It’s hard to picture yourself being somebody when drug pushing, human trafficking, gangs and homicide are your majors growing up. I grew up in el barrio of Juarez Chihuahua Mexico. The streets were always full of living humans when the sun arose, but it seemed almost deserted once the sun went down. The odor of cream nieve and chile covered fruits filled the streets along with bicycles crowding and riding close by the houses. We lived near the Rio Grande, where the water was brown and toxic. During my time, all the houses were connected together, colored blue, gray, and red, and green. Everyone knew everyone in my turf. We lived in the Ghettos. Our house was a shack looking place, measured exactly to be 23 by 21 feet with dirt ground floors. It was enough to fit 5 people. A kitchen, two rooms and a sofa was there for the comfort. I’m the youngest of 4 kids and the worst. Although my mother always provided and worked herself out night and day to put food on the table, I never saw it as a blessing. My mother, Aida, was a single mother and had all 4 of us by the age of 30. Raquey, Tony and Santi were apart of the family tree connected to me specifically. Raquel the oldest, being 19, was the smartest and the one to never appreciate anything given to her, the neighborhood knows her by Raquey. She was a real thug in her high school days. Even though she was suspended for over a month for breaking a girls arm and ribs, she always came home with nothing lower than 96’s on her report cards. Tony, real name Antonio and being 5 years of age, was the youngest, the most innocent, and the one to always pursue for his dreams. We’d always tell him he was adopted because of how light colored and perfect he seemed to us. He spoke with a lisp and his hair formed majestic curls. He could solve 50 piece puzzles by the age of 4, and also had “stuttering attacks” when fear hit him badly. He was allergic to most things and was asthmatic too. He was also delicate and sensitive to everything. He was scared of anything dark, hairy and “un-normal” looking. His eyes would sparkle and he always seemed to make us have a laugh in our gloomy days. We all knew he was our mothers favorite by the way she spoke to him, the way she cooked for him and even by the way she looked at him. Even though we had every reason to hate him for everything he was, we loved that boy unconditionally. Santiago, the one in between Raquel and I, was always the worst to talk back, to sneak out at night and to introduce me to the world of drug dealing and prostitution. He was 17. The bangers know him as Santi, coming from the word “Santo” meaning Holy. He was named that only because there was nothing holy about him. And I was 16. I was the child to worry my mother the most, only because my teachers “saw potential” I could never see. They set goals for me I felt I could never reach. I was okay being an idiot and being a banger. The word “Gangster” seemed too proper for the gangs in the neighborhoods, so everyone knew them as bangers. Bangers were made up of dark Mexican male teens and young adults ranging from the ages of 16-21. They were all over 160lbs of pure muscle covered in scars, tattoos, and the aroma of smoke. They would join at night to talk over their business. I remember the night I joined the bangers. A tattoo was engraved into my skin. I was to show no pain and no fear. We were to wear black flags accompanying our daily clothes. Cocaine, peyote, marijuana and guns were provided. The point was to gain respect and to be known. My brother and I became closer after the night I joined. I had an obligation now, to look after my family and the rest of the guys that were bangers as well. That was many months ago, and now, other bangers with different flags began to give birth around the area. It was a February cold night and I was called in by the leader of the crew, Hadiel. The most feared and
with vivid imagery, “Pardon Me,” by Incubus shows the struggle being in a depression and the journey to overcome it through literary devices. The Carpenters wrote “Top of the World,” about the feeling of being in love. Everything in life seems perfect. They show this perfection primarily through images of nature. They tell that there is not a cloud in the sky and the sun is shining. The fourth stanza, “Somethin' in the wind has learned my name/ And it's tellin' me that things are not the same/…
a new beginning for me. So here I am, in New York City, defined as a city of crime, but to me it seemed peaceful and friendly or, maybe I was trying to make myself to think that. When we came to New York we had to stay in the hotel for few days until we haven’t found a nice house. After a week of searching my mum found a house nearby my aunty. I’ve never saw her before but my mum told me a lot of stuff about her. As we moved in the new house my dad found a school for me, about 15 minutes away…
cars. Every once and a while, we would find random little things that seemed good to keep. Some just seemed completely useless. “Layla, check this shit out!” Lilly exclaimed. I shook my head at her language, but walked over to the car she was at. When I arrived, I gasped at what she was looking at. “Look at all this stuff!” Inside was a bunch of suitcases, some with clothes, some with food, and some with guns. This was our savoir in bag form. We looked at each other and smiled. Elizabeth came…
button. if you push it, it doesn't beep like a washing machine would. a normal human nose has two nostrils. and they smell. four times four is sixteen. i found a pair of shoes, my housemate left them here when he skipped town. the cops were after him because he was selling steroids. he was very big. his shoes aren't. they don't fit me. a normal human foot has 5 toes, each with a toe nail. sometimes a foot only has 4 toes. this might happen if a kangaroo bites 1 off. a normal human hand…
my head. When I was born my mother was only 17, at age 16 was when i was concieved. My mother was still in highschool which she had dropped out when she found out she was pregnant with me. My mother 16 and my father at 21 was living in a moble home on my great grandparents land. My grandmother my mothers own birthmother was always working and at the time was with an abusive man when he drank. Therefore my mother lived on her own. My grandmother was an enabler, she found out my mother…
according their genders, further more is that they want to stay at their original genders. In my investigation, there are one girl and one man leaving deep impression to me. When I asked that girl does she ever think to be a boy? She turned over to ask me. I told her sometimes I would like to be a boy. She felt very incredible and advised me to give up that idea. She said “I have always wanted to be a girl because I’m very feminine. You shouldn’t think to be a boy. You are so gentle and soft. Don’t you…
on. Growing up, I always knew my dad was a special kind of guy; he was the classic role model father. Brought up in relatively humble circumstances, he managed to support himself through college. Commuting for 45 minutes every day, it was clear he recognized the importance of education. Ultimately, his persistence lead to a secure career in computer science and business information technology where the persistence continues; He works a lot. Long hours at work did not impose on the long hours…
things when it comes to the bible, everything you say makes you think. The thing that caught my attention the most was when you said that each person likes to ask God for things, or ask him to do things for us, and I was the worst for that. And when you said how would you feel if someone just asked for things and was never really thankful? I really thought about that a lot and anytime now that I pray to him I always thank him for everything he has given me. I don’t need anything else, he has already…
and ask the receptionist whether he had find a ipad left in my room. Finally I found it. Comments: I am grateful for his help. First of all, He asked me where I might left my ipad and help me to check the room. Then without hesitation, he went with me to check the room. At last we find it enclosed by plastic bag in the maid’s cleaning cart. Analysis: The receptionist remains professional. He guide me to remind in which place my ipad is most possible left. When we get room, It is obvious that the…
very unique she wasn’t your typical Caucasian girl. We were always together our favorite hobbies was shopping, going to the beach and of course pampering ourselves. Stephanie always made me feel a part of her family she was like a big sister to me everyone called us salt and pepper because we were always together. When I moved away to Columbia for two years we still stayed in contact every day until she until she lost her job everything started going downhill for her. I helped her out has much as possible…