Good Or Bad?-Personal Narrative

Teen rebellion is contrasted to “Romeo and Juliet”, and through centuries of movies, books, songs, and along with poems because people relate to going against rules at some point in their life to do something they said they were not supposed (Shakespeare). Teen rebellion makes songs, poetry, books, and movies more desirable by giving it a more unique, and interesting look at different point of views which some to most people could relate to in some way. Most movies, and songs can give some representation of teenage rebellion, and therefore it could be rebelling against the rules, against one’s parents, or even the law. For example, in the movie “The Outsiders” the main characters Ponyboy and Johnny, who are Greasers, get into a brawl with the Social member resulting in a death which causes a series of events leading to a rebellious plan to leave town and go on the run from the law which will show the consequences of one’s actions (Coppola). Another example of teenage rebellion is in the movie “Clueless” where Cher,

Minerva Mirabal, in In the Time of the Butterflies by Julia Alvarez demonstrates rebelliousness. To be rebellious is to go against something or someone. It means that a person resists and withstands something. Being rebellious is a very powerful trait because it can get a person in trouble. It makes someone act out and go against a subject, a person's beliefs, or decisions. This may make a

At this point, guilt started to sink in. It was the middle of March, which meant my parents were on their annual church trip. They were eleven hours away in Oklahoma. My grandma, who is not from here, was in charge for the week. To her knowledge, I would be spending the night at the mall with my friends, however my plan was to go on a double date to Walthers Golf and Fun. I didn’t tell the whole truth only because the boy I was meeting was new and had not met my parents yet.

My mother’s irate words echoed deep in my heart for years as I tried to understand the simple words she would constantly repeat to me, “When will you ever change?” As a child, I was well known for being that foolish kid who would be put in the back of the class with his seat facing the wall. Eyes facing a blank white wall, fingernails tapping the desk, head down, and the smell of exasperation in the air. I was the type of boy who would sprint through the hallways cackling, furthermore resulting in repeatedly get scowled at by teachers for my obscene and inordinate behavior. In hindsight, I realized Freshman year after pulling the fire alarm that my behavior needed to have a parameter and come to a complete termination. Consequently, I spent the entire Summer in my room contemplating my life and my decisions.

After turning age 18 and being sent out into the world of adulthood, I led a very reckless path. I was always the “good kid” when I was young, the teacher’s pet, the boy who every parent wanted their child to be. However, in late adolescence, something changed, that I couldn’t control.

I had just received my first ever 4.0 report card for the year and got news that after school a kid wanted to fight me over a game i beat her at in a gym class. By this time I had no friends due to my inability to be myself and . The decision on whether or not to show up to the fight was tough. If i didn’t show up’ I’d be known as a sissy and if i did show up I'd be suspended and I wouldn't be able to chase all of the opportunities that came along with it. Since I was so used to my previous, impulsive behavior, a big part of me just kept feeding into the thought that I could just start my 4.0 again next year when I reached high school.

The lake glistened before me as my mom and I pulled into Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp just outside Twin Lakes Michigan. I had been accepted into the International Youth Symphony Orchestra program where after spending a week at the camp the entire orchestra would be heading off on a six week European Tour to share our musical talents and American culture with another part of the world. I knew traveling to a different continent would give me further insight as to who I was a person, but did not imagine the people I would meet would impact me as much as they did.

What does it mean to be rebel though? In order to be rebellious, a person must resist control from an authoritative figure (“rebellious” pg. 1). All teens will rebel against their parents then, right? Petrone disagrees. He concludes that the idea of “all teens are rebellious” is a myth. In his article “The Youth Lens: Analyzing Adolescence/ts in Literary Texts,” Petrone argues that, “all rebellious adolescent behavior is not a universally experienced behavior, but a social construct that is projected upon all youth to blame them for society’s issues,” (p. 509, 526). One clarification needed for this argument is a better understanding of where the ideology of youth-as-rebel sparked. According to Petrone et al., “…the rise of the “youth-as-rebel” figure in the United States in the years after World War II also functions as a proxy for a range of fears and concerns of the time,” (p. 511). Thus, resulting in this attitude that youth were rebelling out of spite for their parents instead of in response to the ever-growing tension in society and pressure to conform. The implications of Petrone’s argument are important when observing the depiction of adolescents in young adult literature because many adult authors maintain the myth of “all adolescents are rebellious” in their

One of the greatest life skills that you can attain is to always double check! I unfortunately had to learn this lesson the hard way. Even though obstacles come up, you can always learn from them. In this certain situation, my brother David and I thought that we did something when in reality we didn't.

What do you remember most about your childhood and your behavior? Would your parents scold you for talking back, for writing on the wall, or for throwing tantrums? As you grew up, did you realize you learned or benefited from these as a person in any way? Disobedience is a key for change; disobedience shapes one’s destiny.

What exactly causes a teenager to rebel? This question is asked by millions of parents across the nation. Adolescents are in the formal operational thought stage. Parents must realize that their teenage children will have the desire to make their own decisions and challenge any inconsistent discipline. In the broadcast video, Teens: What makes them tick, when questioned why they choose to rebel, the majority of teenagers had one main reason, they are pulling away from their parents. With authoritarian parents, teenagers feel trapped and unloved. These parents are constantly nagging, lecturing and focusing on the negative aspects along with being punitive. The teenager begins to

Choices. Regardless if the choice is good or bad, everybody makes them. There are times where the choices people make can alter their lives forever; this was one of those times. It was April 26, 2013, a normal friday for me attending West Middle School in my sixth grade year. At the time, I was the definition of an attention freak; I always wanted the spotlight on me. For a reason still not known to this day, I wanted people to feel bad for me. I thought that by gaining sympathy, I would be able to make friends and be the talk of the school. What I didn’t realize is that not all attention is good; some can be devastating. Unfortunately for me, I was not thinking about the effects of the choice that I was about to make. I couldn’t have possibly

            Growing up, I did what every typical kid did: lie to look cool. Surrounded by a father who continually avoided me when sober did nothing for my ego but nudge me downward. The attention I was receiving wasn’t healthy, so in rebuttal, I tried to become popular. This didn’t work out because of my supposed frizzy curly hair and presumed obnoxiously loud personality. So, I did what any bullied kid did, lie to their parents and lie to others to try to finally fit in into the "in crowd." Being the impatient individual I am, I stopped trying after a couple of months. I stopped lying and started telling the truth. I told that brat, Alyssa, that she was in fact, a brat, and that

After we got out, we drove around for a few and I laughed at him the entire time. I know that I probably won’t ride with him if he goes near a gravel road anymore though. It was fun after I got over the face we almost hit a tree. In all honesty, the situation could have been a lot worse than what it really was. We could have been going a lot faster and done a lot more damage. I’m just glad we weren’t going fast at all, and that neither of us got hurt.

The worst year of my life was in the seventh grade. It was a time of unforgettable and painful moments which took place throughout the school year. This taught me a significant lesson. The summer before seventh grade, my parents informed me that it would be beneficial to join a sport. When I did not find one that interested me, the color guard was counseled to me; which to be honest, I resented. My mother had a strict policy that once an activity is started it must be continued throughout the entire season; for this reason, I did. My color guard instructor was one of the most bounteous woman I knew. Moreover, she was an admirable and gracious woman who cared deeply about her students. When school started, I was a self-effacing, lonesome girl,