Personal Narrative: A Class Divided

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.

Looking at school, I had an okay first semester. I started the morning with Algebra II and photography, which was a class I really enjoyed. Then my advisory is with the ASB officers and we either do homework or we talk about events we are planning for our school in the future. From lunch, I had AP U.S. History and then I'm a TA (teacher's assistant) for my mom and then go to yoga. Seems like I had an easy semester at first. Nevertheless, that was my feeling until the second semester came. I now have three hard classes in a row. That includes pre-calc and this class, Honor's English III, along with my AP U.S. History. I still TA for my mom and have yoga, but those three hard classes make academics a little

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

I spoke in public when I was in high school, 11th grade. I had to present about America and Vietnam war without using the note in my history class. However, I was little shy and scare that people will laugh at me because I cannot speak fluently English, even I was practice a lot at home and in my free times. In that moment I thought that I will give up. But, when I hear my friend’s presentation I feel like there are two person talking inside of me. One is motived me to go and the other one is not. At that time, I choose to step up and speak in front of my class because I know that I cannot hide behind my back forever so I motivated myself that I have to win the afraid in me. After that time, I have more experience, and in 12th grade I spoke

Today I woke up to have a piece of bread with some cheese on it with some beer to wash it down. The bread had hardened to the consistency of a rock, might have chipped on tooth trying to eat it, the beer was warm and very flat. I tended the gardens and the cattle then I was off to the Lord’s Manor to begin my work. It’s a hard life working for our lord all the time, yet still having to give up some of my produce to the lord as “taxes”. I’m over worked, under paid, and treated as if I’m a slave to the lord, performing his bidding.

Yes, I did encounter a problem early in my career when I was a licensed practical nurse (LPN). I had one-year experience as an LPN and was working on an oncology unit where functional nursing (task nursing) was utilized. Consequently, there was this charge nurse (CN) named Candy, whom I liked, because she was a short, friendly, plumped, energetic and beautiful long red hair. She seemed knowledgeable in her field and I had a lot of respect for her. Thereby, realizing her knowledge base, I often utilized her as a resource person to provide me with the correct policy and procedures. Also, she was friends with the director of nursing, the unit secretary, and one of the supervisors.

The day started out as a usual one for the 6-year-old elementary student I was. Me and my best friend Aaron were known for being class clowns and always having the class laughing, one day we were both play fighting like we were always doing except this time thing took a turn a turn for the worst. While me and Aaron were play fighting I ended slapping him and he would end up pushing me, at the time I did not see a piece of paper laying right next to my foot. As the class would proceed to watch us act like dummies I then ended up slipping on the piece of paper resulting in me breaking my middle finger. I used my hand to try and brace my fall but that did not end to well for me, while lying on the ground with my finger disturbingly pointing the

Society has been divided one way or another. Individuals have been put in different places, in different positions, and different levels in life. It has been understood that having more than someone else defines an individual. In The Affinities division is a big part of the book. It is understood that depending on the results of a test, it defines what an individual is, and where that individual stands. When thinking outside of The Affinities life has divided many people, and has positioned people on different stages. In the Organization man it is understood that depending on an individual’s income it defines who they are, and what they are. Division never has a good outcome, when separating society occurs, there are often wars, fights, and

Social class has made a significant difference in my life. Like the majority of Americans, my social status is considered lower class. My family has no generational wealth, property or authority. We are consider poor. In 1998, my family came to America from the island of Haiti. My mother has always worked minimum wage jobs, and has never had the opportunity to go to school because she was left alone to raise three young daughters since 2000. My social class has led my family and me to live in the same dangerous drug infested neighborhood for ten years. I have seen eviction notices and experienced the electricity being shut off. Just like Michael, I have seen someone get shot and murdered. Growing up I was never afforded the privileges to have

I attended the volleyball game on September 16 at 11am with a friend I met in my Intro to Sociology class. Since it was a Friday and we had free time after our class, we decided to hang out and later on agreed to attend the game since neither one of us has gone to an a volleyball game here on campus. I liked the game because it was really entertaining to watch since the whole game they were back to back on almost winning the game. On this event I realized that even though I'm a commuter I need to be more involved with my school and their events.

A part of my formal education, that has challenged me the most was class debates. While I am fairly skilled in argumentative essays, I always had trouble voicing my arguments as I am an introvert, and in an extremily extroverted society, this was a detriment. I was often pitted against more vocal opponents, who more often than not didn’t have solid arguments, but spoke clearly and confidently, in contrast to my timid soft spoken voice and lack of eyecontact causing my audience to be disinterested. However, as my grades became more dependent on participation in class debates and historical role plays, I began to formulate coping mechanisms to help me use my introvertism as an advantage. One thing I learned is to never try to speak louder than

Even though she was failing all her courses granted she was trying to do her school work; however, she was staying back at school prior to this incident in order to turn her grades around for this quarter. Chesapeake Public School right now is stating they are denying my daughter a right to an education, because if so I need to talk to someone about this issue immediately. My concerns as parent has not been address towards this incident in regards to Mr. Alexander; consequently I believe I have been ignore about my concerns in the matter.

"This book really me think about all of us can be force to behave in ways we don't wan't, but life ani't easy and puts you through situations we can no controll.