The way I see it, each city is a clean slate. A fresh start. I can go, wear whatever I want, have every experience I can, and work anywhere, then move. My grandfather was the inventor of Pop Rocks, so I can live where ever and do whatever. There are literally no limits to what I can and will do with my life.
Here in New York, I 'm living the idealistic Tumblr-aesthetic lifestyle, in my studio apartment with an uneven floor and a stove that only works half of the time. A suggestion for anyone moving to a new city, work in the small coffee shop about 3 blocks, making the minimum wage for 12 hours a day, because what else are you going to do? And for me, that coffee shop is where both my job and my hobby take place. My
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That 's when it hits me.
Simon, he 's an art consultant. Now, standing up, 1,253 miles away from home, I know how to get him. Another 'I love you ', another person to love, and another person to leave behind when I leave.
Three hours later, I 'm standing behind a two foot, wood counter with a black tee-shirt and skinny jeans on with an apron to signal 'I work here! '. Smiling at the woman with two kids holding on to her she asks for a black coffee, I check the time on my grandfather 's old watch. 7:50. 10 minutes until he usually gets here.
"Mooommmm, can I get a donut and milk?" The shorter of the children looks up at her. He could be the youngest, but I don 't want to assume anything, being shorter than my 2 younger sisters.
"Oh,oh,oh! Mom, if Tim gets one, can I also get a donut?" Now, the taller one is looking up, instead of at the chocolate donuts.
I also look at the mother.
"What? Whose getting a donut? No-"
"Please! Mom! Please!" They interrupt her with some begging. I have even lost sight of one of the kids. I 'm pretty sure he 's on his knees, begging. Now, that 's commitment.
The mother looked down at her kids, up at me, up to God, then back at me. I think she was praying for a minute there, but, she still sighed out
"Okay, one donut each, no milk. Oh, and the coffee,"
"Of course, that 's 8 dollars,"
I handed the empty coffee cup to Stephanie to fill it up, and then walked to counter where we keep the donuts as
Everyone’s lived experience is not ever the same because no two people are the same. Everyone lives in different places and with different people. My lived experience is different from someone that grew up in a big city because where I grew up everyone knows everyone. People who grew up in the city deal more with different cultures and races because there are a variety of people living there. Where I live there isn’t much of a variety of different people here. It’s the same families who have lived here for years, many people do not move away from here because all of their family is here.
New York City’s population is a little over 8.3 million people. 8.3 million people are spread out among five boroughs and each have their own set routine. Each one of those 8.3 million see New York in a different way becuase “You start building your private New York the first time you lay eyes on it” (“City Limits” 4). Some people are like Colson Whitehead who “was born here and thus ruined for anywhere else” (“City Limits” 3). Others may have “moved here a couple years ago for a job. Maybe [they] came here for school” (“City Limits” 3). Different reasons have brought these people together. They are grouped as New Yorkers, but many times, living in New York is their only bond. With on going changes and never ending commotion, it is hard to
What do you mean they're here?" She asked frantically, walking forward. "God, the kids!" She started to sprint, but Jackson grabbed her arm.
David O’Sullivan, from Yonkers NY, brought up some positive things about living in New York City. He talked about the very social environment. “I moved from there to Morehead, KY and it is totally opposite. I like clubs, bowling alleys, a choice of a million restaurants to eat at, and places to hang out, which are the things New York City has.” David also brought up the point that you do not have to own a car in the city. He took the subway everywhere, and got around much faster than compared to dealing with
“Well, they had light brown hair. . .” The two walk away, and their voices fade. The first man looks back down at his clipboard. The camera slowly zooms out, showing a long hallway next to the man with a door at the end. A man wearing a yellow suit, surrounded by five children, walks into the door. The children follow.
In retrospect, I believe that when you move somewhere, you have to be open-minded about the many differences that you’ll encounter cultural and systematically. And I think one of the ways you become more open-minded is by persevering. All it takes is believing in yourself, that you’re capable of doing anything despite the stereotypes and adversities that may present in your
Five days had passed this time since anyone had heard from my mother. I remember praying to God to protect her from harm and for me to find her. The next day she showed up, but not in the way we had hoped. One morning as I was getting ready for school my sophomore year in high school, my phone rang to the voice of my stepfather. My stepfather had told me he heard a call come over the dispatch scanner at his work and my mother’s name was mentioned. The sheriff had informed my stepfather that my mother had been involved in an accident. My stepfather asked me to go to the emergency room and see what condition my mother was in because he lived a half hour away from the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital I found my mother cut out of her clothes, covered in her own urine, massive amounts of blood all over her body, and lying lifeless on life support on the table. At this point, no one knew whether my mother would be okay. My mother had bleeding on the brain as well as a tear in her shoulder, a shattered face, and a chest tube draining fluid from her lung which had collapsed. All I could do was pray! My mother’s life was in God’s hands now. Three days later she woke
America, in the early colonial years, was mostly country. Multitudes of people lived on farms, and few towns existed. As time has passed, America has innovated, and now millions of prodigious cities overpower the dwindling areas of the country. Because of the numerous towns, rarely any Americans have experienced the modest country life. Some individuals believe that the city is superior to the nation only by considering the conveniences that the city possesses. However, nearly all Americans have yet to realize the specialness of this country. It is an improved place to live in the city because it is peaceful, self sufficient, and beautiful.
At some point of our lives, we have all felt that feeling of what to do next, and mine would have to be the time I had to move from different cities. I was born and raised in McAllen, Texas. Throughout the years I was able to create and cherish many memories. Everyone around the neighborhood knew me as the shy, sweet, and kind Emily. My life was made in the valley until I got the announcement from my parents that we were moving to a new city named “Laredo.” At that moment my world had paused, so many questions were running through my head. What am I going to do? Where will I live? , and how will I adapt to this new town? So many mixed emotions were created, but I tried to hide them.
I stood up as well to help clear the table. I grabbed a few dishes and followed blondie into the kitchen. I walked across the room to throw out the excess waste into the disposal.
When Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster told the first Superman stories in the Golden Age of comics (in the comic line, Action Comics) Superman wasn’t a god-like being who walked the surface of the sun after being sent to planet earth with the purpose of teaching humanity a better way of coexistence after his home planet died. When Superman was first created and introduced to the ether of pulp culture, he was a personification of what it means to be good in essence, whether a male or female it did not matter; any one individual, no matter the colour of their skin or their gender, could be Superman in essence, meaning that anyone could be good. That is why his Superman’s dawned slogan has been, “Truth, justice, and the American way” for as long as
As a conclusion, we saw that urbanization and gentrification have paced numerous evolutions in New-York city that has changed, consequently, the lifestyle of its citizens. But also that in order to reduce consumption or for simply saved money, Americans are willing to change their habits.
The Oxford Dictionary defines the word restorative as having the ability to restore (i.e. repair, renovate or reinstate) health, strength or a feeling of well-being. Also, it defines the word justice as the administration of the law or authority in maintaining just behaviour or treatment. Thus, in lay man’s terms restorative justice would mean having the ability to reinstate a feeling of well-being by the administration of the law.
“Hello, my name is Bryce Carter and I am one of your new neighbors. I am going into the 6th grade, in actually 1 day, and I’m at the age of eleven.”
Capital punishment also known as the death penalty is a sentence which requires the use of deadly force on high risk inmates. This form of punishment has become a controversial topic for many debates. 58 nations are currently using capital punishment in their justice systems, 97 countries have decided to abolish it completely. Canada decided to abolish capital punishment from the Canadian Criminal Code in 1976, and many argue whether the abolishment had any positive outcome on Canada’s justice system. Capital punishment has become a matter of disagreement in various countries around the world; the issue has even reached the attention of the United Nations. Over 60% of the world’s population live in countries where capital punishment is