Since I was born, New York City has been my life, my blood, and bones; I have grown and lived with many different people with different backgrounds. My neighborhoods have shaped me into who I am today, I am flexible and open, like raw clay, enough to be changed and formed. Then there is the Bronx, a borough of New York, where you have to be strong, or you will not survive, a place where all races are together, and everyone is noisy. I live in a community where there are mostly Hispanics, and where there are always car passing by and honking, during the day it is the only sound you can here, and ear-piercing bird calls, but during the night there is always some kind of party, either that or just really loud music. I have grown to get use…
On the above date and time I responded to 5142 Bay Boulevard, reference an unresponsive subject. Dispatch advised me while en-route that there was a male caller who advised that his wife was unresponsive inside of the residence. I was the first to arrive on scene at the residence. Due to that fact, I removed my AED from the trunk of my patrol vehicle and proceeded to the front door of the residence.…
My childhood in New York City was very difficult for me. I grow up in a predominantly Hispanic Dominican decent neighborhood in the upper Manhattan area called Washington Heights. Washington Heights in the early 1990’s was the heart of the drug trade. At one point in the 1990’s it was considered one of the worst neighborhoods to raise a child. I remember in the news, the news anchor reported that New York City was recognized as the crime capital in the 1950's through the early 1990's.…
One experience that shaped my character as a person was my part-time job in high school. I worked as tour guide in San Francisco’s Chinatown. Being a tour guide pushes a person to be open minded and curious about other people. I remember having a tour group from New York City, and we had a great conversation when we were comparing our respective Chinatowns. The conversation had me continuously think of questions and reply to their question with an answer to the best of my ability.…
1. I grew up in San Francisco in an area where the majority of residents had lives there for generations. In my building all of my neighbors were older than my parents and a few were even older than my grandparents. Mrs. Garcia was a woman who lived in the apartment under us. She was in her 90s and had lost most of her hearing by the time I was eight…
Lemoore, California. The 559, the 93245, the small rural town located in the central region of the San Joaquin Valley. A place that will melt flip flops to the ground in the summer, yet it will have people gathering around a fire in the winter with their hands wrapped tightly around a steaming cup of cocoa. Not much goes on in this town and it is not quite what someone would call a vacation destination, but there is indeed something special about this town. This special characteristic is the way religion connects and creates a family out of the majority of people who live in this town.…
Growing up in Brooklyn, in the early 90’s was one of the best experiences in my life. I remember the ice cream trucks, corner stores, fire hydrates being opened for the kids especially when there was a block party but most of all, the unity of families and neighbors. Many people will say “Brooklyn, only the strong survive” and I have lived by that phrase my entire life. It showed me the beauty of living in one of the boroughs that makes up New York City and has taught me to be a strong person. It’s not made for the weak.…
Brooklyn With this trip came some road bumps. Due to the last minute decision to go on this trip nobody packed waters. Or substantial food. As I drove, Mia scanned for somewhere to get sustenance. After 25 minutes, we pulled up to a cramped grocery store.…
I was finally in San Diego felt like my heart was going to explode that’s what I thought that what we would do when we got there. We were supposed to move to San Diego. My jaw dropped in shock we would move to our new home and to see my dad at our house my dad already went to the house to check it out to see if it has any problem with the YAY!…
When I first moved to Ste. Genevive I was in seventh grade and was about fourteen, we moved to a trailer park and half my family there my uncle, cousins, aunt, and uncles. One day after school my mom told me not to ride the bus she was gonna pick me up. It was about 3:10 and she still wasn’t there I didn’t know what to do so I started walking when I noticed my moms car on the side of the road she had been in a wreck and the other car was my cousins.…
There are many different ways we can identify ourselves—perhaps you are a white, female, San Franciscan, or a first-generation college student and Chinese-American son. Please share two or three of your core identifiers and how they have shaped who you are. (500) I am Chinese-American. I am the proud daughter of two Chinese immigrants, who rose out of poverty in order to go to medical school and become successful doctors in the United States. They raised my sister and me while still struggling through their residency, and still take us back to their native cities of Shanghai and Wenzhou whenever they can.…
People everywhere go through various experiences in their lives. Whether these experiences are big or small, they affect us in some way. The results of these experiences can be good or bad, or a little bit of both, but either way they shape our lives. The biggest life experience I’ve ever gone through is my move to California. Although this only happened about a year ago, it was a huge change for me because I left so much behind for an unknown future.…
When I was younger, my parents always bragged how I was a quiet and obedient child. Growing up in a small town of Tennessee and Illinois, where there were more trees than people, you knew everyone. Everyone knew you. Life was simple back then. Everything changed after moving to California, with massive schools, more people, and bigger houses.…
There is nothing more disorienting in a child’s life than moving. I moved twice in my life, three times if you count going away to boarding school. Moving made me disoriented, but the people that I met kept me going. I first moved when I was seven. It was not a big move.…
Growing up in Southern California we spent most of our summers at Lake Havasu and Parker. For as long as I can remember, getting to spend my summers on the lake with my close friends and family was what got me through the school year, knowing that for a full month I would have no cares in the world except for what adventures lay ahead of us. As the school year came to an end, all we could think about was getting to the lake to start our last summer together before we all ventured off in separate directions. Starting to pack and load up the RV was all I could think about for days, seeing as this was the last summer we would all spend together.…