As I strolled through Strathcona, none like any other day, I could see that it hadn't changed. I could see the street "junkies" at Keefer Street. All of the "drugies" on Powell street. They always moved around since they didn't know what the best place to stay and have good shelter was even though they had been living there for more that 5 years. As I would walk into a store in the less fortunate neighbourhood, the cashier would say don't come back again, this isn't safe for you to come. I would want to ask him many questions but until I would get a word out of my big mouth, he would've already kicked me out of the store. A walked even further into Strathcona and noticed that everyone was looking at me for some odd reason. It may have been that I didn't look that I "belonged" there. There weren't many different race there. It was mainly the blacks and the white less fortunate. As I went to go research about my socials project, a man came up to me and asked if I was from around here and if I could help him out with directions. He had black suit on with a red tie. It looked like he was going to prom but I wasn't sure. After a moment of silence I said no. He walked on to someone else but no one would respond to him that seemed very strange. I had reached my first destination which was Raymur Housing Project. I went inside and I asked if they could give me a background history and the lady at the front desk said " I would be glad to tell you about this amazing building" She went on about who used to live here, the militant mothers, and what this building meant to a lot of people. After she told me about the Raymur Housing Project I was so amazed about what this building had done for many people back then. After I left the Housing Project, I was terrified to go anywhere else since I didn't know the neighbourhood that well and something could happen since strathcona is a very sketchy place. I walked back to the Skytrain and thought about all the things that I have seen today. I was an odd and crazy day for sure.