Personal Narrative: My Life In Haiti

I was born in Colombia, South America and lived there until I turned seven. Before I moved to the states, I attended a public school and was on the competitive swim team for my school. I earned many awards the year and a half I swam for my school. I took pride in competing with girls three to four years older than me. I also remember how different things were there than they are here in the states.

Taking Haiti is really informative gives the reader new perspective on an interesting chapter in American

Have you ever had to struggle in life with something that you eventually overcame, but struggled to leave it behind, as if it was strapped to your back dragging you down with shame and guilt? Well in “Krik Krak” by Edwidge Danticat, a book of Haitian short stories, Danticat tied together multiple examples of daily struggles within the Haitian community. Struggles that many people in America will never deal with and in some cases would not be able to handle. In Danticat's novel, many of the short stories highlight hope, which will forever remain unattainable, this is due to severe oppression, coupled with this realization, when Haitians begin to overcome this oppression it is followed by the feeling of shame.

Every night, 365 days a year the sun sets in Key West is a part of someone’s night. The light goes out, but the city is still awake. Everywhere in Key West there is either food, art, or someone showing off a cool talent. The hot humid days turn into cool humid nights. The stars and moon come out and dance to the music.

¥ The Haitian Revolution (1791–1804), alluded frequently as "a world-authentic procedure in its own privilege," was a slave revolt that occurred in what was then the French state of Saint-Domingue. It finished with the disposal of subjugation and the establishing of the Republic of Haiti. The Haitian Revolution is comprehensively known as the main slave uprising that prompted the establishing of an American state free from subjection and ruled by non-whites and previous captives. With the expanding number of ¥ Haitian Revolutionary Studies in the most recent couple of decades, it has turned out to be clear that the occasion was a vital turning point in the histories of the Atlantic World.[3] The legacy of the Revolution was that it tested long-held

I was born in New Orleans, but raised in Brooklyn. For several reasons my parents decided to leave NOLA shorty after my birth. From then on, I was raised in New York state; more specifically Brooklyn. It wasn't until the age of sixteen that I finally returned to my home city. My parents had just divorced and for that reason, my mother no longer wished to stay in New York.

There were rice plants on my left and farm animals on my right. I grew up in New York City, so you can imagine the millions of questions that were running through my head. I’d never been to the countryside of the Dominican Republic before, but when I finally did, I couldn’t be more ecstatic, despite the scorching Caribbean sun burning down on my brown skin. I hadn’t visited the Dominican Republic since I was four years old. All I had was vague memories of my grandmother’s boisterous laugh and the chickens in the backyard I loved chasing after.

The city is known for its culture, creativity, great food, and our different music. New Orleans has always been home for me until, the unthinkable happened. No, our city isn’t always filled with tons of fun. We have suffered a dramatic change over a decade ago. Although it was so long ago, our city still isn’t the same as it was before.

On August 29, 2005, a category five hurricane, named Hurricane Katrina struck the city of New Orleans and destroyed everything in its path. As all the other residents of New Orleans, I was one of the people who experienced this horrible disaster. No one ever predicts that this kind of thing will ever happen to them. Everyone has their story about what happened to them during Hurricane Katrina, but I am going to tell you about my experience and how to affected my life.

Joshua Morgan Oral Communication Professor Currie General purpose-to inform Specific purpose- my classmates will be able to convey how I grew to have an intimate relationship with Haiti Central idea-Haiti has a special place in my heart Intro Attention grabber- Haiti is not a large country, Haiti 's border with the Dominican-Republic is only 159 miles. To put that in perspective, if you were to drive along the border at 60 mph 's, it would only take you 2 hours and 39 mins.

The poem “One Boy Told Me” by Naomi Shihab Nye, was told by her son when he was two and three years of age. His comments, thoughts, and remarks were jotted down verbatim by Naomi and pieced together to create the one of a kind free verse poem. Nye assembled the phrases into individual stanza’s where they coherently flow to one another to illustrate the mind of a toddler. Wide ranges of emotions and personalities invoke the inner child and their curiosity. Overall, her son’s interpretations of his surroundings and understandings are represented in how the idioms expressed set the stage for intrusiveness, humor, and poetic devices to contribute to the overall meaning.

I’m able to resonate with a plethora of things, yet the thing I consider my identity is I’m an adopted, Haitian immigrant.      I was born in Haiti in 1998, in a small village in Thomazeau, I moved to Croix-des- Bouquets right after my birth and I lived there until I was 9 years old. My family's financial situation was adequate. My mom was always able to find a way to make ends meet. This cause our neighbor to be envious of us.

While I was taking in the earthy smells and the quiet street I heard two young voices in the neighbor’s backyard. They must have heard my rustling because I heard thumping footsteps getting louder. I saw a boy and a girl standing next to their wire fence in their yard. I assume from what Aunt Rachel said the boy’s name is Jeremy. I stared at them and they stared at me until I spoke.

Last summer I went on vacation to Puerto Rico with my cousins. We did really fun things like snorkeling, a boat ride, and eating at many wonderful places. Although all those sound really fun, I want to talk about the time I met the most cutest, most fluffiest, most friendliest, animal ever. It all started off on a breezy summer night while my cousins and family were chillin’ at our hotel pool.

I mostly grew up in poverty. We were the people that were thought as “smooching off the government.” My dad is retired and we both live off of social security. Throughout my entire schooling till the end of high school, I always received the free/reduced lunch program. We went to a lot of garage and yard sales growing up.