Personal Narrative: Our Way To The Morton Arboretum In Lisle, Illinois

Like the classic saying has it “You can take the kid out of Brooklyn but you can’t take the Brooklyn out of the kid.” Same goes for Chicago this is my story. I was born in the windy city, on the south side. I wasn’t there for that long I was there till my fifth birthday, and then I moved to Boston, Ma with my mother, sister and I. However, I believe that south side raised me because every winter and summer vacation I would visit my grandmother or as she liked to be called “Mo-Mo” While visiting her I’ve seen some pretty harsh situations. Let’s just say living on south side is pretty tough it really like a jungle; I see the way family and old family friends live. South side Chicago has taught me to never trust clowns, watch my back, don’t stay out to late, and NEVER trust anyone other than your “gang”/ family and to not smile to much it’s a sign of weakness.

One night, during the cold winter, I walked along the side walk to reach the local store down the block. As I walked out, before I can realize it, I was dropping down onto the concrete while bullets swiftly passed me. I then began to run back home, but I wanted to keep running. Away from Chicago, away from the west side. Growing up in Chicago, it was easy to assume that there was nothing different beyond the blocks of my streets. Everybody lived the same way and talked the same way; not many people was different. I made my own decision, at the age of 10 to not be another statics of my community. When my mother moved my family and I to San Antonio, I devoted my time to school and bettering my opportunity to go to a Tier one institution which

Sep 14 i 'm traveling to the hoosier national state park to see the sights. when it 's rainy and I slid off the road and crashed into the woods the truck rolled and I landed against a tree. I couldn 't stop i landed on my roof and had to cut my seat belt to get down then i worked on finding my wits and seeing what happened to me. when i looked around i was i was down a pit and couldn 't get out.

On November 10th I visited the Marietta Cobb Museum of Art. The museum is located in southern colonial building in Marietta Square. The building use to be a Post office back in 1910 but later became the art museum in 1990. The museum tries to focus on American art. The exhibit that I viewed was named Perception by artist David Kessler, John Petrey, and Isaac Payne. The exhibit is meant to show different point of views on how we perceive the world. The piece of artwork that stood out to me as I walked through the exhibit was entitled Bicycle Church. The artist who created this piece was Isaac Payne. Isaac Payne is a teacher and an artist from Charlotte NC. According to artistday.com he teaches art at Wingate University. He grew up in Tacoma WA, and received a Bachelors of Fine Arts from the Cleveland institute of Art.

Everyone has a favorite subject, it may be the only class that they can stay awake for, or a class that someone may feel compelled to write a paper for that isn’t even homework. Either way history is that subject for me. Ever since I was in elementary school something about hearing of other times and people interested me in a way nothing else had. I was that weird kid who liked going to museums and read history books for fun.

The seven principles of organization are harmony, variety, balance, proportion, dominance, movement, and economy. The art museum that I went to was the Los Angeles County Museum of Art. The galleries that I visited was the Broad Contemporary Art, AIhamnson Building, and The Art of the Americas Building. The artworks that I saw that had the principles of organization were “Construction (Untitled)” by George Grosz, “Mulholland Drive: The Road to the Studio” by David Hockney, and “Flower Day” by Diego Rivera. The principles that I saw in these artworks are proportion, movement, and dominance.

I visited the Breman on November 6th from 10:00 AM to 11:00 AM. My first impression when I walked into the exhibit was powerful. As a walked in and saw those first few pictures of anti-Semitism, I was powerfully moved in seeing the plight that the Jews had to face. My emotions were solemn and contained. I wanted to be respectful for those who had been murdered. One of the strongest impactors at the exhibit was its design and architecture. As you go through the exhibit, the walls and floors get progressive rougher and worse. This worked to symbolize how conditions got worse and worse for Jews as they went from ghettos to concentration camps. The windows became smaller and the light dimmed as well to symbolize how the Jews began lose hope, and

My last day at SpringBrook made me wish we could spend more time there. I was better prepared for it mentally and emotionally. I had a good day with the teen boys, and I even help calm down one which was really special for me. It might not seem as much with anybody else, but I was always anxious and nervous to talk to the kids and teens. I didn’t want to treat them like adults and they couldn’t understand or get frustrated. I also didn’t want to treat them like kids or babies and they feel like they are being talked down upon. I also felt as though I was better at talking to adults, especially with substance abuse problems. It made me feel good that one of the nurses remembered me and told me I helped her through a tough time while I was there

I visited the Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA) for my museum assignment. I went on a weekend decided to use the opportunity of going to the museum as a fun date with my girlfriend. Initially, I was not expecting much out of the trip, I thought it was going to be boring just walking around and looking at art, which is part of the reason I did not go alone. Once, I was there my thoughts changed, as seeing some of these amazing works in person was far from the same experience as just seeing pictures of them, I am not an art person, but it was definitely cool to see. The painting I chose to write on is "Cold Shoulder" which was painted my Roy Lichtenstein in 1963. The work was oil on canvas, and the dimensions were 68.5 x 48 inches. It

An Embarrassing time is when me and my family went to the Getty museum there was an outdoor area where and I was wearing flip flops that day. Next we were looking over an edge which was very high up. Next, my feet were towards the edge of the railing that was blocking me from falling. Then my shoe fell off into the beautiful scenery down below we were looking at. It took hours for the employees to find a way to get down there, because it was very far down. Finally, I did get my shoe back, but it’s so embarrassing because everyone was laughing at me, and had to see the rest of the museum with one shoe on.

My trip begins with a 4 hour flight from windsor airport to Calgary - AB. Once i have arrived at the airport in calgary, i 'll take a 4 hour drive to Alpine Village Cabin Resort, and travel another 413 km to get there. Once I have arrived at Alpine Village Cabin Resort ill check in and unpack. After i 'm finished unpacking , i 'll go to the General grocery that they have on site to pick up some food . After I have eaten i will take a cab to Jasper SkyTram this is about a 7 min (4.8 km) drive from the cabin. On this , i 'll soar above the park 's alpine tundra , watching out for all of the park 's wildlife down below such as Beavers, Hoary Marmots, Porcupines, Elk, Deer, Moose, Woodland Caribou, Bears and much more, as i gently climb

On my visit to Frederik Meijer Gardens I was able to see the Japanese Garden and it really was beautiful. This garden really stood out to me, and I was excited to see it. I have always been interested and liked looking at gardens. While walking through this garden there was so many things that stood out to me and I saw a lot of creativity. I have learned a lot about this garden from visiting it and researching it. For this paper I found it very fascinating to write about what I experienced and saw. After being able to visit the Japanese Garden I have been able to look at Dr. Becheres rules of concept, construct, and conversation.

My journey started in the Grand Canyon. With little backpacking experience and being barely old enough to vote, I drove the sleepless eleven-hour drive to the legendary ravine. People gave inquiring glances, wondering what a young man was doing all alone, carrying a backpack three quarters his size. I didn’t blame them. Most only go to the canyon to see it from the rim, with few daring to journey within. But my drive for adventure overpowered my fear, and I took my first steps into the canyon. Over the next three nights I explored its heart, journeying the vertical mile of trails to the bottom where the rock meets the Colorado River. Its crimson layers looked even more elegant from within. I dipped my raw feet into the freezing water of the

There’s a lot of people inside the park participating in many activities. I’m sitting on a bench near the fountain and people watching. Some people are sun bathing in the grass with their shoes off, while others are sitting on a blanket with their friends, significant others, or pet. They all look very relaxed and content. There’s a lot of music being played in the park. There’s a man with his guitar playing acoustic music, which is very calming. The sound is very soft and slow paced. A person walks by moments later with a small boombox blasting an old hip-hop song. The song that was playing was Slick Rick’s "Children's Story". I find this amusing because I still can’t believe that people walk around neighborhoods blasting music out of a large device on their shoulders; people usually do this with their phones. He walked by and rapped in English “There lived a lil' boy who was misled by another lil' boy and this is what he said: ‘Me and you, Ty, we gonna make some cash Robbin' old folks and makin' tha dash’”. He danced nodded his head with the rhythm and proceeded to walk through the park.

When I visited Wisconsin-Madison, it felt like a perfect fit. The tour began in the urban neighborhood of campus. I’ve always had an appreciation for city environments, because in a sense they are like libraries; the architecture and well-traveled streets are like the covers of books, and thousands of people traveling within them hold their own elaborate stories that you may never hear. So needless to say, I was already impressed with Madison. And then came the open, lake-side neighborhood, which made campus feel like it held the best of both worlds, considering that I am a fairly outdoorsy individual. Particularly, I’m ecstatic about Madison being one of the most bicycle-friendly cities in the nation. I work at my local bike shop and love