In 1884 during the German seizure of Angra Pequena became one of the first incidents of the scramble for Africa. This country is now known as South West Africa. Near the coastal strip of the Namib Desert are tribes that suffer some of the harshest experiences of modern colonial history. During the early years there were only two thousand people living there with the tribes peaceful until eighteen ninety six. In eighteen ninety seven, the natural disaster caused friction between the two. Because of the cattle plague the Herero tribe was forced to sell most of their pasture and half the cattle that survived to the German settlers for very cheap. This ultimately benefited the Germans causing the Herero tribe to rebel.
I grew up in Upper Darby near 69th street, and to most people that’s the “ghetto”. I then moved to Drexel Hill in 6th or 7th grade. When I used to tell people I was raised in Upper Darby, I’d get treated like I was ghetto or people would be scared of me. I’m far from scary or ghetto. Also when I hang out with friends I get made fun of sometimes because I have a middle class family and we don’t have money like some of my friends’ “White Collar” families do. Another thing of how I was treated differently is that my parents worked in law, My stepdad was an Upper Darby Police Officer and my mom was a Court Clerk at Media Courthouse. I was treated differently because no one respects cops anymore. People also thought I would tell on them or that
Just a Small Town Kid I come from a small family of three. My family is composed of my mom, Sandra, my dad, Matt, and myself. We live in the small town of Crawford, Texas. My parents moved to Crawford from College Station, Texas in 1995. I was born in November of 1996, and have lived in Crawford my entire life.
Growing up, I was very fortunate to have hard-working, loving, and supporting parents who provided my sister and I with a good life. A good life to me means having a roof over our head, meals everyday, an allowance for our basic needs, and family trips every so often. Last year on November 1, 2014 my mother Sandra and I decided to go to Los Angeles, CA to get some shopping done and have a nice meal at one of our favorite restaurants. Once we arrived to Los Angeles, we witnessed so many homeless people on the streets who are living in their tents and asking people for change at all times. This struck me because often times one does not realize how fortunate they are until they witness others who are struggling on a day-to-day basis begging
My trip to California In April of my freshman year I went, by train, to Cali with my maternal grandma to see my maternal great grandma. We were on there for about 3 days; it was fun, but was very difficult to fall asleep. My grandma was always awake before I was, even when we finally got to my great grandma’s. While I was there it was her birthday, she was turning 81 I think.
The environment I was raised in was one of stability and optimism. I always had something or someone to look up to but at the same time, I knew if something didn’t go well I would be fine at the end of the day as long as I could find my bed.
Growing up in New Jersey is not what it is stereotyped to be. When I tell people I'm from New Jersey, they think of filth and the all-too-famous MTV hit, Jersey Shore. The misconception of atmosphere of where I'm from is absurd. Where I'm from is the heart of New Jersey's beauty, Shamong, New Jersey.
Jersey city is loved because of all the attractions it has, and all the graffiti.Its very unique for that.All you'd see in other places is brick buildings but in jersey you'd see so many different drawings all over the city.Jersey city also has allot of very beautiful places to visit.
I awoke to urgent beeping and my mom holding my hand. I felt my mom's hand being pushed away and the bed started to float. I saw a vision of five year old me going down a slide. The rush of the air blowing my boy cut hair back. The only difference was the rapid beeping in the background. I was in and out of consciousness. Visions of me growing up, I was six on a swing pumping my legs going hire and hire. Then the beeping roused me and I was rushing through a hall. Vision of me running through the hall with Gianna on our way to see her new little siblings. Then beeping, a male nurse with brown hair took a flashlight and looked in my eyes. Vision of me in the hall at school and Nathan asking me to homecoming his brown hair right above the eyes,
My story begins in Moreno Valley, California on June 2011. It had been a couple of days after school ended when my parents were planning on visiting family in Georgia which we hadn’t seen in years. We were less than a day away from leaving but my brother Ramiro decided that he would rather stay so he ended up staying with my Tia Ana. My dad agreed and told him that it was fine, so he ended up not going. Finally, the day came when we had to leave, so we said our goodbyes to our family members that were at my grandparents’ house and we left around morning time. Since we didn’t have the money to pay for flights to Georgia we ended up driving because we thought it would be fun to drive through states that we had never been to before.