Personal Narrative: Desert Ridge

I think my parents are going to go deaf soon. Between the snap of the snare drum, the ring of a crash cymbal, the kick of the bass drum, and the clang of the baby grand piano, my parents hearing is declining. With percussion and piano I have been drawn to the more boisterous instruments. Even though I play some of the loudest instruments, my parents still yell at me for being on the quiet computer. It seems that my parents don’t value quiet as much as I thought. I have a variety of interests some of which include music, marching band, and video games.

When I was in the fifth grade I had joined West Side Boys & Girls Club they had opened my eyes on how to be friendly and how to respect others around you.They had prepared me on how to include people and how to open up myself and how to get ready for college and what it has to offer me.

It was one of those scorching summer day that always brought the same circumstances day in and day out. Dehydration, strokes, hyperthermia, and fevers were just some of the conditions that happen to people on a typical summer day in the Grand Canyon State. Also, weather was always a vigorous barricade that strained people from being active outside, but that would not restrain me from backpacking Camelback Mountain. I’ve heard numberless intimidating stories about people dying as well as obtaining severe injuries, but that was not about to terrify me. Today was the day that I was going to overcome my fears by hiking one of the uttermost difficult mountains in Arizona, Camelback Mountain.

Brave, have no fear of someone or something. American soldiers represent bravery. The huts of the soldiers were very long and wide. The fireplace was in acceptable condition. No beds in the huts just straw and mud. I have decided to re-enlist because of inspiration, help from congressmen, and conditions are somewhat good.

I would like to attend Archbishop Mitty High School for many reasons. Some of those reasons are the community, the academics, and the athletics.

The people I met at Governor 's school played two distinct roles. They either affirmed my beliefs, or introduced me to new ideas that I adopted. There was never any mean conflict. Honestly, I cannot recall a negative disagreement I had while at Governor’s School. While they were plenty of disagreements, they were met with attentive ears and amiable debaters. The level of respect shown between peers and also between the staff and students was unlike any educational setting I had previously been exposed to.

It was a cool day in the Poconos Mountains, we had made a reservation to go white water rafting. The next morning we had to wake up extra early to eat breakfast so we weren’t late for our trip. When my parents said, “were going white water rafting” I thought we were going straight down to the river , but of course it wasn’t.

Growing up in Capital Heights, Maryland was never easy. At the time the crime in that City was to me, at its peak, there were shootings, robbing’s, and bad influences around every corner. Every day I got up early and walked out my little house sitting firmly on the hill, down the street to John Edgar Howard Elementary, the school I attended at the time. Yes, the neighborhood was rough, but I was fortunate enough to have a strong support system. My Grandmother made sure to wake me up every morning to haul me of to school where I would meet my loving, devoted teachers and coaches. With their help I left John Edgar Howard elementary school with a strong head on my shoulders, and the devotion to strive for more.

I will not lie to you UNC Wilmington was not my first choice of schools, I was the kid who wanted to get out of the area and explore. My dreams originated elsewhere in big cities living in the fast lane and no turning back. I felt this way all of the way up until about two weeks ago, this was when I realized everything I want and or need in life is right here in Wilmington. Love also played a big factor in my decision to want to attend UNC Wilmington but a love much more than that of any significant other this love is for my school. I attend Heide Trask High School, it is very small and the athletics are very lack luster at best. Instead of the person that is ready to get as far away as they can from their high school I have now come to realize that my heart is in Rocky Point. I feel an obligation to make Trask great.

I have done some research on all the groups available at your unique and extraordinary campus. There are many groups that I intend to participate in and contribute to. After reading about all the choices I was very intrigued by the COW 4 Kids organization. This organization and what they are about is very important to me. I have learned that they care for abused children and look to improve their home and school life by fostering and or adoption. I was adopted as a child so this organization and what they are about speaks very loudly to my soul and my life. I was lucky enough to not have to go through any sort of abuse or neglect from either of my families, but I do know that it is very prevalent in today 's society. I was adopted when I was

Changing schools the first time was pretty rough. I had to leave all of my friends and favorite teachers. I went from Cloverdale to Taylor’s Crossing Public Charter School. I went there for fifth and sixth grade then I changed again and came to Rocky Mountain. Coming back to the district was a little hard but most of my friends recognized me and all I really had to do was get used to the schedules and routine. I have enjoyed all three of the schools

Picking to attend a Community college for me is the best choice that I picked for my education. Community colleges provide a great service to students in many more ways other than just education. They help students who are unsure what they want to do or are unable to attend a four year university. Community Colleges also provide continuing education even after they have gotten a degree and a job.

Eight years ago I walked into a Navy recruiter's office and said, " If I join today, when is the soonest I can go to boot camp?" I did not know what to expect. However I was sure of one thing, and that was that I wanted to join the United States Navy. As those eight years ensued, the Navy began to mold me physically and mentally. Some of the changes I underwent were positive, and others were rather uncouth. Some effects of being in the military were abrupt, and others occurred gradually over time. It seemed like every time I looked around the Navy was reshaping some aspect of my life. Life in the military has had multiple effects on me.

Let's start out bluntly here; I want to go to a different school. NOW WAIT!!! Before you roll your eyes and start counting how many times i've told you this, lets actually consider what we, or, what I am talking about here. As you are probably sick of hearing, I hate my current school. Hate is indeed a strong word so... I should use something stronger. I despise Century. But, changing schools has a benefit to the both of us! I understand there is something holding you back from changing me, but I hope this letter will change your mind.

As Americans, we view the Constitution as a stepping stone to making the great country we live in today. Yet, we the people of the United States failed to realize another component in order to form a perfect union. Which is to establish and promote equal opportunities for a quality education for all. However, we live in a society where social locators such as class, gender, and race are huge factors in the determination of one’s educational future. Our social location determines our access to power, privilege, or our lack of power and privilege. It gives us status and blocks us from having status. Statistically, there is thirty-seven percent of Americans who go to College while sixty-four percent do not. I am an African American eighteen-year-old