In summary, on 09/21/15 at 0418 hours I was patrolling the area of 1600 S. Laramie Ave., at which time I observed a male subject with a youthful appearance walking northbound 16th Street. I made contact with the subject, at which time he identified himself as (Rosas, Alexis DOB 04/21/97). While speaking with Rosas, I detected a strong odor of fresh cannabis emanating from his person. Rosas related he had some cannabis in his sweater pocket. I recovered a silver box containing a green leafy substance from Rosas ' right sweater pocket.
When I made a lucky catch, I learned what carelessness could cost you. I was around seven years old at the time, and I played baseball for Lakeview Playground. It was my first year of playing hardball, and like everyone else, I had no knowledge of what was happening. Our team name was the “Grey Sharks,” only because our jerseys were
By the time I made my way back to the dining room my mother had left. Maybe she too had grown weary of the game. While I waited for her to return, I craved a taste of the repast. As soon as I place the spoon in my mouth, I realized Marsha, my mother’s personal chef, had neglected to remove the pin bones from the fish. In sheer disgust, I toss my napkin on the table and went to search for my mother.
I was born and raised in an urban area called Fort Worth, Texas. Fort Worth is the city of cowboys and culture. I would also like to add that it is the number one tourist destination in Texas. Destinations, for example, the Kimbell Art Museum, the Fort Worth Zoo, and the Stockyards are extraordinary to discover. The Kimbell Art Museum has a little, however astounding art collection as well as traveling art displays, instructive programs and an broad research library.
We are certainly a class that will be remembered as being, how can I say it... Spirited! Right Mr. Bonney. Even though with the fantastic and funny memories from this year also, there also comes unfortunate terrifying tragedies at our nation school that has most definitely had an impact on all of us in some way and we keep all of those affected by those senseless events in our thoughts today and always.
Like the classic saying has it “You can take the kid out of Brooklyn but you can’t take the Brooklyn out of the kid.” Same goes for Chicago this is my story. I was born in the windy city, on the south side. I wasn’t there for that long I was there till my fifth birthday, and then I moved to Boston, Ma with my mother, sister and I. However, I believe that south side raised me because every winter and summer vacation I would visit my grandmother or as she liked to be called “Mo-Mo” While visiting her I’ve seen some pretty harsh situations.
On November 10th I visited the Marietta Cobb Museum of Art. The museum is located in southern colonial building in Marietta Square. The building use to be a Post office back in 1910 but later became the art museum in 1990. The museum tries to focus on American art. The exhibit that I viewed was named Perception by artist David Kessler, John Petrey, and Isaac Payne.
One night, during the cold winter, I walked along the side walk to reach the local store down the block. As I walked out, before I can realize it, I was dropping down onto the concrete while bullets swiftly passed me. I then began to run back home, but I wanted to keep running. Away from Chicago, away from the west side. Growing up in Chicago, it was easy to assume that there was nothing different beyond the blocks of my streets.
After years of waiting and preparing we started on the journey to the west. We made our way to Independence, Missouri to go on the Oregon Trail which was laid by traders and trapers. While there I became familiar with George Wilson who was also a working family man. A lot of families left together making the trail busy and causing jams..
Out of the three activities I participate in at Anson High School, the National Art Honor Society would be one that has impacted me the most. When I was first put into the art class my sophomore year, I tried my hardest to drop the course. The reason being is because I knew for a fact I would not be able to fully enjoy the course with my lack of artistic skills. After being in the class for a month and completing my first art assignment, I realized how much talent I actually do possess. A passion for art was quickly created over the course of time.
Japanese Garden On my visit to Frederik Meijer Gardens I was able to see the Japanese Garden and it really was beautiful. This garden really stood out to me, and I was excited to see it. I have always been interested and liked looking at gardens. While walking through this garden there was so many things that stood out to me
Born in Dallas, Texas raised in Houston, Texas, I was the type of kid that didn’t need much or that moved around a lot. I was a young dreamer wishing to be something big. I had all the support I needed, but I was just a kid… The type of family I had was the type that will give you what you want but on one condition. That condition was that you’ll have to earn it.
Everyone has a favorite subject, it may be the only class that they can stay awake for, or a class that someone may feel compelled to write a paper for that isn’t even homework. Either way history is that subject for me. Ever since I was in elementary school something about hearing of other times and people interested me in a way nothing else had. I was that weird kid who liked going to museums and read history books for fun.
I live in Linden and my community is small, but we are close to one another. We are a respectful town and show love to everyone. In 2012, our community was struck hard by Hurricane Sandy. Water flooded every house on my block up to the second floor, but mine. I thank God for allowing the water not to damage our house, but to think of the effect it had on all my neighbors is horrible and heartbreaking.
As a young girl, around the age of 10 I lived in the Perry projects with my mother. Previously to moving there I would visit often to see my great-grandmother. When I would visit my grandmother there were not many other people that were African-American. The Commodore Perry Projects had been actually made for white people.
