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…
As the daughter of parents who love to travel, I’ve had the pleasure of travelling across Canada and America as well as a few other countries from a young age. I have visited the loud and bustling streets of Tokyo and the ethereal gardens in Kyoto, stood on the edge of the Grand Canyon, walked the strip in Las Vegas, and watch the sun set over the Atlantic Ocean in Martha’s Vineyard. Although I should be able to look back on a childhood filled with events and memories from trips, I find it difficult to recall most vacations without a visual prompt. When I flip through old family photo albums, I don’t recall much more than what is shown in their pages. The outdated clothing, the people, and the locations are seen in the images, and therefore…
I had many powerful experiences during our field study trip to Cape Cod. It was a wonderful experience, and I learned so much in those five days. However, there were a few salient experiences I had that stood out among the others. These three moments combined cumulated into an overall experience that had a significant and lasting impact on my future thesis goals.…
This is a true story about when my family and I moved to Dotson Street. When I was 2 years old we sold our old house and had to live in my great-grandparents house, when my new house was being built. My great grandparents were not there because they had recently moved into an assisted living complex. My great grandparents let, Steve, Susan, Cody, Nolan, my dog Chase, and I stay in their home. Everything seemed normal at first while we were moving in, but as time went on things got strange.…
Growing up in one of the poorest regions of the United States has taught me two things; one, we are not defined by stereotypes, and two, hardships are made to be overcome. Nestled in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains, Middlesboro, KY sits on the Kentucky, Tennessee, and Virginia border. The multicolored fall foliage and the vivid green mountains in the spring are disserved by the descriptor spectacular. My roots are firmly nestled in the Cumberland Gap where Daniel Boone started his journey to the West decades ago. I am proud to call myself an Appalachian-American.…
Hey Professor Simpson, Thank you, I am feeling somewhat better. Slow is not always my favorite pace, however, I am trying to enjoy being at home. I do not consider myself much of a Yankee anymore, I prefer the term "Yankel" someone made this term up, it is a yanked over Yankee. I absolutely love living in Georgia. About eighteen years ago, we tried to move back home to Indiana.…
When I knew that I was gonna come to the United States for the very first time, I had a mishmash of emotions. Excitement was of course present, since I've fancied myself living the American dream. You know, the kind of life you see on TV. So, whenever I come back fresh from the States, wind blows like there's no tomorrow. All I say is how great life is in America.…
As the hard winds of New York City hit my face, I looked up in adornment at the giant gold letters reading, “American Girl Place” for the first time. I faced my father, his giant frame proceeding over my small nine-year-old one, looking into his eyes waiting for the signal that meant I could go in. He smiled at me, took my hand, and led me inside. A burst of excitement filled up inside of me as I walked in and saw the arrangement of dolls lined up inside a glass case. Learning from the helpful store worker that I could choose any doll I wanted, my eyes immediately fell on the American Girl Doll Molly.…
Imagine this - you are inside one of Earth’s beautifully crafted rainforests, engulfed in the pure serenity and unknown. You try to come in tune with your senses, first, the sounds. Telling by the sun, the forest creatures are out and about for their spiritual midday chatter. Communicating with each other in their native tongue, it leaves for a rather loud afternoon. Now, the sights.…
The Fieldhouse buzzed with chatter as I came in with my orchestra class. People were lined up in the familiar blue bleachers. I was impatiently waiting for my head to to my shoulders as we were trying to figure out where to be seated. First concert of the year. Don’t panic, just do it!…
Today, in a1770 the streets of Boston was lit up like never before. I was sitting inside of a tavern drinking a cup of rum. I asked the lady that was standing at the counter how much my cup of rum was. I started heading towards the door when I heard breeze of fresh crisp air blow through the crack of the door. “Hey mate!”…
When I had finally reached the river, I realized that I had navigated my way back down the hills that made up Mt. Harrison’s base slightly askew from the path that I’d taken on my trip up, and was now a lot closer to the walking bridge that I had elected not to use earlier when I’d chosen the downed oak tree to cross instead. Looking back behind me, I saw that the black cat had followed me through the forest and down the hillsides. But, as I crossed the bridge (which was only a few feet wide) I looked back to see if my feline friend was still with me but she was now nowhere in sight, having disappeared back into the woods again. I wanted to call out to her to see where she might have gone, but then I realized that I didn’t have a…
If I could put my entire life into a single book it would be titled “ ”. I have lived in the same city my entire life (Portland, OR) so new adventures and culture is something i’ve always looked forward to. As a child, my mom and I would visit Boston yearly to see family yet I was more interested in the city itself. Ignoring tourist attractions, I became utterly fascinated with Boston’s architecture, food, and communities. My experiences in boston can also relate to when I traveled on my own to New York for the first time.…
Boston is one of the best cities in the world with some of the most incredible people and the best culture. With that said, not every city is made for the Olympic games. Boston for example; it is recently ranked as the 34rd best city to live in, in the world according to TheGuardian.com (theguardian). Though a great city, Boston is not a good city to host an event such as the Olympics. With Boston’s uniquely difficult navigation and asymmetrical lay-out, Boston would not be able to handle the influx of people, nor build the stadiums necessary to have a successful summer games.…
The days in Port Mansfield always begin the same way. As soon as the alarm goes off every person residing in the little white house gets moving. The single bathroom that the house holds has up to 9 people in and out of it within 30 minutes. Mr. Kruse gets the food packed up for the day while I assist in putting every other necessity for the day in the GMC Yukon. By the time we make it out to the boat the sun is just peaking over the water, signaling that it is our time to depart to a day with the fish.…