From the day I moved into 113 Ben Street, till the day I moved out before heading to college, my street never surprised me. At the beginning of my street is where the corner of Fern Street starts and is where the Dominicans started establishing their territory. The more a person strolled or drove down the street, the more people can see how separated everyone was. I was located in the middle which was where most of the diversity was. Ecuadoreans, Guatemalans, Puerto Ricans, Portuguese, and more was the central heart of Ben Street. Territories were made based on what gang and race a person was. Everyone knew on the street where not to go, but I never listened. The winter to my senior year was quickly approaching which equaled the meaning of
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I got raised on this street. Nothing is going to happen to me”, I replied. “We don’t care we are always are going to be worried about you. Especially because you know how this street works”, they said.
I always knew how my street worked so I never worried about the drug dealers or gang members approaching me. I would always see them selling weed on the street as if they were invisible. At the corner of the yellow house, which was known to be the drug house, was always on watch by the undercover detective who swore that he will arrest and take them off the street, but never would. I always thought to myself, “This is an easy life they are living. I wonder what it would be like to do that instead of wasting my time in school”. Me and school never got along. I always tried to find the shortcuts in life and school wasn’t cutting it. I just wanted to start my life already and be a grown up. I look back and see I should’ve listened to my parents. Rumors always went around in my street quick about the drug dealers recruiting young kids into the gang life. A lot of my friends on the block were a part of the gang and always told me how easy it is that it’s a way of life. “Yo Ana!”, the boy across the street yelled. “Yeah?”, in shock I …show more content…
I quickly applied to colleges and got into all my schools. I decided I wanted to become a criminal lawyer just because I was brought up well around crimes. Soon enough, I was becoming more and more proud of myself while the winter was quickly ending. I picked a college to go to, I was in a law program, I had goals set up, and I thanked God every day for keeping me here. All I had to wait for was graduation and walking across that stage. Walking across that stage is the only thing I had in my mind. I could’ve been in that group selling weed and making quick hundreds every week. But I just couldn’t be that person, let alone that daughter to disappoint her parents and being a bad example. Even though my street lost two young souls who didn’t deserve to go, they brought meaning and reality to life. It showed how much a person can do with it instead of putting it to waste. I never will regret living on Ben Street and walking pass that corner every day of my life. Thank you lord for my good
I got raised on this street. Nothing is going to happen to me”, I replied. “We don’t care we are always are going to be worried about you. Especially because you know how this street works”, they said.
I always knew how my street worked so I never worried about the drug dealers or gang members approaching me. I would always see them selling weed on the street as if they were invisible. At the corner of the yellow house, which was known to be the drug house, was always on watch by the undercover detective who swore that he will arrest and take them off the street, but never would. I always thought to myself, “This is an easy life they are living. I wonder what it would be like to do that instead of wasting my time in school”. Me and school never got along. I always tried to find the shortcuts in life and school wasn’t cutting it. I just wanted to start my life already and be a grown up. I look back and see I should’ve listened to my parents. Rumors always went around in my street quick about the drug dealers recruiting young kids into the gang life. A lot of my friends on the block were a part of the gang and always told me how easy it is that it’s a way of life. “Yo Ana!”, the boy across the street yelled. “Yeah?”, in shock I …show more content…
I quickly applied to colleges and got into all my schools. I decided I wanted to become a criminal lawyer just because I was brought up well around crimes. Soon enough, I was becoming more and more proud of myself while the winter was quickly ending. I picked a college to go to, I was in a law program, I had goals set up, and I thanked God every day for keeping me here. All I had to wait for was graduation and walking across that stage. Walking across that stage is the only thing I had in my mind. I could’ve been in that group selling weed and making quick hundreds every week. But I just couldn’t be that person, let alone that daughter to disappoint her parents and being a bad example. Even though my street lost two young souls who didn’t deserve to go, they brought meaning and reality to life. It showed how much a person can do with it instead of putting it to waste. I never will regret living on Ben Street and walking pass that corner every day of my life. Thank you lord for my good