Personal Narrative: Welcome To Job Corps
It was a Thursday morning in November. I woke up, got dressed and got ready to take a taxi to 42nd Street in Manhattan with my mother. I was so upset that I had to leave to upstate somewhere I had never been and the thought of living there? Lord knows I wanted to throw up so badly. When I got to 42nd Street I saw the guy that I had an interview with. He said, “Hello Nikki. Are you excited to go to Job Corps?” I lie and said yes. When it was time to leave I said goodbye to my mother and got on the bus.
On my way to Monticello, I saw a white ugly bus and three people with a sign saying welcome to Job Corps. I got on the bus and they introduced themselves to us. There was five people with me on the bus they gave us some snack before we
On my way to Monticello, I saw a white ugly bus and three people with a sign saying welcome to Job Corps. I got on the bus and they introduced themselves to us. There was five people with me on the bus they gave us some snack before we