Personal Narrative: Moving To Chicago

My mom likes almost every movie. She’s easily entertained, so much so I often joke she is sucked into the plight of characters in a 30 second commercial. She can list only a handful of films she has truly disliked. So, before I watched “Chicago,” which I already knew didn’t have a spotless reputation, imagine my trepidation when even she said she did not like it that much. My mother and I are in lockstep.

Growing up in a small, middle class town in the midwest left little cultural diversity surrounding me as a young child. Me and all of my friends seemed to be cut from the same material. For the most part, we all had two loving, caring parents, we often times did not struggle for items necessary to live, and we often times were never introduced to people much different than us. It can be quite easy to say the midwest is the worst place to raise an open minded child; that being said, I believe my first two hours in Germany opened my eyes more than anything else I have gone through in my entire life.

Teena and I configured backpacks with water bladders holding four gallons of Go Juice. We also packed several rounds of journey cake, and made practice runs with the rigs. Our goal was to be able to run forty miles in under five hours to have a slight safety margin. It required several adjustments before getting everything packed just right.

I was very sad because I loved it in Pennsylvania, and I just wasn’t ready to leave yet. It was a great time though, I just loved falling into the water. Yes, it was very cold and I scraped my knee on a jagged rock , but it was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I should have never smarted off to my parents though complaining that I didn’t want to wear a stupid life jacket, and that I would just look stupid in it.

My mom was very confused when we met with her in the lobby, she was watching from the stands and didn’t really know what was happening, so we told her. We took pictures to commemorate the moment, there was lots of hugs and dancing for some reason. Because it was 10pm on a Saturday we weren’t very sure what to do, so we did the thing everyone does, we went and got pizza and milkshakes. It was very weird feeling, but a very interesting story to tell, I wouldn’t give it up for the

For instance, the kids do not have the best education, house equipment, clothing and so on. For me, I have everything they could imagine to be honest and perhaps even the adults as well. I am supremely grateful for the multiple freedoms that they rarely have. I get to stay out late and enjoy a day out with my friends when the kids in El Salvador have be in doors by evening due to gang activity and murders. Most of all I am thankful for my mother.

The meme is funny because he was so excited to take a selfie with Justin Timberlake and probably had no idea who he was because of his age. After a few days people who were creating the memes shifted from Justin to regular every day sayings and problems. One of the other memes was his mom texting him that the pizza rolls were done and that he had to leave the super bowl to go eat. The picture is broad and people could really edit it and make it say anything they wanted to.

The Gilded Love In “The Gilded Six Bits”, a short story by Zora Neale Hurston, the marriage between Joe and Missie May is greatly affected by materialism. Every Saturday afternoon Joe throws nine silver dollars for Missie May to pile beside her plate at dinner; she then runs out to greet him and they play fight with each other. She digs through his pockets for candy kisses and other goods that he has put in them for her to find. They obviously love each other, but I think that in this Hurston is giving a subtle hint of what role materialistic things play in the relationship between them.

Emmett Till was a loving, fun fourteen year old boy who grew up on the Southside of Chicago. During 1955, classrooms were segregated yet Till found a way to cope with the changes that was happening in the world. Looking forward to a visit with his cousins, Emmett was ecstatic and was not prepared for the level of segregation that would occur in Money, Mississippi when he arrived. Emmett was a big prankster, but his mother reminded him of his race and the differences that it caused. When Till arrived in Money, he joined in with his family and visited a local neighborhood store for a quick beverage.

The aroma of burning wood, gooey marshmallows, and burnt hotdogs filled the air in the hot yet enjoyable evening. Sounds of children laying and adults gossiping filled the ears of all the neighbors. There is only two rules you must obey to attend the Kessinger family reunion: no fighting and no alcohol. These rules were in place for good reason, about two years before my uncle Stan and my uncle Rick had a little too much to drink, and began to fight. At the end if you were to ask me, uncle Stan won the fight with only 2 broken fingers and a black eye, while uncle Rick had a broken nose, black eye, and a broken rib.

i told everyone that i was an exchange student and would only be there for two days. I talked too the coach about being on the team and he said i could start next game. i was so excited and happy that i got to have a payoff day. we drove down on the bus too go too the game and i told all the kids about my life in africa cause i painted myself black.

Moving to Iowa Falls I moved to Iowa Falls, Iowa when I was in sixth grade. This had a big impact on my life. I was really nervous and scared. I didn’t want to move at all. I was really angry.

Coming of Age “Have a good time. remember to take food out of the bottom oven, bye” my mom said. Those were the last words she said before going off into the city with my dad that night. They had left Jack, Grace, and I with our grandparents for the night.