When he arrived, it was louder than he expected. The machines clanked so loud that he got a headache in minutes. The sound of screaming and crying filled the room and the air tasted like thick chalk. Dust particles were everywhere as if there was a light fog. It smelt stale.
Several individuals from different ethnicities, races, and citizenships, compose a society. The United Sates allow us to have a close interaction with numerous individuals from diverse backgrounds. In my own case I have been able to interact with many incredible individuals from all over the world who come from extremely different backgrounds. I am a proud Mexican who cherishes respect towards diversity. Coming from a very suffered country I am able to understand not only what does it means to feel proud to be a Latino, but also I can feel acquainted with the pain and struggle that our community has to face every day.
The Reason the United States Government Has Failed its People It is now January 3rd, 1931, and I have been unemployed and homeless for over a year now living on the streets of Chicago. About ten years ago, I started working in a factory that created underarm deodorant. Around a year and a half ago, my wage was decreased. Eventually I was fired.
“Why can’t we get into our freaking offense!?” This is all I really remember from Coach McKendrick at halftime last year against Niles North in what was a tough night for our basketball team. Prior to this, we beat New Trier at home and then went on the road and beat the pre-season unanimous vote to win conference, Highland Park, in our first conference game. Before the New Trier game, our game plan was simple: we were smaller, but faster, so we were going to run the court and make this is a fast pace game. We executed our gameplan, and we won.
Baseball is what many call “America’s Pastime”. It is the game that never fails to bring me from the highest highs to the lowest lows. The second that you think you are the best, the game will humble you. When you are at a loss for confidence, you will do something amazing that will turn your game around. Nothing beats the smell of the spring air, the dirty pants, the laughs with teammates and the glory of winning.
The rest of the day was spent in solitary. That night I did manage to get what some would call sleep, but it was far from pleasant. At first, all I could see was a thick veil of darkness. Then I began hearing crying in the distance, like a lost soul adrift in the abyss of darkness. Then it cut off abruptly, only a suspended echo remaining.
The American Identity is more than just being a citizen in America. What makes the American Identity is the diversity that exists in America. America is a melting pot, which consists of many ethnic groups, religions, and ideas. It isn’t the appearance that makes you American, it is your mind and the way one acts make one American. I am a kid who is part Korean, French, and Chinese.
The new American hero (Just a quick look) Can you see the handsome young man sitting by my side, driving through the forest, behind the wheel of his decadent truck? Yes. I would trust him with my life (sip of vodka).
The American experience is not unfamiliar to me, I have been visiting America since I was a child and as a child I always wanted to move to America. My first visit here I fell in love with the culture specifically the freedom of expression. However the opportunity did not emerge for me to move to America legitimately and as promising young child, I did not want to damage my future by moving to a country illegally where I could not live to my full potential. I stayed in Jamaica and I completed my University education as a registered nurse and had become comfortable with my life in Jamaica. I started working the spring of 2013 and upon receival of my first paycheck, I was reminded that this is not the place I wanted to be.
His heart thudding erratically to outlive the inferno. Not the kind that, looking back, he sort of wishes it was—the kind that swallows everything in its path and spits it back out into ash with an eerie quietness. Instead it’s the kind that swirls deep inside of the stomach and roars upwards into words he can’t finish without accidentally doubling his syllables, fumbling over the tongue he’s used to smoothly form words up until that
In the quiet of the night, all but myself are asleep. Darkness shrouds me like a cloth over my head that doesn’t seem to have an edge to grasp, no matter how hard I tug. The candle beside me flickers and my shadow matches. I wonder if the cloth will catch. Every second stretches out into eternity and the walls stomp forward with each one.
His feet pounded down onto the blood-stained floor, his stomps ricocheting around the desolate hallway. All around him lights flared and sirens shrieked endlessly, a visual symphony to accompany his impending doom. Shadows encapsulated every part of the room, yet his eyes still darted around, attempting to find any sign of the incoming danger. He sprinted into the confined box of the elevator, the walls around him hugging him close, as if to say he would be safe here. He slammed his hands against the flickering buttons, drops of blood sliding down the metal as he punched it again and again.
The fear in his voice is almost palpable, nauseatingly so, beyond reach. Arms slick with sweat stretch out to expose wounds she can’t see. Like a prayer, he mouths her name over and over. Mostly he’s just replaying old memories. Down the stairs, across the living room, back again.
My stomach turned, as I slid off the bed and groggily walked my way to the bathroom to get ready. I worked hard to get where I was. I didn’t want to go, but I knew there was no going back to that hell. I walked into a room with people of different ages and backgrounds. I didn’t know anyone.
But a sharp pain coursed through her. Looking at her heart, it’s ripped in half. Feelings It is hell lying awake at night thinking—what it would be like?
