Personal Narrative: Being Different Is Okay, Labeling

Being different is lonely, no one likes to admit this, but it’s true. You can be in a group of ten of your really good friends, but feel completely alone. I’m an only child because my mother has chronic anxiety and was proclaimed mentally unfit to have any more children by her doctor because of this I have no siblings and no one to communicate with at home, due to the lack of communication with peers my age I eventually developed social anxiety and became a loner that had no friends. The first time I truly understood how this made me different was when I transferred to a new high school. While walking from the train station to my new school my parent’s words popped into my thoughts, “A new beginning, a new chance to make a new name for myself”, this was what my parents had been nagging me about for the past week, but to me it just seemed like tedious work, making new friends and social anxiety didn’t go well with each other.

The Atomic Era, spanning from 1945 through the 1960s, was a source of immense concern and fear that faced both Americans and the entire world. During this tumultuous time in history, past abominations such as the Depression and two deadly World Wars haunted Americans, while the Cold War loomed as an imminent threat. Due to such prolonged suffering, the human spirit holding people together the world over had fallen apart at the seams. Upon receiving the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1950, William Faulkner delivered an acceptance speech in which he applies balanced sentences, meaningful repetition, and potent hyperbole in order to call aspiring writers to abandon their fears and encourage them to create work that will aid the world in midst of the current, volatile Atomic Age.

Boxer and Napoleon are two very different characters; they are not similar in any way. Boxer cares about the animals and would do anything for them and Napoleon only seems to care about himself and thinks of the animals as slaves. The animals on the farm seem to respect Boxer very highly but they are terrified of Napoleon and his bodyguards. The animals, because of their respect for Boxer, would do anything for him out of their own good will, but the only reason that they might do anything for Napoleon is because they know if they don't, Napoleon will do something to them, or maybe not give them any food. Although for Boxer this is not true because he is a gullible character and trusts Napoleon with his life and would do anything for him.

There are many ways One’s identity can be defined. Only you can truly define who you are. You control what your experiences and influences make of you. When asked who am I, there could be millions of different answers depending on what you base your identity off of. To me, the question who am I, can only truly be answered in one way. So, who am I? For me, it’s an easy question. I’ve always known that I was the quiet girl In the back of the classroom by herself.

If had a chose to stay a kid forever, would you stay a kid? Well how would you know if had grown at all. Well that is the same question I am being asked but only about a book Called To kill a Mockingbird. Well the book shows a lot about a theme called approaching adulthood and Social Inequality so I will use those themes. The characters relate to the theme After the Tom Robinson Jem is sad /angry because he has just felt racism and prejudice, and there is a lot more that is in characters but you must keep on reading to find out what they are. The setting relates to the theme Social Inequality because the setting is Maycomb county which is in Alabama, in Alabama back in the 1900’s, segregation was very real and it was very high in Alabama. Both theme relate to conflict because of the Tom Robinson case and Boo Radley. If you want to know why then keep reading.

When it comes to what separates me from other teenagers, there would be quite a bit to tell. I would say a major difference which separates me from my peers is my love for barbershop harmony music. I do not have a quartet of my own; however, I love to sing barbershop tags with other friends at church. I set myself apart from the world because of my beliefs: as a New Testament christian, I believe the bible gives us all instruction concerning spiritual matters.

I was born and raised in the small but growing city of Perris, CA. This isn’t the best city out there but it tends to grow on you, and you begin to truly love it for what it is. The people, however, not so much. The community can vary from which part of the city you’re in. That’s because there’s diversity here in Perris. I’m a product of this diversity, being half Mexican and half African American. My parents fell in love after high school and later on began a family. I am the youngest of five. I have two older brothers, an older sister, and an older cousin who lives with us. The order is boy, girl, boy, boy, girl with my cousin being included in there too. We all live in the same house with my parents and are quite close with each other. They all seem to have raised me growing up due to the fact that my parents were busy trying to provide for us. This was a challenge by itself, resulting in lots of house moving and my father being unemployed for six years after losing his job. I never complained about moving because I knew that my parents were doing their absolute best and were working with all that they had and then some. This unquestionably made me adaptable to new environments and gave me a

What is identity? The definition as a person’s own sense of whom they are, which their past define them. Identity is very important in our society, no matter your social status. I can attach identity to belonging to something or place. As human race, we feel the need to belong to a group or place. Because belonging to a group or place, give us the sense of identity.

Once upon a time, when I was a young girl, my mom told me not to go outside but who was I to listen. She headed off to work, as I looked out to see if the coast was clear, she was gone. I went to play with the other neighborhood kids, as soon as I thought the day was going to be too amazing outside in the hot sun, it only started to get worse. I could feel the wind in my hair and the heat on cheeks, when you think it was good it really wasn’t. Being out of the house for the time being I was getting dirty and began to get scratches on my arms and face.

Growing up in New York, there were many invaluable experiences I wouldn’t have traded for any other childhood. What I attain is great intercultural intelligence and being able to defy stereotypes and discrimination. As a melting pot, I remember having an African American best friend and, in high school, I learned more about many different Asian heritages and cultures.

Growing up, I was usually surrounded by white American culture and as a result was often the person that added an element of diversity. As a part of a small group of students from different ethnic and cultural backgrounds, I ended up with the unenviable task of representing the country of India to my fellow classmates and peers. Despite the fact that I was born in Brooklyn, I was the token Indian friend, fielding questions on the acceptability of wearing bindis and applying mehendi for fun.

The last memories we had with our families was when these men in black killed an outsider for trying to enter the island. We watched the men in black chase after the people in the streets forcing them to go into their houses and watch a man who I had seen before make a statement on television. The man was tense, stiff, and his stature looked forced.

Based on Erikson’s theory and the age group, I am currently in the identity versus identity confusion stage.

It takes a village to raise a child. This quote is everything to me, it’s the truth. If I only had my parents raising me, boy I would be annoying. I would be a carbon copy of them. Yes, we’re all like our parents, but not completely. I know drinking games, I have a dirty humor, I know old music like the back of my hand, and I’ve been cursing since I could talk. This sounds soooooo wrong, but you know what? It’s not. I have been exposed to more of the real world and know how to handle it. I’m not oblivious to certain things in this world that eventually I would have to learn about. To some, my younger childhood may have been slightly vulgar, but without it, I wouldn’t be me. My family, biological and not, are

In my home life growing up, I didn’t learn much about sex or gender outside of the standard binary functions perpetuated by my cultural/ethnic background. It wasn’t until I took sexual education classes in school that I learned what sex was in terms of a more negative view of it (i.e. sexually transmitted diseases, unwanted pregnancies, etc.). And really learning about gender, as in gender as a spectrum of identity rather than predetermined by biological characteristics, was another matter entirely. I didn’t learn about gender from either my family nor my school, it was through social media that I was taught the spectrum of gender and sexual identities. About five years ago when I first moved to Washington from Denver, I was starting my senior year of high school while also attending college courses through Running Start; because of this I didn’t really have any friends for the first few years I lived in the pacific northwest.