Personal Narrative: Is The Real World

My parent have alway said to me, never to give up on what I'm trying to accomplish or the goal that I'm trying to reach even though if it seems impossible. That they will alway support me on anything that I want to do, maybe not financially wise because they will help the best they can. My whole life things were never just handed to me, I worked for them and some people tell me that my parents should do more for me that I shouldn't have to work so hard because I'm just 17 years old that I'll have the rest of my life to work, but I think differently because it made me realize life isn't just fun and games, it helped me mature faster then most kids, it also gave me life skills that will help me out in college and life after college.

When something wrong happens to you, your paretns are there to quickly correct t and show you that the action was not obliged by. But, they can only teach so much, they do their best to the exent of their knowledge, ub tsome thnigs we have to learn on our own. That’s what makes us human, and we learn from our mistakes and grow fro it. THe many thng you gain from your parents are often carried on wth you throughout your life and will be passed around to other people and younger generations.

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.

That there would be difficult moments where I would have to work my way up and work hard for the things that I wanted to accomplish. They always encouraged me to keep moving forward with new dreams to accomplish one after another. My parents did all this because they wanted a better future for me than the future that they had for themselves at first. I say at first because today my parents have proved to me that anything is possible. My father might not have completed school but he is exceptionally intelligent as a business agent, including being the best of the best in his own job. And my mother, what can I not say about her. She proved to me that it is never too late to accomplish your dreams by going to college and obtaining her G. E. D., and knowing her she will most likely continue to a degree. Seeing all the things that they can accomplish makes me proud to be their daughter because they bring me hope. Them having lofty standards for me, allowed me to keep working harder for my dreams and even setting high standards for myself. A 70% on my report cards or even progress reports were not permitted by my parents at all. And if they did appear, I had better be prepared for the big trouble that I was going to be in. As a child, I didn 't really understand what all the fuss was about. But then I realized, the reason why my parents insisted on me having such high grades as I do now was that they were looking

I learned my parents advice is not just nagging and trying to control my life, it is out of love for me! Throughout growing up I realize should listen to what they say because they are trying to help make the best decisions, so I can go onto better things. Not just in this story but currently too, as we get older we think we can make choices on our own, but our parents are our go to if we need help

Of course the norm for me is that of any citizen living in zone three.

The social norm I broke is making too much eye contact, or staring excessively, at my teachers. While sitting in class, I stared at my teachers more than I stared at my paper or looked around the classroom. It is usually normal for students to stare down at their desks and not look at the teacher a lot.

I grew up as one of the hardest things to commit to, black and alternative. My meaning of alternative is being interested in goth fashion and heavy metal music. From what I was told, being black is listening to hip-hop and dressing like everyone else around them or what is the social norm. Clearly, my definition of alterative is contrasting on what it means to be “black.” I say it's hard to commit because coming from a closed black family, I felt pressed to let go of what I felt about myself just to make them happy. Questions like, ‘’Why are you trying so hard to be different?’’ or ‘’Who told you that was okay?’’ Still replay in my head whenever I decide to wear something that I would feel most comfortable in. Not long ago, I got into an arguement

Walking into the coffee shop where everyone else , including me now, confronts people in their lives and continues to discuss important topics. The decorations around me are plain and simplistic, nothing special about this place whatsoever. I wait patiently for my invite to show, mentally preparing myself for the conversation that I want to have so desperately. I think of the topics I want to bring up and the ones I want to focus on more than others. Nervously, I continue to wait and talk myself out of thinking that they wouldn’t show at all. A few minutes filled with deep breaths later, finally they’re here. I walk over to the table we agreed to meet at, and sat politely before greeting them and waiting for a response. I cleared my throat and looked at my lap, trying to refrain from saying anything I’d regret. Taking a deep breath, I tried to remain professional while addressing the topic. Finally, my attention was brought to the person seated in front of me, to the world in front of me. With all the courage I could muster I stared dead into its

“You’re pretty for someone who has dark skin.” I stood there in the middle of my 10th grade English class, stunned. Trying to fathom whether or not to accept it or acknowledge it was a backhanded compliment. I sat there thinking to myself did this other student who shares the same color skin as me, just feel the need to associate my beauty despite my color? This was just one of many times in my life I had encountered phrases like that, but that day in my English class, I realized society had created a social norm that just wasn't going to sit right with me.

Throughout my life my parents have been very frank about their expectations. I consumed myself in my education and had very little time for distractions. When my family and I first moved to Fairhope, AL ,my freshman year of high school, I knew not a single person. I became friendly with our social worker at the school, Mrs. Callahan, who was my main influence throughout my time with Fairhope High School. She seemed to make the days less stressful which helped me not to implode. I would visit her everyday after school and we would have long conversations on how I was transitioning. The transition was difficult but I managed to work hard and maintain decent grades in the first year. Mrs. Callahan taught me to never give up and work for what

When I was growing up you could say that I had a pretty normal childhood,we did all of those normal family things. I never thought in a million years that with all of that fun anything was wrong with our family or that something would happen to us. At this point in life my parents always said that if I tried hard enough I could do anything I wanted to do, so I actually cared about school. But when I ended fifth grade my dad moved out of my mom's house simply because of problems they had within their relationship. For weeks and months to come I blamed myself for not being a good enough child or student and that is why my parents were no longer together.

My life was very structured and it drove me to want something different, but when I had to face my consequences, I soon came to want exactly what I was running from. Ironically enough, I am beginning to see what they were trying to do as parents. It would be nice to finally make them proud to be an influence in my life, and I will do my best to make that happen.

The fear of not living up to someone’s expectation is a fear that most teenagers suffer especially in high school. High school you are expected to keep certain standards. Your senior year you have to perform your senior exit, make time to do good on the ACT and SAT, and search for a suitable college. Parents will apply stress on their kids and not realize that it can affect their kids in a bad way, but in the end helps in a good way. As a high school senior, I have experienced this situation first hand.