Me Personally
Today’s society couldn’t use enough words to describe the vile tragedies our students are suffering. For a long time now Chicago has been one the highest murder capitals. Now, it’s as if we are targeting a certain group of victims. Teenagers, teenagers come and go like day and night. There are so many times I can’t help, but feel uncomfortable because I’m surrounded by so much death. I’m 18 years-old and my own mother fears for me to take the bus to work because she’s not sure what kind of obstacles I will face on my way there. Chicago started out as a beautiful place of residence, first choice for vacation, and source of phenomenal scenery and features. However, Chicago has become another Compton driving so many residents out to relocate, find a new way of life, or just start over. So many of my little sisters, brothers, cousins, and my future children will have to grow up in this mess, unless we fix this very big problem soon. Things are just awful how so many students are turning up missing or dead over NOTHING! Over absolutely nothing, and then forcing so many parents to bury their children first. There’s no doubt in my mind that the summertime will be a complete bloodbath, unless drastic action is taken and something is done because I’m a senior and I’ll be wanting to spend the last of my time with my fellow graduates. But right now, something is just pushing me away. So many people asks me why I want to go so far for college and I tell them all that I want to get as far away from Chicago as possible because it’s nothing here. It’s simply nothing here but excess death, poverty, and depression, so why associate myself with any of it you know? Finally, I’ve outgrown Chicago for some time now so it just doesn’t feel like home to me.
By: Eddie B.
5th period World Literature
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So many people asks me why I want to go so far for college and I tell them all that.......
ask does not need an "S"
So many people asks me why I want to go so far for college and I tell them all that........
ask doesn't need an "S".
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