Personal Narrative: Working In The Bronx Terminal

This year I went to Cooperstown, New York. It was a really great experience. The whole week with me and my team was spent in a barrack. There were 104 teams. I met a lot of new people from California, Missouri, Texas, Hawaii and more.

New York is a state where there are big lights and lots of people and busy streets. I live in Brooklyn, New York and I was born here and I have lived here all my life. Personally, where I live I can walk to go get groceries that I need and everything is in walking distance. I take the public subway or the bus to get to school and there are many public schools here in Brooklyn, New York. There are delis and corner stores almost around every block. Here in Brooklyn, it is very noisy and busy. I am so used to the noise that I can sleep soundly even with all the noise that surrounds my house. Personally, I think that if I were not born here or was not a New Yorker, I would plan to move here when I get older.

I hope your Tuesday afternoon is going terrific. I am Miten Bhadania and I would like to formally introduce myself as your colleague working in the Tech department as Developer.

On Thursday 12/01/16 at 2236 hours I was dispatched to Terminal Park Elementary School located at 1101 D ST SE because four juveniles had knocked over a donation bin and were throwing rocks at the school (reference AP160088033). Dispatch advised it was possibly related to two other malicious mischief calls that had just previously occurred in the nearby area.

On 1/16/17 at 0225 hours my partner, Officer Thebeau #8402, and I were working patrol assigned to unit 3A11. We responded to a radio call of “shots fired” in the area of 814 N. Garfield Ave. The comments of the call stated, a 19 year old female was shot in the hand.

Riding the subway to a New York City resident is nothing new. It’s something that many of us New Yorkers have to use as transportation because living in a crowded city with limited space to drive is not very ideal. For the people who do drive, they do so for personal comfort and convenience. But for us commuters, having to not look for parking and worry about traffic takes up less of our time. On the other hand we experience train delays and disturbances in personal space. Nonetheless, the pros outweigh the cons and using the subway has become a part of our daily routines for many of us New Yorkers. Marc Auge states that, “If he draws himself into the field of his ethnological inquiry, it is no less fitting for his readers to broaden the scope of appreciation of the work for riders.” With that in mind, I observed the connections with my experience riding the subway in a city integrated with many different peoples and cultures.

Driving up to Cooperstown through the gates, I was excited to see the variety of different license plates. Nevada, Texas, North and South Carolina, New York, Tennessee, Ohio, Virginia and many more filled up the parking lots. While driving through and getting directed to my barrack I saw tons and tons of kids. After settling in, my team and I walked around in awe listening to boys from other parts of the country talking. Most of the time I would laugh to myself because of the accents the southerners had. When it came to playing, the moment I stepped onto the field I felt like I was a professional. The grass so cleanly cut and the dirt so perfectly grated. The sun beating on my neck and the beautiful summer breeze made perfect baseball weather.

Hey freshmen, don’t worry I was one last year as well. But I’m writing some advice down for you to survive a year here at Edgecatraz, so listen up. The dorms, where you live for the school year, has it’s natural rules. The school is serious and you will need to keep up to stay. The climate is usually different from home so we dress differently. Well let us get with the lessons.

During my time at the drop-in center I had the opportunity to be the key-note speaker for numerous churches at various youth nights and numerous youth retreats. I was also asked to represent the drop-in center at many of the churches in Winkler by giving a mission update/sermon on many of the church’s Sunday morning services throughout my tenure. In 2011, I was asked to give the message at our community’s annual summer festival where all the churches gather for a joint Sunday morning service (unsolicited, someone so was kind to video tape it and provide me with a copy).

In the city that never sleeps, silence fell upon the people. A memorial covered with flowers was transfigured from the steeple. Standing still, staring in complete disbelief, Our hearts were torn with instant grief.

As I looked out the window and saw barren dirt roads, no overflowing shopping centers or even a Wal-Mart, I began to question where my parents had brought me. We were in Presidio, TX, a small town on the border of the United States and Ojinaga, Mexico. I questioned how my grandparents, or even my dad could have lived in such an underdeveloped town for years. The visits to Presidio became somewhat constant and rather than staying weekends, I stayed months. I developed an appreciation for the town and I could now communicate with the community shouting “Buenos Dias!” to everyone I ran into on our morning walks to the local market. During one of my prolong stays my five year old sister developed a urinary tract infection. The infection could have

DisneyWorld. But while she was looking out the foggy window, her eyes glanced at the the stack of mail from the children’s hospital laying on the counter, her heart sank. She just wished that she could have a few more years with her son. She wished there was some hope for her sweet and kind-hearted boy. She became frustrated at how anyone could pick on someone so undeserving. Before she let her feelings ruin Nicholas’s trip, she rushed outside to take him to the happiest place on

I have a 4 docks at work. One dock always has at least one person gone each work day. To simplify, I will say we work Tues-Fri, which is this week’s current schedule.

The July I spent working for my grandpa in his shop last summer, has a had a much larger effect on me than I had anticipated. It taught me responsibility, independence, and strengthened my work ethic considerably. I was an assistant at Everett Vacuum, which meant cleaning, organizing, and restocking shelves. It was a great experience for me, and I believe it was a big help to my grandpa.

The very first person I interviewed is my sister Diamond. She has two jobs, she doesn’t have any kids. she works for the Board of Education is the school bus attendant. She gets paid weekly, when it comes to saving she has a piggy bank for a raining day. When I ask if she every send on something that she regret. She said one thing she considers changing about herself is not to buy items that she is not going to use. When I ask her to be more specific, she said for example when she sees someone on something that she likes, like a dress or shoes, etc. If she sees that it looks good on the person, she will go and buy it for herself and afterward she realizes she does not like it, therefore she just put it in the closet. She does have health insurance