I remember beautiful days.
I remember beautiful nights.
I remember naked trees, and people layered in long sleeves.
I remember the snowy days, the ground covered in cold, white haze.
Don’t you remember those days?
I remember those days.
I remember..

In a perfect world..

A perfect world is a place I don’t want to be apart of, I don’t want to be a part of a world where everybody is struggling to follow these rules and live by these standards society has set, We’re put on this earth to grow and learn, to make mistakes and grow from them. A perfect world is no place for an ideal Human being.

The poem, “Lenox avenue: Midnight.” by Langston Hughes addresses life and pain. Hughes compares life to a jazz rhythm. He plays on the word honey, and leaves it up to the reader to decide if the word relates to life of if its directed towards a particular person. The Gods he mentions seems to be the rich, laughing at the pain and struggle of the poor. My conclusion of this poem is that it’s brilliant and it has wonderful wordplay.

The story “The money” is actually pretty interesting. The first couple of sentences drew me in, like a moth to a flame. It was easily something I could relate to and was interesting to read. The twist in the story was that two of his so called friends had robbed his family’s house and took something that his mother valued and worked hard for, which was the money she sent to their family that live far away from them. It was a good play on the fact that certain people who claim to be your friend turns our not to be.

Have you ever just wanted to go back in time? Back to when life was simple, when you had no responsibilities what so ever. The only thing that crossed your mind was the innocent random thoughts of a kid. You didn’t have to worry about work, didn’t have to worry too much about school and buying your own clothes, shoes, and food.

How are you feeling today?

I’ve had better days, but hopefully this day will live up to it’s potential and turn around for me. Hopefully.

How did you get here today?

Today started off hectic, I overslept and missed my train. While I was getting dressed, I couldn’t seem to find the things I was searching for. First it started with my keys, it took me literally 20 minutes to find a set of keys, which were playing hide and seek away from me. I eventually found them underneath my bed. Next on that list were my workout clothes. I could have sworn I took them out of the dryer before I went to sleep but after searching for them, I learned otherwise.

In the prologue to “Invisible man” by Ralph Ellison, the author addresses the theme of feeling invisible. The invisible man beats up another man because of being bumped. He chooses to live underground. Although he calls himself the invisible man, he likes to live in the light because it reminds him that he is alive. Ultimately the main character claims he never really felt alive until he became invisible.

Aaron Gamble
10/11/15
English 1101
Personal Narrative Essay draft #2

The Move

Have you ever woken up and found your life changing before your eyes? Moving from New York to Georgia was probably one of my biggest struggles to this day. It all happened so suddenly and for a long time I had a lot of anger built up towards my mother for deciding to pick us up and drop us off in a totally different environment and culture. As time passed and I got older, I slowly began to understand more and more. Maybe moving down there was the best thing for us at that time, maybe it was the best thing for me. Throughout this essay, I will take you on a trip down memory lane, and hopefully show you a slight view of my life and the struggles that came with it early on. Struggles including, the questions I had formed over the move, life before the move, the different hotels that housed us then eventually our permanent home.
This small town in Georgia was going to be my new home and the only things I knew about the place was its name, how hot it was, and the fact that most of my family lived there. It wasn’t something I was used to at all. When I was younger my grandmother and I used to take trips down there, and I like it, but it just wasn’t home. We all know the feeling of home, and I didn’t have an ounce of that feeling in my body. To this day, I appreciate and claim that I was raised in my small town, Augusta Georgia. It made me the person I am today.
I moved down to Augusta at the age of nine. Life as I knew it was pretty simple as far as I could tell. I took karate lessons, learned how to swim, and played many sports. It was the good life for me, but it wasn’t for my mother. She did her best to hide and protect me from certain things. I guess she figured that I was too young to know everything. We moved because the price of living in New York was too demanding and moving down south was cheaper and eventually will be better for us.
Well that wasn’t something I knew when we moved. From my perspective, everything was different. We went from having our own apartment in which I had my own room to my mother and I basically sleeping in one of our cousin’s living room. I slept on the floor, which wasn’t the best. I hated it. I hated everything. As a couple of weeks passed by, my mother and cousin got into a disagreement, and she basically kicked us out.
As a couple of weeks passed by, my mom found a job working at this hotel bar. We moved in with another one of our cousins and finally everything seemed on the up and up. The apartment we all lived in wasn’t that much, as a matter of fact it was only a two bedroom and it was a total seven of us. We struggled, my cousin didn’t have a job and didn’t have a steady source of income and my mother was working extremely hard, trying to save enough for our own apartment plus give my cousin money from time to time. As bad as that might sound and as bad as I wanted to complain, I just couldn’t. I learned a lot during that time and got much closer to my family. I learned that it wasn’t just me struggling and having a bad time, it was all of us, including my family and most of the families in the project.
My experience wasn’t always the best, but it’s my experience. I can say that I did these things and that I know about some stuff other people might not know about. Some people didn’t grow up in the ghetto. Some people will never know the effort of striving for something better for you and your family and struggling until you finally get what you want. Hopefully you get a peek into my world as I intended you to. I hope you gain some insight of what it’s like and understand a little better of those difficult challenges.