The “hood” is often what downtown, Elizabeth NJ is labeled as. Children like me are doubted as many people seem to believe we will just become another statistic. My background has motivated to strive for success, proving those with agnosticism wrong. Seeing bodies strung out on the corner or laying on the sidewalk is a part of my everyday life. I’m not ashamed of where I come from as it has made me who I am today.
In 2008, I moved to an apartment in Rockaway Park located in Far Rockaway. I’ll admit, the neighborhood was far from attractive when I first arrived. The rumor mills stirred up a storm suggesting that Far Rockaway was well… “Rough around the edges” for a lack of a better term. Working on Riker’s Island, most of our patients who reside in Queens often came from Far Rockaway, thereby confirming the rumors that the town was riddled with crime, infested with drugs and plagued with anything one might consider rebellious or unscrupulous were true. And on my first day, I got lost and winded up surrounded by… you guessed it, The Projects.
The stage lights were beams as bright as the sun, and made the whole stage feel ten degrees hotter than the room. Of course, with me was my music, and my trusty violin. It was no million-dollar Stradivarius, but it was exactly what all I needed. It was an impressively
I have lived in East Oakland my whole life. To the majority of people, the mention of East Oakland evokes thoughts of violence, shootings, and gangs. I was one of the people who believed in these stereotypes, and for a particularly long time. I was one of the people who saw Oakland as a wasteland, a place with nothing to offer me, and a place I had nothing to offer to.
I sat on the top row on the left side of the stage right in the middle. There were two entrances on the stage. On the right side of the stage there was a red wall with a rocky pattern lining the bottom, and a brown door. On the left side there was a beige background with a brown door. On the left side of the stage before the door there was a small rectangular seat with soft fabric covering over.
Last Friday I decided to visit the Paul W. Bryant Museum. This was invoked by a class assignment so I figured it would be pretty boring. Fortunately, I was mistaken and was pleasantly surprised on just how interesting the museum was.
I visited with Andre today before he left for the Boys and Girls Club (BGCA). Tracy Crawford is an excellent foster parent. Andre attends BGCA five days a week where he not only enjoys his favorite sport, basketball; in addition to learning socialization skills. Andre is earning an allowance by performing chores, which are switched weekly.
There was an incident in Pensacola Downtown that I was working on a school project for my Photo I class. I have taken a picture of a man who was wearing a zombie costume. When I developed the picture the next day at school, the man came out as a ghost. The picture showed that you can see things through the man. The most important thing about the picture that the people in the front line was visible and the people in the back vanished.
It doesn't sound particularly meaningful, but one of the times I'm really proud of is when I got myself un-lost from the lower levels of the streets in downtown Chicago. In Chicago's downtown, there are many streets that are double- or triple-leveled, and the lowest levels are usually full of abandoned cars, warehouses, and people with nowhere else to go. Last summer, I was headed to a friend's house in Hyde Park and had to catch a bus that I didn't know, and the google maps app didn't know, was on the topmost level. The maps took me into the lowest level, and then stopped working right, because it wouldn't give me directions that I could follow. At first, I freaked out because I had never been here before, and it was very dimly lit and, most
As my family and I approach the entrance to Colonial Williamsburg in Virginia we were all filled with excitement and anticipation of a great weekend. The local hotel we stayed at was just down the road and provided an exquisite lodging experience we seldom find elsewhere as we travel. Roaming the grounds of Colonial Williamsburg, we stopped and listened to a woman in character explain here day to day responsibilities of taking care of the household while her husband was out in the field harvesting crops. Another actor was explaining his day to day life as a blacksmith forging swords for the local regimens. The employees that are on staff facilitating presentations at various stations around the compound, maintain the character for the period of the historical person they are portraying with remarkable acting.
The stage began to look more and more like a stage as the workers brought out the pieces and connected them. Sitting one by one the chairs waited to be sat in. As fan’s wandered through the stadium, a lost expression settled upon their faces while they desperately searched for their seats. Anxiously, the fans awaited the start of the concert. The clean ground already began to fill up with food wrappers
An Embarrassing time is when me and my family went to the Getty museum there was an outdoor area where and I was wearing flip flops that day. Next we were looking over an edge which was very high up. Next, my feet were towards the edge of the railing that was blocking me from falling. Then my shoe fell off into the beautiful scenery down below we were looking at. It took hours for the employees to find a way to get down there, because it was very far down.
In my story I talk about one of my favorite shots I have ever taken. This story begins around 5 o’ clock in the morning after Christmas.. On a brisk cold early Saturday morning after Christmas we were on our way to the train station. Every year I get a Christmas trip instead of a present. This year I was headed to Boston!
On a dark and cold December morning, my family departed our house at precisely 6:17 AM for the 52 mile drive to JFK Airport. I was 11 years old, and was about to leave for a much anticipated trip to Puerto Rico over winter break. Little did I know that I would have a transforming experience before even landing on the island. As we waited in line for security, I found myself staring at the flight status monitor, memorizing all of the flights and their departure gates. Some kind of special connection was made with that hypnotic flight information screen!
It wasn't a dream. I thought maybe I was just dreaming about yet another day on the streets, it's probably been a few months now, but I knew it was real from the pain in my back. I still have all my belongings so I know that I haven't been robbed.
