It was first day of middle school, my mother used to pick me after school but now wasn 't able to so I had to start riding the bus. I 've never road the bus to my house before so I was scared. Once the bell rang for school to get let out I walked outside along with the other kids to find my bus, 210. I spent about 20 minutes looking for my bus and I guess I spend so much time looking for it that all the buses started leaving.
My FFA membership has taught me more than I ever thought it would. When I first came back to YPS I was in eighth grade. This meant I was a Greenhand. Although Greenhands are supposed to be Freshmen, they were seventh and eighth graders here. I didn’t know what to expect. My sister, Maddy had been the Sentinel that year. At home, she talked about FFA, what it is, what it does, and how much fun she had. A few months into the next school year, Greenhand Officer elections had been announced. Honestly, I wasn’t interested in running, but I figured it could possibly open doors for me in the future, so why not go ahead and fill out the application and do the interview.
The law enforcement agency I chose was the San Diego County District Attorney Office, also known as the SDCDA. The person in charge of this agency is Bonnie Dumanis, her job title is the District Attorney of the San Diego County. As the County District Attorney, she oversees approximately 310 attorneys that work in the District Attorney Office. These District Attorneys are known as Deputy District Attorneys or Prosecutors. Dumanis has been the District Attorney of the San Diego County since 2003. Before she took office there had only been three people to serve as the District Attorney since World War 2, with two of them serving for more than two decades each.
Somebody cannot run and manage their organization without any clear rules and frame how to govern it. It’s just the same like governing and managing the nation or state. Thus, the Northwest Ordinance was made in 1787 (259). This ordinance generally talked about the specific act about how to rule and govern the Northwest Territory hence there will be no misapplication later (259). Furthermore, this ordinance were talking about how to become a state (259). It is included the preparation and procedure to get the state status. Well, the procedure might more likely the same with the one had by the royal colonies (259). Yet, this ordinance had three different main points.
June 15, 2012. It was a frantic Friday afternoon just after my lunch hour had just ended when I got a call from my friend Giovi. “Have you heard the news?”, she said in a nasally voice. I asked what was wrong as she sounded like she was crying. “President Obama took executive action to give us a reprieve from deportation and a work permit.”, she continued. I fell to my knees and started sobbing. We stayed on the phone crying for about 30 seconds and felt overjoyed by the news and then hung up as I knew my boss would walk in at any minute. I composed myself and got back to work. I couldn’t help but to stray off from doing work and googling what had just happened. Trying to get information. What are the next steps? Requirements for this Deferred Action were posted a day later. Simple things and then there it was “Have continuously resided in the United States since June 15, 2007, up to the present time”. That sentence haunted me for years. That tiny phrase was what would hold me back for applying for DACA for the next 3 years.
With parallel parking being my new favorite thing I was almost certain I was going to pass my road test. I waited in line for what seemed like hours, I watched as people took off, then came back within 5 minutes of their test time. As more and more people came back, failing, I was growing more and more concerned and worried about how I was going to do, and if I was going to pass. I went through it in my head a million times as I waited, I told myself over and over that I could do it, and that I was a good driver, but nothing could reassure me as I saw for what seemed like the 50th person come out of their cars upset, giving their parents the wheel.
Andrew, my older brother, in middle of the road he was tired to keep ride the ox for 1 month. He asked me to replace him, so he can get some sleep. But then I do not have any experience of riding ox, that cause our wagon go wrong trail. The sky was dark like almost rain, I was panic. Everyone was in poor health because digest least food. It will take the several days to get back the trail, I scare that we can’t get back in time.
One of the most rewarding accomplishments in life have been assisting my wife with her residents card. I never would have inmagined how strenous, nerve-racking, stressful this adventure would be; and yes it has been quite an interesting adventure with an unexpected twist at the end. Nevertheless to say I begin this painstakingly journey by asking my wife how do we start this process? Despite my negative attitude towards my wife, she replied gently "we need to start off by visiting our accountant who also specializes in immigration law. "Go figure". After our visit with the accountant we had detailed instructions on where to go first to start the process. Next we head to USCIS application support center in El Paseo. Without a doubt we
I was raised with Christian values in mind, and attended a Methodist school. I was raised in the Christian faith yet I find myself, as with some of my friends who were raised in the same conditions, we seem to be growing farther away from our upbringing as we age. I find myself simply not understanding as time goes by, a complete polar opposite from the song ‘Farther Along’. One of my hopes in attending PBA is to try and find answers and a reason to try and reconnect myself. I believe PBA, from what I’ve read, has a very friendly understanding environment. One where you sit down and go into depths about faith, instead of blindly following it because it was your parent’s
“Driving just fine? You’ve been swerving into the other lanes and hitting the rumble strips! You can’t even drive in a straight line. May I remind you that you almost hit an overpass?” My forehead was growing hot, and I could feel it spread to my cheeks. I leaned over the center console and turned the air-conditioning on full blast again.
I had just turned 16 years old. My parents had both decided that it was an appropriate age to go and try to get my driver’s license. First, I needed to get my permit. When I did research online, I learned that I would need to take two tests. One would be on sign recognition and the other on driving rules, regulations, and laws. I was really nervous and I knew that I needed to do a lot of studying.
They way that I earned money growing up was by washing babysitting or finding odd jobs like cleaning yards , washing cars until I was about 17 than I able to get a real job an get paid hourly. Growing up I never really kept track of my earnings or my expenses because I did not have any. However did kept track of my savings since I wanted to buy my first car. The way that I did this was through auto draft at the time if I was getting paid weekly so I would automatically get 50 dollars switched from, checking to my saving. In no time I had 16,000 dollARS SAVED
As I drove home, on the same highway I had driven or ridden almost every day my entire life, something about this drive felt different. Maybe it was because that ride connected myself with my work, my friends, my whole life, and I was about to take this drive for the last time. I had just left my best friend, Madison’s house. We spent the entire day hanging out, eating, and losing my pedicure virginity, but avoiding the inevitability that, unlike the previous times we had spent together, we would have to say goodbye. As I was driving, tears streamed down face in a complex mix of sadness and joy. I had been battling with my disease endlessly and finally, I was completing my adventure for the cure.
The day I greatly feared has finally come. The day every teenager must go through. I have been at home all summer and my parents decided to sign me up for a drivers education course. The course started the very next week. Since it was the beginning of summer my class was full of students my age and younger. On the first day, we went through driving rules and traffic signs. In two days I took a test to get my learners permit so I could be able to drive with my instructor. I passed! Weeks went by and I finished my course, now all I had left was to sign up for my road test. Although I have not practiced parallel parking, I still managed to get my drivers license and pass my test. My only problem I had was I did not have enough practice with parallel
When I was born my siblings were 10, 13, and 16. Being so far apart in age caused my life to be very different than that of my siblings. Before I knew it everyone was doing their own thing, going off to college and getting married. My parents divorced when two, so it was just me and my Mom. We ended up moving around a lot. Growing up I never really had a place I thought of as my hometown, but in the end I feel I have ended up where I am supposed to be.