The Land of the Free… Well, Except Puerto Rico Whenever Americans think of Puerto Rico, they tend to think first of the beautiful Caribbean vacation destination. Whenever Puerto Ricans think of their island, they see the years of mistreatment and hardship that the island has endured. Puerto Rico has been the property of other countries for nearly five hundred years, but that does not give the United States a right to continue to ignore it. Puerto Rico’s status as a United States commonwealth keeps citizens from playing a part in fixing the political issues within the island. Without representation in the United States federal government nor political independence, Puerto Rico is powerless and silent.
A couple years pass and her mother decides that they are going to move to New York City. Her family members living in New York informer her that there are a lot of opportunities in the big city. In New York in when she discovers that her calling is to become a writer. Comprehension: Summary Jacqueline Woodson was born after slavery had ended but segregation was still on going. She comes from a long family tree of
Last summer before my freshman year, I sent her an email introducing myself and she was quite impressed by my ambitions, especially becoming a “geographical engineer.” I couldn’t wait to meet her in person at my orientation. When orientation came and I finally got to meet her, I was in for a pleasant start to my college career. She assigned me and all of her other advisees a project in
They told me that everything would be alright. My mother told me about Lou Brock, an amazing baseball player. He did not make any school baseball team, but he still became talented. I was skeptical at first, but my parents reassured me. I was inspired by this story, and I promised myself that my practices will be of high quality and quantity.
Going to college is probably one of the most important things that I have done in my life so far. Thinking back to everything I have done in the past ten years or so, I can see that taking to leap of faith to join college and further my education was such a huge step for me and I am glad that I did. Before I joined Southern New Hampshire University, I knew I would need some motivation to enroll. I remember a story my father told me about how he had gone to Technical College and became a licensed Master Mechanic and that really motivated me to want to further my education. Also, my brother had talked to me about two months ago and had told me his experience with going to college to earn his English degree and me, being the competitive brother I am, didn’t want him to be the only sibling to earn a degree.
My trek first began sophomore year of High School when I heard about the infamous "Appalachia Mission Trip." When students talked about this trip, you got the impression that they had gone to New York City for a weekend bachelor party. As soon as I heard the upperclassmen guarantee it was the most fun they've had on school trip, I knew I had to experience it myself. As it turns out, I had no idea what I was signing up for until we had our first meeting. The intimidating 6 foot 10 inch Kyle Goldcamp, Ex-minor league basketball player and head of the Lasallian Ministry department, was the first to talk about the responsibility and hard work this trip entails.
The beginning of my freedom began in such a strange way that I believe that it could only be because of God’s intervention that I was freed from my slavery. The true beginning to my Exodus was after I was accepted into St. Paul’s High School. After I was accepted I was very excited about this and I told my two former friends that I played video games with and it turned out that they did not get accepted. After receiving the news they were initially hopeful because they did not receive any sort of letter yet, so assumed that they would get accepted into St. Paul’s as well and we were all excited for going to school at St. Paul’s. At the time, I thought that we were the best of friends for the few days
My friends would tease me for spending the whole summer with Sadie Johnson, “The cookoo of Connecticut,” they called her. But I’m so very glad I did. She taught me then, to not care what other people thought. I learned that I could be friends with someone generations apart from my own. My visits became less frequent when school started.
I struggled with being accepted by my suburban, American schoolmates while still maintaining my fundamental cultural identity and individuality. Lucky, I lived in very close proximity to New York City and during my teenage years in order to escape the pressures of American suburbia, I routinely found comfort and excitement jumping on the bus and heading in to the jungles of NYC. After graduating high school, I took the expected next step in life toward an Associate Degree. I attended Bergen Community College, majoring in fine arts. Because by then my parents had divorced and our financial situation had changed, I worked full time to afford tuition.
I don’t remember my whole schedule but I do remember some of my classes I had math, biology, history, Spanish, English1, gym and some other that I can’t remember and all my classes I have to take it with them. This group of people were divided by to different nationality Puerto Ricco and Dominican republic so my first day the boys from the other country they were really nice with me until they star to give me rare looks: like I was something nasty or ugly and they start to say stupid jokes about where I’m from and I never say anything I felt humiliated and vulnerable of all this stuff had happen to me the same week I attended to the school. I decide to sit alone at the cafeteria, when five girls approached to my table and they set up a conversation
Before I began looking for colleges Syracuse to me was just a school with a really good Basketball team. But, I didn 't become interested in Syracuse University as a school until when I first started looking for colleges of my liking. Throughout my search for colleges, Syracuse was a school that stuck, it had everything I was looking for: top of the line education as well as a great business program in the Whitman School of Management. Sparked by my interest in Syracuse I prompted my guidance counselor to plan a trip to visit while in my junior year. When I visited the college I first noticed how gorgeous the campus was.
Ehrenreich travels to Florida, Maine, and Minnesota to experience the struggles of the working class first hand. She enters the endeavor with a limited amount of money only used to kickstart her journey, and a tenacity that could only be extinguished by the working class itself. She comes face to face with issues such as a weak job market, a lack of housing vacancy, exhaustion, and simply being able to afford food. Four college students from California also experience similar obstacles when they travel to Peña Blanca, Guatemala in the documentary, Living on One Dollar. Best friends Chris, Zack, Sean, and Ryan had wanted to get a better understanding of poverty and privilege so they decided to voyage to the poverty ridden village of Peña Blanca.
While attending college, Lupica majored in English and would enjoy working the night shift at the Boston Globe. He also wrote columns for two different school newspapers and a new paper, the Boston Phoenix. Then shortly after his junior year, Lupica denied a job offer for reporting on the New England Patriots from the Globe. Years later when asked why he had denied the job offer, Lupica said “…I’d have to travel with the team, so I told them that as flattered as I was, senior year in college only comes around once.” (Rattiner,
Though I no longer regret it, I cannot deny that my decision to attend a community college instead of a four year was a mistake. Growing up my parents tried their best to make sure that I would have the opportunity to do whatever I wanted with college education despite our economic status. They entered me in educational programs, encouraged reading, taught me over the summer, and were always there to help. When I graduated high school I found myself at a major cross roads. I was sixteen, living away from home and held multiple acceptance letters in my hand; but the school I wanted to go to was in New York.