San Diego-Personal Narrative

San Diego is located 120 miles south of Los Angeles, California. It is located around the Laguna Mountains, which are part of the Peninsular Ranges, found near the Laguna Salada and Elsinore Faults. The mountain ranges average 1,591 feet above sea level. It is 35 miles north of the border with Mexico. San Diego is a natural harbor to the Pacific Ocean.

With its year-round tropical climate, San Diego, California, is one of the most popular vacation spots for tourists around the globe. From sailing and hiking to surfing and skiing, the city offers a plethora of activities. What's more is that San Diego is a hop, skip and a jump away from Tijuana-an exciting alternative to California living.

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

Every summer I look forward to sitting on a large, warm cabana under the Texas sun. My feet buried in the sand as I welcome the lukewarm waves against my legs. Being a beach bum in South Padre Island, Texas is a great way to bring on the summer. This island isn’t short of attractions, from the beautiful ocean, to tasty restaurants, to fireworks over the ocean you will never get bored on your vacation! Last summer I was joined by a few of my closest friends. We made so many memories as we all went parasailing for the first time. Our relationship grew stronger as we were able to share a new experience together. Spending a few weeks in South Padre Island with family and close friends is a great way to make memories that will last a lifetime.

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

Moving here from Los Angeles was one of the better things that’s happened to me in my life. I know, that’s a hard sentence to swallow even for me. Being on that plane, looking down at the city I called home for so long didn’t phase me one bit, nothing did. “Do you miss it?”, there was no real straight answer to that question nor will there ever be. I always answer “Yeah it's different here, but I mainly miss my friends”. Los Angeles always had a place in me, those breezy summer nights at the beach, the sunny days that never acknowledged winter was even a season and never needing to wear anything but a t-shirt and shorts. It’s not that I want to forget all about it or that I can’t. Los Angeles was always something more than just a city with

I had lacrosse practice on the hottest day of summer. The best day was going to jump off a cliff and die. Practice was done and I was hungry for food. I got in my mom’s car and asked my mom to go somewhere and get some food. We went to Taco Bell. I finished and was ready to go home and get a shower. We were going down the road and suddenly my mom got a phone call from my aunt. As soon as my mom started to talk to my aunt she started to cry and break down. She

I don’t remember much, I just remember not wanting to leave. The place I would be spending the rest of my life I had only visited a few times. I, only being two at the time, was absolutely terrified of moving. Moving. It seemed like the worst possible thing that could’ve happened then. At first, when we left, it felt the same as the last time I had gone there. Then the realization that I would be gone forever kicked in, and the fact that this time, my dad wasn’t coming with us. Just my mom and I.

Many people believe that Orange County, California is the best place to live for its great location, community and economic strong hold. But what those people forget to take into account is the people that make up this community. Living in Mission Viejo, an overwhelming amount of people think that this a place of Eden, that has the greatest neighborhoods to raise children. Well they are wrong. Our self-inflicting wounds are done by teenagers who choose to poison themselves. I was once one of them.

It was mid-winter of 1848, I was doing my daily chores when my neighbor brought news that two days earlier, on January 24, James W. Marshall made a discovery of gold on his piece of land in California. At first, I didn’t think that this would affect me in any way, but then I realized I could start a new life in California filled with gold and fortune, away from my small farm in Missouri. I decided to pack up my things and start on my long journey to California, I packed enough food, water, and supplies to last me a few months. The next morning I was surprised to see that not many others from my town were seeking gold, I knew it was unsafe for me to travel alone, but I was sure I’d meet others along the way.

In 1978, when I was 14, my family moved from Phoenix, AZ to Cerritos, CA; a small city in the heart of the greater Los Angeles area. Phoenix was mainly White, Barry Goldwater conservatives trying their best to hold onto 1950’s Americana, but Los Angeles in the late 1970s was different; it was alive, vibrating to frequencies of the differing cultures that called the L.A. basin home. Looking back it still fills me with excitement, but truth be told I was scared to death. When I first arrived I had no friends, no experience to prepare me for the full on culture shock I found myself facing, nor any thought of how special that area would be to me. No other place than Southern California could have provided a better backdrop to develop the foundation

Imagine laying on a private beach right now in California. You’re sitting in a comfortable lawn chair with a front-row seat to the Pacific Ocean. You have waiters bringing you any kind of drink or food you want, and the sun is making you golden tan. Now, imagine the thrill you get while being on a roller coaster. The sun is beating down on you while you’re standing in line, but the wait for the exhilarating roller coaster is worth it. I got to experience all of this and more on my trip to Los Angeles, California. I went on this trip the week of my birthday, which is July 31, with my parents and my two sisters. My second trip to California was an unforgettable experience that was important due to all of the locations I got to visit, all of the knowledge I now have from this trip, and all of the memories I made with my family.

Bulosan expresses some of the economic hardships and difficulties associated with assimilation encountered by Filipino immigrants in America. He describes the toil spent in the canneries of Alaska and Seattle, where the fishing company pays him only $13 for a whole season of work. Then, unable to find work in Seattle, he begins his long and arduous journey as a migrant farm hand, passing through states such as California, Oregon, Washington, and Idaho. The struggles he faces symbolize the financial constraints imposed on many Filipino immigrants who had their education overseas. Bulosan recalls many cases of racial prejudice and violence throughout his narrative. For example, in San Diego, where he tries to get a job, he is repeatedly beaten

I guess I wasn’t prepared for bad news after all. I vaguely hear him say he is sorry, and that there will be other training opportunities, but my mind is already shutting off.

After class i jumped on my blue beach bike and rode home as fast as i could i just had to get away from that horrible school. When i finally got home i jumped off my bike and ran to my laptop to see if i got accepted to the cruise. As i opened the email and saw a “You have been accepted i jumped up and down so much it was crazy my mom was still at work so no one could hear me so i thought. then i heard a strange banging on my window and i ran outside and saw a man that looked my age and he said “Hello, does a Julie Stephens live here?” and i replied “Yes, that is my mom” oh well i am supposed to be coming here to tell you that your mom has passed away from a heart problem. Then everything went black and i woke up later in a hospital bed with a weird mask on and i couldn 't remember anything that happened before that. Then someone came in and said finally you 're awake you have been out for 24 hours we 've been worried about you. “What happened?” i asked. Well your mother passed away a few hours ago from a heart problem and then we sent someone to tell you and when they told you you fainted. “What am I going to do now?” i said. i lost everything, then i burst out crying “Well we have provided a new house for you to live in and it is just down the street from you high school.” he replied. “ Thank you very much, when will i get to leave the hospital then?” i said. “ You can actually leave