The Colors-Personal Narrative

When the two men went to the same car dealership to see who would be helped in a decent manner, the salesman of the same racial descent as the African American tester, Glenn, was completely ignored. The white American tester, John, got help within the first few seconds of browsing from the same African American salesman that ignored Glenn (Harvey 1991). I was also surprised that Glenn was assumed to be attempting to commit a crime when browsing the record store, despite no obvious suspicious acts (Harvey 1991). Even when the two show the same need for assistance inside a store or in a parking lot, Glen was always ignored. Even the prices of items John asked about almost doubled when Glenn asked. Furthermore, when interviewed for job positions Glenn got lectured upon laziness, being late, and drug abuse, despite the preference on race over a criminal background (Pager 2007). Lastly, I was surprised they didn’t see who would be more likely to get help or hired in an inner city.

Everyone in their life will face a barrier. A barrier is a challenge or obstacle that makes it difficult or prevents you from moving forward. Some examples of a barrier you would face would be a death in your family,drugs or alcohol,etc. My barrier that I faced was of the unknowing. My friends and family were all involved with my barrier. I have my barrier everywhere I go. I've been faced with my barrier for a ew years now.

When I think about my red house, a free and easy feeling rushes over. Worries consisted of macaroni being too hot, swinging too high, and Dora, my first dog, pooping in my room. With bookshelves filled with stuffed animals and countless Pooh Bear toys, I was always content. The playground in my backyard provided days of fun, and nights in my mom and dad’s bed gave me peaceful and comforting sleep, preparing me for the next day of work. The kitchen was where I liked to claim I “worked”. Although I didn’t do a lot of the actual cooking, I liked to be there while my mom was. A love for cooking and baking developed at a young age, around the same time I realized I wanted to be just like my mom. The song “Best Day” by Taylor Swift perfectly describes

Cathy’s idea that its okay to be a late bloomer felt like an incredibly Grinnellian notions. While reasonable, I feel that it is used as an excuse for not making something out of your life and education, and I take issue with this. I understand that I am judging from a place of privilege, having never attempted to find work post-grad myself, however I simply cannot understand how individuals can “throw away” their education in this fashion. There are countless job opportunities out there, and while they may not fully encapsulate exactly what you want in your career, they do represent something else: the experience that is necessary to succeed. It felt to me like the majority of the Creative Careerists who spoke to us understood this, yet a

When I get ready for baseball, I do it slowly so I won't overlook or forget anything . First, I find my navy blue jersey with a big bright red "A" on the chest area. Then, I put my sliding shorts that's padded all inside on so it won't hurt when I slide. I grab my long white baseball pants that look like sweatpants, put them on to protect my legs, and zip them up. It's a different type of material that feels soft . Next, I put my rose red belt on and tuck my shirt in. After that, I place my navy blue cap on top of my head, grab my white Oakley's with a reddish orangish lens and set it on the bill of my hat. I go find my lucky gold chains, put them around my neck and slap my wrist bands on. I make sure I've packed all my equipment, for example

I don’t think that I can ever forget the day that I beat my time on the mile. Even though I wasn't prepared I still managed to beat my time which usually would never happen. Most people would think that my score was bad, but to me it was one of the best scores I had gotten in all of the years that I have been in this school. My average time is usually around 12 minutes, but this year I managed to shave almost a minute off what I usually get. This year I can actually say that I wrote down a goal and I actually beat it.

I'm going insane, I can tell. I blink and I see flashes of things that never happened, faces of people that I've never met, and colors. Always colors. Maybe it's the dehydration. They only give me enough water to stay alive, nothing more. As for food, I'm steadily losing weight. I'm all skin and bones, and colors.

I had tears falling down my face. I was remembering everything, I was remembering every single memory I have had with Michael. He was so in love with me, how did I miss it? All I know is that I was happier with him. I sighed and started the car and got on the road.

“Look on the flip side we found a lighter that changes colors,” coolly responded Derick.

As a kid, it was not uncommon for the neighborhood children to migrate to my house during the summer. Activities constantly involved king or queen of the treehouse, go-kart rides, hide-and-go-seek in the woods, eight ball on the pool-table, horseback rides, clay fights in the fishpond, and drinking mother's one-of-a-kind sweet tea. My mother was constantly introduced to new kids each week. Therefore, I didn't understand my mother's reaction to my new friends as I was showing them the same hospitality I have shown all my friends. Her tone became stern as she glared at me and said, "I told you no visitors today. Your room is a mess and you are behind on your chores." Sifting through my memories for recollection and coming

White. That is all I see; the farthest I can see is absolutely nothing: no buildings, no plants, and no people.

I just woke up from a long nap on my bed, when my friend Quavo called me and asked

Hunched over the desk, I tapped my pen. The timer ticked. I was waiting for a synonym — any synonym — to save me from —

I was filled with wonder as I went to school on a Thursday morning in May knowing that when I was to come home my best friend of 7 years would be there waiting in order to take me to Colorado. Brenna is my best friend that had moved from Belle Plaine, KS to Monument, Colorado over winter break. So the school day went by tremendously slow, it had been the slowest day of the year for me. Every 30 minutes I’d look at the clock counting the minutes and hours till 3:25 in the afternoon. Although when the time did reach 3:25 pm It was like holding a dog back after tossing a treat, I leaped with joy out of my seat, out the school doors, and ran home.

But there are so many stories and sides, I just have to let go of