Personal Narrative: Words Of Tupac Shakur

A disturbance in a Tuesday morning routine was a change of a lifetime: my brief car-ride nap was interrupted by a crash, then, the jarring of the ambulance. It was an unexpected awakening. Sixth grade social studies and spelling tests had to be put aside, as the rest of my day would be filled with the beeps of machines and chatter of scrub-clad trauma nurses. Suddenly, my mind was back in my body - and my first conscious words were my complaints of the uncomfortable neck brace, followed by my request to remove it. The nurses exchanged concerned looks. I would see those same eyes in my aunt when she visited me in the ICU, but the difference is that one look was worried for possible neck injury, and the latter was telling the news of my father’s death.

An outsider: a person who does not belong. I stepped onto the chilly, uninviting plane with a sparkle of hope and adventure in my eyes. I was flying in an enormous plane to go on a gruesome eighteen hour flight. At first sight, every single person shot at us, not because we were flying a plane. But, because we were eight American- Russians, with expensive handbags and drew the most attention to ourselves with four carry- on suitcases because of the two week long trip. The trip started a couple days after school ended, when everyone was enjoying the amazing freedom of summer, I was stuck on a large, yet claustrophobic vessil.As I stood up from the luxurious business class, my legs stgarted to tingle with excitement. Well that, or I have been

When I was younger, I always knew I had a talent and passion for music especially in the audio production field of music. I started my career off by enrolling at Full Sail University to obtain my goal and achieve all the skills necessary to follow the dream I love. Focusing on one professional I admire I’ve dived in deep and researched an abundance amount of information, and applied it to lessons that can come toward my own success. The role model I have chosen today is Dr. Dre. The reason I’ve picked Dr. Dre is because throughout his life, he has had some troubles that has waken him up from reality to prove that he is one of the greatest producers in life. I wanted to find out more about him

Every single day, society tries to define my cultural identity. I struggle trying to set myself apart from the norm but, being a modern American teenage girl, I find myself being influenced by what is considered “cool.” It attempts to make me the “perfect” version of myself. But I am not what society wants me to be.

I think that this activity gave me the extra push I needed because over Thanksgiving break I spoke up to one of my family members for the first time ever when they said something negative about Black people. I know that I still have an incredible amount of progress to make, and that it is something that I should have been doing all along, but I am still glad that I finally made a step in the right direction.

Everyone in high school looks to one thing their whole 4 years of high school that is graduation I never really realized it till it hit me I 'm a senior in high school and I have no idea what I am doing I have a 2.0 GPA and I never really took school seriously

Joshua: Our community Malcolm X festival was a yearly event at Frederick Douglass Park. Just blacks from our house every group, company, church, school, rich person, poor person and everybody who wanted to come, gathered together for a day to celebrate, being a community. I first I thought it was just a day to eat and have fun, until I started learning more about the history of our people.

Yelling, screaming, blood, that 's the first thing I remember. A punch to my face, I went down, all I could see was blood as I became one of the 17 hospitalized that day. Yelling, screaming, blood.

Remember a time when I first discovered that the world was stranger as I was a baby hearing noises and seeing objects for the very first time. As a child growing up I began to understand the use of the noise and the functions of the objects. I notice the world was strange by the different colors and patterns while looking outside. The world seems strange with the different races, height, and sizes of the different race. It 's seem strange that people of different races spoke and wrote in different languages.

The negro community is no stranger than disadvantage. Even on the surface of thought with the weapons Richard and his friend uses against the white children. Richard’s situation is a perfect foreshadow of modern society. He gets gashed with a broken glass bottle and instead of focusing on who threw it, he gets blamed. Where do we see that today ? Black men are getting killed by law enforcement and we exchange our justice with suspensions and discharge. Where is the equality ? For sure if I was white I wouldn’t feel threatened to today’s dangers of walking down the street. I feel worrisome with the sight of police even if I am certain I have done no crime. This feeling was not imprinted in my mind during birth. This rage was seen on TV, social

Anisha Reid, a twenty-three year old, African American woman, born July 30, 1992 and raised up north in Trenton, New Jersey to Tina and Richard. The youngest of thirteen children. Graduated high school from Trenton Central High School in June 2010. Presently enrolled at the University of West Georgia to obtain a Bachelor’s Degree in Nursing.

What does success mean to me? It means accomplishing things in life and reaching your goals. Everyone has a different view of what success actually is. Success also means setting a goal and reaching it in a time frame you set for yourself. For example I believe finishing college and gaining a career in a field you love is being successful because it is a goal that can be achieved. Another person might think of success as making millions of dollars and having a huge house with nice cars this is also an achievable goal. I want nothing more than to graduate with a degree and start my career as a dental hygienist.

The summer going into my Junior year of high school, I started volunteering at a retirement community called The Legacy down the road. I helped out by playing games with residents, talking to them, and helping with the weekly socials where we serve treats like pie and ice cream. Not many of my friends understood why I would take the time out of my day and spend it at The Legacy. To answer their question, it is because many of the residents at The Legacy do not have family nearby and have not seen their children, sisters, brothers, etc. in many years, so even a simple conversation with them can really brighten their day. The day that I realized the impact I had on the residents at Legacy was when they started remembering my name and started

It still remains fresh in my memory that when I was still in my junior high school, one day my classmates and I were walking on our way home after school, around the corner of the street appeared a black man whom was very rare to see in my hometown. Although my parents had taught me that it was very impolite to stare at other for a long time, however, I still slowed down my footstep and could not help glancing at the black man a few more times with my classmates who is behaving more unbridled, laughing out loud teasingly and talking in a very low voice. At that time I did not know if that could be counted as racial discrimination of not because we certainly had never had the idea that black man is inferior to us, instead, we just thought the black man was so different to us. However, if some people do that to me, I would definitely be annoyed a little. Later, when I was admitted by a high school in the city I live, I finally had the chance to meet some foreign teachers and international friends with whom I have maintained very good relationships. More than a few of them have told me that they feel “not comfortable ” when some Chinese people look at them up and down and talk of them behind their backs. Foreigners and Chinese are of the different races, although almost all Chinese people as far as I know are

The cab driver doesn’t even raise his eyebrows when a teenage girl gets in his car and gives a long-distance address. He maintains a driving pace that 's seventeen miles over the speed limit. I decide that I like him.