My eyes were closed. I could not move, but I could hear everything. Doctors were yelling and frantically scurrying all around me. I could hear the shouting of medicines and dosages as doctors pushed fluids into my IV. Suddenly, everything went blank, and that 's all I remember from my first hospitalization.
All of my life, I had known nothing, but Snellville, Georgia. Snellville was a very small city in Northwest Georgia, weighing in with a population of about 20,000. Since Snellville was where I was born and raised, I was used to what the city had to offer, even though it wasn't very much. My family and I had never traveled outside of the state for two reasons: we weren't in a financial position to do so
A word that comes to mind when I watch the movie, Blood in Blood Out is “raza.” To me this word symbolizes family, close friends, and brotherhood. For instance, the film has moments of great happiness with family, but also moments of despair with life. The movie Blood in Blood out has made me feel empathy with the Hispanic culture, the experience of gang violence, and the film reminds me of pain.
I went to bed at around two-thirty a.m., when the summer heat had set itself on the night. My blanket sat at the corner of my bed. I was sharing the bed with my older brother, with my mother and two sisters in the other room. Even though we were the youngest , my brother and I were the only boys in the family. Besides, we used to share it with our father.
A few summers ago some of my cousins, aunts, and uncles went on a road trip. We traveled to California, Nevada, Arizona, and Colorado in the span a month. While all these states are in the same country, they all have different social norms. When we went to most places people new almost right away we were from the south. One lady told us she knew we were from the south, because of the jewelry we were wearing.
Critical thinking is the idea of analyzing, evaluating and rationalizing issues, concepts, problems, and purpose. Critical thinking is not only utilized in workplaces, but we also use this skill in our day to day life even if we do not realize it. There were times where critically thinking has helped me on many occasion in my personal life. About a few weeks ago, I moved in with two of my friends in an apartment. Unfortunately, a day before I had moved in, it had snowed heavily covering my parking stall, so I parked in my neighbor's stall by accident.
Alameda County California. I grew up in Oakland, California and went to Franklin Elementary School. When I was in the 5th grade I moved to Hayward California and went to Eldridge Elementary School. As a transfer student, I felt different from everyone else and my learning abilities were different. I learned quicker than others and was more intellectual than they were and because of these things I never really had friends.
Barely awake, I overheard my parent talking in the in the living room. Curiosity took over me as I slowly Got off my bed, silently crept into the hallway, and behind the wall. My brother Blake, who was also awakened, followed me. As we were listening, only one word hit me like my grandma slapping some sense into me. And it was that one word that destroyed my old life.