Personal Narrative-Hi-Way Inn, A Fitting

Growing up in South Carolina it was very adventurous. A warm night on October 03 2000 in West Palm Beach, FL Griz was born. I was born in JFK Hospital. But as soon as I born I moved to Dale, SC. All throughout elementary and middle school, I was called Dequan.

It’s June 16, 2016, and I’m in Eagle River. I’m thinking to myself, “Why am I here? I am not in the mood for this. This isn’t what I planned for. I should be walking through the competitor gates, not the gates for the stands and raffles.”

I 'm Kin Storm. I 'm 20 years old. I 'm from Las Venturas, my type of clothing, style, skills, the way I talk, all came from the Las Venturas. I had to leave my previous job, fisherman, just for the sake of reuniting my family. I 'm here today to be part of the FBI, because not all of the people have the chance to join this faction , although sometimes, I see effort in them.

“Come on make your lay-up, Lewis!” Coach Marshall yells. Obviously not at me though, considering I am always sitting on the bench. He yells this at Alex Lewis, our starting point guard at Rockwood High School. Also, the same starting point guard that plays over me.

To experience an aspect of local Hispanic culture, I visited Panadería Pahuatlán, a Hispanic bakery in Durham. Even from the outside, it was immediately clear that Panadería Pahuatlán was a Hispanic bakery, as the bright, eye-catching signs were all written in Spanish. Once inside, it was just as vibrant as the outside. Piñatas hung from the ceiling, display cases of desserts lined the walls, bread cooled on shelves, and racks of various other products stood around the store. Panadería Pahuatlán was immediately very different from any American bakery I had every gone to.

It’s been almost 49 years since the start of artist’s migrating to Barrio Logan began, expressing their pride and joy for their race hoping to unite their community. Although I don’t think that they really thought that their passion for art would go so far beyond what they had expected. See I am a Mexican coffee shop owner and I have here been for the past 20 years. My business is good, although sometimes I wish it could be better.

Off and On I, Kevin Sandersons, am not a genius. I simply am determined to succeed in my future, yet my grades and actions in class imply the future Einstein is present, according to my classmates. But that’s not how I visualize myself. I’m 13 years old and I live in Charleston, SC.

It was a Friday night. We were thrilled to be out of school, it had been a long week. I was on a short leash with my teachers since me and my pals Barry and John brought stink bombs to school and stunk up the whole cafeteria. At least twenty kids had to go home sick. Needless to say, it was the prank of the year.

Just Another Day in Boonsboro It was just another day in Boonsboro, Maryland. I drove on 34 like I do every day. I saw the same police officer parked at the edge of the police station attempting to scare citizens into slowing down. I drove through the narrow streets full of quaint townhouses and came to a stop at one of the three stoplights in our town.

Meet my Jazz band. This is a picture of us in New Orleans my junior year during spring break to play Jazz. I decided upon this picture because this band has had such a profound impact on how I frame my future. My connection with music through the piano has been fostered ever since I could reach those shiny black and white collection of keys. Starting at the age of four, playing the classical music of Mozart and Bach was what my musical background was founded upon, with tangible medals and accomplishments as achievements.

The Cobbler It was a was brisk October morning in the great city of Detroit and the trees were just beginning to change from green to the yellows and oranges of autumn. It was dawn, and there was a thin layer of frost blanketing the grass like a sleeping child, and a cobbler shop lights were turning on for a long day's work. The large brick building was different from every other shop on the block just as the man who owned the shop was unlike anyone in his profession. Known as the best cobbler in Michigan, Marcus Cobblestone worked with his wife Barbara at his side and unlike any other man in the city, Marcus had his pet chimpanzee, Ralph with him in the shop at all times. On this brisk October morning, as Marcus enjoyed his fresh cup of coffee

I don't know dude I think everyone's all jealous and shit 'cause I'm like the lead singer of a band dude And I think everyone's got a fuckin' problem with me dude And they need to take it up with me after the show Because These chicks don't even know the name of my band But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands 'Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man All because I'm the lead singer of my band

We drove up there and searched for it for about an hour. No luck, the building was nowhere to be found. So then my friends and I gave up to get something to nibble on because searching took a lot out of us. The next night we still had no luck,we started to get really frustrated. We decided to seek help from some people who had been there before.

Penny checked the time on her smart phone. “We have to be seated before the ceremony begins. I don’t want to be late. Okay?” “Sure, Pen.

I walked up the stairs of the building, admiring it’s beautiful architecture. A bunch of my friends and I joked around about how we would “kill” to live here - what it would be like to get lost in your house. The floor was marble, while the columns on the building