and take a trip to Cleveland, Ohio. This often overlooked city is brimming with sophistication, energy, and charm. Quirky neighborhoods, parks, sporting events, museums, theaters, and award-winning food are all a part of Cleveland's allure.

Large cities like Detroit, Philadelphia, or Atlanta attract inhabitants and tourists for a variety of different reasons. Millennials who are moving to cities are looking for stable job markets, quality housing options, strong and safe city communities, but central to their search is a sense of pride in the city. Cities are able to boast their pride through many opportunities, but the largest and most recurring opportunity happens to be professional sports. Without making a sweeping generalization, most millennials have participated in sports at some stage of their life. This participation gives understanding to the competitiveness of the sports and representation that the professional teams have for the city. This understanding creates an interest

Lebron’s fans felt betrayed when he left Cleveland to play in Miami, resulting in a lack of trust in him. When wanting to return home, Lebron made sure to regain his hometown fans’ trust. Lebron did not use his basketball skill to gain the trust and support, instead he used emotion. “Our city hasn’t had that feeling in a long, long, long time” (para 6). The element of repetition in this quote shows the extremity of a long time. Lebron means it has been such a long time since a championship that no one can even remember it. “In Northeast Ohio, nothing is given” (para 11). Lebron repetitively used Northeast Ohio to appeal to the reader’s emotions. When he directly refers to Northeast Ohio as home, the reader’s emotions are engaged. A sense of comfort covers the fans when Lebron continues to refer to Cleveland as

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

There is a certain magic in baseball. Maybe it’s the crack of the bat. Or the crowd coming alive. Perhaps it’s how individual strangers are joined, invisibly, in solidarity. We cry together. Breath together. Agonize together. All experiencing the same emotions at the same time. Especially when your team breaks a decades long curse.

Growing up in this city of Chicago was very nice. I lived on the Westside of Chicago, Hamlin and Augusta. Our community was not a community it was block. The block is the street that I lived one. My sisters and I was able to go to the park until the sunset. We would walk almost a mile just to have fun. We was able to walk everywhere, candy store, school, parties, and mall. All the houses on the blocks where kept up so nice. Every house had a flower bed. There were no boarded up houses. The grass was cut so well, and the brushes were trimmed nicely. You could smell the food that the neighbors were cooking. All the children on the block were able to play with each other. The neighbor would feed the other neighbors children. The trust for the people on Hamlin was very strong because everyone knew each other for years. The early 2000’s is a year that I will never forget. In 1973 my mom was born in Chicago. She lived in the same house that I lived in on Hamlin. As I was talking to my mother she was telling me that her life living in Chicago was lovely. Her dad

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.

hen I was 5 years old I moved from a small house in the West Side of Chicago and moved to a 19-storey building near the North Side of Chicago. When you look at most of the people living there, you don’t feel intimidated or uncomfortable because there are all kinds of people living there of many races and ages. There are good and bad times, but my personality has been affected by both.

The first day of class I was lost and could not find the English Composition room; however, I saw my former Akron Experience class teacher and asked her for directions. Right next to her was you (Professor Thoenen), and you stated to me “ The class is right there, go have a seat and I’ll be in, in just a second”. I immediately thought to myself “It’s going to be a long semester.” From there I was a little discouraged about taking Comp I and really didn’t know what to expect.

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

While Knightdale and Raleigh hold both negative and positive emotions for me, it ultimately holds my childhood. That's why these cities are so important to me; they’re home. I grew up in and around the places on my map. Some locations have been left in the past, and others are newer locations. The amount of time I’ve spent here made it difficult to categorize which emotions I felt where, but making this map made me realize how sentimental I

It was a sunny day in Center City Philadelphia. Julie and I went there for a day to spend time with each other and go shopping on Walnut Street. Julie, someone I’ve been friends with for awhile, walked by a homeless guy in the train station.The poor guy was asking for money and Julie placed $5 in his cup.We kept walking and Julie continued to guide me outside the train station towards the shopping corner of Center City. “This way!” she exclaimed “hurry before the sale ends.” As we entered the store, we heard the alarm go off. Someone was running down the street with an unpaid sweater! Therefore, Julie suddenly yelled “STOP! I’M CALLING THE POLICE.” She says this as she’s trying to catch the thief who is quickly running down the street. Her