Personal Narrative: My Personal Transition

Until I walked onto the stage to take a bow, I didn’t realize that I just danced, acted and sang a solo. It took me a long time to get to that fifth grade Christmas play where I wasn’t shy anymore. Due to the fact that I wasn’t Darth Vader anymore, so I didn’t need a mask strapped onto my face to breathe at night. Asthma, respirators and surgeries were what my childhood consisted of and I would have time to, at most, socialize with my family. Years after my final surgery, my currently bubbly-self erupted from within and many of my friends never knew how I was before.

The obstacle that I had, stopped me from being happy, or living the life that I wanted to live. Being alone, antisocial, and other obstacles that I had, blocked me from being happy and instead lead me into a life where I did not know what to do. Sometimes an obstacle is nothing physical like a barrier or some force, for me it was mental warfare that I had with myself for years that I still deal with to this day. Conflicting with yourself is just as bad as someone else or an object because you have to deal with the fact that you did this all to yourself, you can’t give anyone else the blame. That however, could lead to even more mental warfare in your own head, especially if you are very defiant to take blame like I am.

Everything that I have attained in the past helped define who I am today. Everything I have gone through and have done in the previous years of my life molded me into the person I am today. Not only have they shaped me into who I am; but also guided me in discovering the potentials I did not realize that I had. Without the challenges and hardships of the past, I know that I would not be who I am today.

When I was 13 years old, my parents started to think about moving to United States because my dad was already working here for a company. We started all the immigration related process which took a while to end. When I was 14, one day I came back from school and my parents told me we were moving to US in 2-3 months. When I heard it first, I was happy, but later I started thinking about how I will be leaving everything behind. My family, friends and neighbors whom I have been with since I was little, I will be leaving all of them in a few months. As the date approached closer, we started to pack more and more things. There was

People could think of me being more extroverted, like my brother when he went through Transition. He used to be a bit antisocial, and now he checks his messenger every 30 seconds. People would still think of me as being sarcastic, as I would still keep my sarcastic character for years to come (not sure whether 5 though). People could think of me being impulsive, even though if I develop that attribute, I would likely try to hide it. From trying to hide everything, I may look

Crashed on some land that I moved in It's a little place below with some odd faces, 'friends' Stay up when it's late, I'm on too thin We promised each other to the fight 'til the end Now we're spinning these rum bottles It's just the four of us With devil minded nations people die to trust I wish to resist this day But, I can't resist it anyway

I get down on all fours and relax my whole body, my bones begin to crack. Unlike most wolves, where it stops hurting awhile after your first shift. Mine shift didn't. It still hurts even though it has been six years (No. Our cloths they don't rip, and no. Don't ask me where they go)

Were moving again. I live with my mom she constantly has a new boyfriend or husband. At least this summer will give me a chance to get to know people before school starts, I think as I move boxes into the new house. As i'm unpacking, I notice this boy walking across the lawn next door he's good looking so obviously i'm going to pay attention. I notice him notice me so I blush a little and decide to unpack more boxes. I hear someone talking to my mom, I walk downstairs to see who it is and it's him. I look like a mess, but it's too late to run so I introduce myself. He looks at me in a way I can't explain as i'm daydreaming about spending my summer with him.” Want to hang out on Saturday”? he asks I reply with a “yes” and he says “good I

When I pondered all of the character traits that I retain, a prominent attribute that recurred to me was that of independence. I have been called

Waking up, knowing the day was going to be the same, Elizabeth or Liz for short, was ready to go to school. Doing the same routines every day of school: waking up at 8:15, take a 10 minute shower, get dressed up, brush her teeth, do her hair, eat breakfast, walk out of her apartment, drive to school, and hang out with her friends until the bell rang at 9:15. Liz started the second semester in 11th grade, but now she has been in school for 2 months.

I’m an only child that has moved a decent amount in her lifetime. I was born in a small city near the Polish-Ukrainian border called Przemysl. After a few years, my family moved to Krakow, and I later spent a while with my grandmother in her village, Narol. In the middle of kindergarten, I moved from Poland to Northbrook, Illinois, and attended school there for two years. I later moved to Chicago Ridge, and just last year in August, I moved to Hickory Hills. Last year was my first year at Stagg, and I enjoyed it a great deal. For my freshman year I attended Richards. Moving after just becoming familiarized with Richards put me out of my comfort zone sophomore year and I had to talk to a lot of people to try to make friends. For this reason,

John looked at the clock and saw there was twelve minutes remaining in the half. He scanned the opposing team. All of them standing two inches taller and weighing 20 to 100 more pounds. He was nervous to see his first varsity time at center. He knew he was in for a battle. I was in the same situation sophomore year when I became the starter after five games. When I became the varsity center I transitioned to an adult because I later became more involved in my community, became tougher mentally, and became the first starter as a sophomore in my family.

When I was eleven years I had experienced two fundamental shifts in my life, though at the time I was quite unaware of the long lasting implications of these shifts. The first shift occurred when I had my first panic attack. The second shift occurred later in the year when I was made of my father’s worsening alcoholism. It is these two seemingly independent events to which I pinpoint the foundation of my own feminism. Over the next decade, these two flourishing fragments of myself would no longer be able to exist parallely in my own conscious. Instead I would begin to understand the intersection of my experiences of anxiety, emotional abuse, and alcoholism.

The new beliefs that I want to inherit about myself is that I can do well in school as long as I try and give it my all. I know that I can achieve this successfully if I do what is told. If there is an extra credit opportunity, then I will take it to make sure my grades are where I want them to be. If they are not where I want them to be,then most likely I will end up upset then work towards my goal. Secondly, a new belief that I want to adopt about My Family is that ¨They can get along¨. That may be easy to say, but hard to do. People are not always going to get along, but since it is family, they are all going to have to grow up and become an adult and apologize for all mistakes made. Patience is all it takes for a whole

The choice that was the most frightening helped me grow as a person. Challenges pushed me to the best of my abilities. I had to take a risk and explore the unknown to understand my fear.