Personal Narrative: Born This Way

Where I come from it's taking pride in your yard, knowing every single one of your neighbors, and leaving doors unlocked because there isn’t a thing to worry about. I find comfort in that small town feel, and I am more than proud to be from good ol’ Warrenton, Indiana. Here, we are just a wee bit shy of being big enough to be on a map, but we have a name and we have town lines. Within those lines nearly two hundred people have found a home, and thanks to Mr.Dave Gruible our community is steadily flourishing. There are now three subdivisions on the rise in addition to the church, salon, family restaurant, and campgrounds that nestled into the area years ago.

On my 5th or 6th birthday in Georgia, my parents told me the story of my special birth.

When I was young my Dad would always remind me of how important these years as a kid are. He would always say watch how you act as a kid, for it will set the stage for the rest of your life. So many people I know ruined their lives when they were kids. This small, yet so important statement runs through my mind everyday. I love how everyone says they don’t care what people think of them, but I wish they knew how important it is to have a good image. I am not perfect, but I would like to be close as possible. But as Salvador Dali said “Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it. “ The problem I see is everyone wanting to be someone that they are not. Sure, we all have our idols that we look

I have had many forces and experiences that have shaped me. They have not only shape who I have become, but who I am going to become. Throughout my life I have made a bunch of dumb decisions, mistakes, or things that just happen to me. Everything, in one way or another will take part in what happens in our lives. Whether I’m playing baseball, riding dirt bikes, or just messing around at home, it will all play into who we will become.

Did you know that my grandma’s family name was originally Karlsson if you were a man and Karlsdaughter if you were a woman? When my great, great grandfather moved to America they changed it to Carlson so it would be more American. This is how they came to America.

It was my first time going geese hunting with a shotgun. I was really nervous to going because my uncle and my grandpa are really good at it. They go every weekend and more than half of the time they get their lemont. Also I was very excited to go just growing up going and always watching them going hunting with guns and i always watched. I was getting tired of it. I thought it was time for me to have a gun and on more messing around as much

I am a first generation child to have been born in my family, the first generation who is about to graduate high school and the first generation to go to a college and succeed in life.

As we were walking into a chilly hospital from the freezing pitch dark night. I sat onto a hard uncormtibale wooden seat next to my older sister. For 30 minutes we sat there, then a nurse appeared from nowhere and told us the directions to our moms room. Our dad told us that we could go to our moms room 1st.He then began to walk slowly behind us.

Growing up is very difficult. It takes time and responsibility that I thought I had. This summer I quickly realized that becoming an adult is not as easy as a person may think. I had to travel to Oxford for a day by myself, and I learned several lessons such as: always pay attention while driving, make sure to park in appropriate places, and be very cautious while driving in the rain.

I would say distraction was one of the challenges I had to overcome to get where I am today. My friends, relationships, staying up late, watching television or doing something else rather than doing my work, would always back track me even if I thought “I’ll be okay” and just catch back up; it’s not that easy. I use to focus so much on other people in my life, I’d forget about myself and what’s best for me. When I was in the middle school, I would get so distracted by my cell phone, my mom would have a restriction on it so that I couldn’t send or receive text within school hours. Nevertheless, I didn’t understand, but now I see where it could hurt my grades.

Coming from a family of four and living with only my mother has been very difficult. She has been my only parent figure growing up and I have overcome endless amounts of barriers and hardships. I am the oldest in my family and required to babysit. It is my responsibility to help her out by working with her at her job because she doesn't obtain much money. My mom works at a small cellphone shop where I help her manage inventory, make payments, and solve telephone related problems. I learned how to communicate with customers and gain people skills. It has been rough balancing life at home and at school. I had nobody to look up to and felt alone. Being first generation, I felt as if I was carrying the world's weight on my shoulder. College is

“Gotta keep my head held high” Yes, this is a quote from the a Miley Cyrus song. As funny and immature as that may seem, as a ten year old girl going through a struggle that no kid should have to go through, they were words I lived by. Growing up was not as easy for me as it was for many other kids my age, moving from school to school every couple of years made it hard for me to entrust in people and made me believe that anyone wouldnt be more than just someone to talk to for a few years only to leave them behind in my memories. It was routine, it never fazed me that my life was different because I was fairly sociable and never had a problem making friends.

One experience that I believe has contributed positively to my growth as an individual was being named captain of my football team sophomore year. This was a surprise to me, I was a good football player however I was not the best on the team. My coach selected me because he felt as though I showed strong leadership qualities however I had never formally been named the leader of anything other than while playing follow the leader as a child. I was nervous about it at first because the captain has a lot of decisions to make and everyone counts on him to make the best one.

Writing about my experience with my son and his current conduct, it brings in the whole nature vs. nurture. Parts of me, blame myself for how he handles life today because of what I was going through as he was growing up. I cannot help but believe that my state of mind and the way I was living played a role in who he is today. Looking at his behavior I see him doing exactly what I did, being selfless and damaging. He was exposed to my drinking, which is clearly environmental. I was an emotional drinker and suffered from severe depression which also caused other health issues in my life, as well as his. But then I think of my parents and how my dad had a drinking problem and not only that, but my son's father had a drinking problem as with mental

At the beginning of second semester during my sophomore year, Eva approached me about some lyrics she had written. “I wrote a lot over break,” she said, shoving her hands in the pockets of her jeans and looking down at her SHOE. “I know you’re a music person, do you think we could work on this sometime?” We had met in art class earlier that year, where we quickly learned that we had more in common than we had initially thought. A friend of a friend, we ended up at the same table and spent every day bonding over the frustrations of sculpture and, more importantly, our similar tastes in music. Immediately intrigued and ecstatic at the thought of working with someone on music, I agreed.