Salt Lake City-Personal Narrative

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It was April of 1999. My family was at home. Children were running outside. The asphalt was burning. Cars rolled up to the entrance of the apartments and BANG. I grew up in Stockton, California. Surprisingly, as a minority, I wasn’t really a minority. There were, in fact, a large and diverse population of Asian-Americans. But, Stockton is not the ideal place to live. It was hot and dry, almost to the point of a drought. Stockton was also ranked as the one of the top 5 most dangerous cities in California. So, having a nice and safe family is kind of difficult. Eventually, my family decided to move to Crescent City, California when my dad retired. It was a world of difference. There were trees, plentiful water, and a nice cool temperature. This

San Luis, Colorado is the oldest town in Colorado. The Rio Culebra winds through the valley, surrounded by majestic mountains. It is one of the most beautiful scenes I have ever seen. My family along with many others have been here for generations. The beauty of the land is only accentuated by the beauty of our tight-knit families and culture. To counteract of all the physical and cultural beauty, there is social and economic strife everywhere around me. I live in the poorest county in Colorado and being impoverished is a challenge my community faces because of a lack of education and job deficit. As I have delved into community and family history, I have better understanding that the fact the that while many things like our support and love for family and culture have remain unchanged and untainted, so has the fact that our community struggles

I grew up in a city named Colorado City, TX – the city is located in Central West Texas. I had a really good friend, that I became best friends with, named Daniel. We went riding our bikes everywhere around this little town, scraping our knees on concrete and crashing our bikes on practically everything (since there was practically nothing to do in this town – this was before the 3M Palace Theatre was reopened).

Today my Hilarious Fiend Jasper and I will be leaving Dupree around 2:00. We will be traveling 2 hours 20 minutes and One Hundred Forty Five miles. To Rapid City South Dakota

The pleasures of Rapid City were in my sights when I asked Malory to make the 2-hour trip with me.To begin our trip to Rapid, we would get in my cobalt, and drive to the Dupree Cenex to fill up on snacks, drinks, and gas. Mallory would get Root Beer and Pringles. I would get M&M’s and Cherry Sprite. We would get in the car, after we filled it up with gas, put on our favorite music, and truly start the trip.

I moved to Utah, January 3, 2000. Moving to Utah at age 20, had some definite “culture” shocks after growing up in California. I noticed when I first went to the grocery store; the store didn’t have a liquor section. A weird thing to notice for someone who doesn’t drink alcohol, but until then, grocery stores always had big displays for alcohol. The biggest New Year’s ever, had only been 3 days prior! Prince’s song, “1999” was forever going to be about the past! Where were the displays? What was this strange new place I’d moved to? What was I going to discover next, stores closed on Sunday? Were there some weird laws in place to “make” people obey?

He smiled at you, “Yep. It’s fine, though. What do you say we go look for some dinner?”

After growing up in Memphis, Tennessee, I did not know much about the rest of the country. My family would venture into North Carolina or Florida for various summer vacations, however, I often felt stuck in the “Memphis bubble.” I attended my first year of college at Rhodes College, which was located near my house. That year forced me to realize that I have a desire to experience different cultures and perspectives, and as a result, I decided to transfer to TCU. Fort Worth has provided a drastically different culture that I appreciate, but I still want to experience life in California, Colorado, the Pacific Northwest, the Northeast, and abroad after I graduate college. It is a goal of mine to spend time in every part of the country and visit

Although I was born in San Antonio, my childhood life wasn’t spent in the Alamo City. Up in north Texas, there is a miniature city consisting of three thousand people named Nocona. The town was my childhood life until my mother fell into a deep depression. As a result, my mother was unable to hold a job or take care of my sisters and I. This resulted in my mother giving us up to my father in San Antonio. When arriving in San Antonio, my mother would tell me that she was going to come back for us. It has been seven years and I have not lived with my mother since.

We’re just a group of minorities trying to make a change in the world.” A phrase I would use when someone asked about my community. We were the eastside of San Antonio, a community to most that contained drop-outs, minorities, criminals, gangs, government assistance and ignorance. We’re the area everyone avoided or spoke of with disgust on their tongue. Our community learned early on that we were on our own against the city and the country. Because of being ostracized from the whole city, no one truly saw the pride and beauty that could be found on the eastside. We’ve made it on our own and thrived through the troubles and pain our community holds. That is what has made me who I am know. I learned to fight through my troubles no matter who

Hello there, I’m Caitlin! I’m still adjusting to my new life here in the States, but I am so happy to be here after waiting so long. Over my 24 years on the planet, I grew accustomed to the rolling, green hills dotted with grazing sheep of my homeland in Ireland. The hot, dry desert air and the mountain backdrop are quite a different landscape to awaken to every morning, but I’m getting used to it. I find the fast pace and churning excitement of Las Vegas to be a welcome contrast to the slow, pastoral hum of the Irish countryside. My family thought I was crazy for wanting to try my luck here in the land of gambling and showgirls, but they just don’t understand that wild side is scratching and clawing her way out!

Deep in a valley encircled by towering mountains in the Mojave Desert, there exists a little sandy town consisting of hardly three thousand people. Some of them possess horses, farms, others only land. Fifteen minutes away is an even tinier ghost town, yet the nearest place defined as a metropolitan city is greater than fifty miles away, accompanied by an hour long commute I have become extremely familiar with; this city has the nearest grocery store. The rural place I refer to is the town of Sandy Valley, Nevada. Few folks here have succeeded in achieving “big things” in life. Therefore, if I do get accepted, I would be the first in my school (go Sidewinders!) to attend a university of this caliber. As a result of this tremendous opportunity

turned and ran half way up the side of the bowl before he stopped and turned to look back at me. My heart was pounding out of my chest with excitement. Wow, I couldn't believe I was that close to a wild bear, again.

The book is called White Fang. White Fang was written by the author Jack London, in the year 1906. The novel is nonfiction and is set in a first person point of view. This book is important because it gives a important message.It's about how a wolf is just growing up and then comes into the world of hatredness and abusiveness but finally he becomes loved.