Personal Narrative: The Right Of Passage

Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.

I could not believe what I had just said, I said it so hastily that I thought no one had heard me, but the judge clearly heard me say “The defense moves to indict Isabella Moores of first degree murder.” Everybody in the courtroom was speechless, “This so called witness was planning to murder her mother since she ran away from home, all because her mother was constantly abusing her and I have evidence to prove it!”

I'm turning 18 soon and I want to clarify my freedoms if I'm going to continue living with my parents. I'm afraid they'll continue to restrict me like they have for the past 17 years. If I'm living under their roof, are they allowed to tell me that I can't go out? Living there is a generosity, so legally, I don't think they can hold me from going out, but they could not let me back in (which they'd never do, but it's always possible). And for house rules, I completely understand taking out the trash, doing the dishes, but do they really have that much power over me that they can set a bed time. This may be a sit-down-and-talk-about-it-issue with my parents, but legally is this possible? And lastly, my dad said he would give me his old car which

Her father’s words echoed through her head as one might hear a reverberation throughout the Taj Mahal. Continuous. Chilling. Having no control to distill the wavelengths until they mellowed out on their own accord. She tried to anatomize the depth of his phrase, more than dutifully needed but Davina needed to know why. Why did she need to keep an open mind and more importantly, who the hell was about to come bursting through that door. But then again, did it really matter in the first place. When she thought about it, the brunette could have laughed at the idea. That an unattributed, faceless figure had her panties in a bunch. Surely Dominic wouldn’t think to waste her time with venial diversions,

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

“Hey you want to drive”, my step-dad yelled over the loud engine of blue grizzly 4x4 quad I yelled “yes!!”, so as I got one the quad I put on my helmet and fased the strap on the same color helmet.

It was a right of passage where I grew up. Beer cans littered the backroads and glistened in the moonlight. For miles around country music filled the honeysuckle perfumed air, boots hung out the passenger windows, and mud flung off the tires when we hit the highway burning rubber as far as the tires would let us. Those nights we spent on gravel roads making memories with long time friends are irreplaceable but it all changed in a split second on a beautiful, warm, and sunny morning. When my phone rang and his Moms voice came over the line and all I heard was "He's gone." Before the screaming started. It took me a while before I realized it was me screaming and I sat on the floor and waited for him to call. I thought if I waited long enough

When you parents tell you not to do something do you just do it anyways. Well I do and this time I think I learnt my lesson. It all started on a normal Saturday and we were gonna go on a hike, but none of us wanted to go somewhere so we just did it at home. We got our bags and water ready and busted for the trail. I thought it was gonna be a normal day and we would all have fun, but I got proved wrong. The trail itself is about three miles and a couple of extra steps,but with the surprise we only walked a mile of it.

A time someone used “get-my-way” tricks would be when my friend, Payton would help me, but that always came at a price. For example, Payton would offer me rides to school without me asking then when she wanted something she would remind me that she gives me rides to school then making me feel obligated to help her out. While, I never asked her for rides to school she manipulated me into feeling like I owed her something. Every time Payton would do this I knew what she was doing, but I also hated riding the bus so I would help her out even though she thought she was manipulating me. Now looking at the situation it would have been smarter to not help her out because I constantly felt like I owed her something when I knew I didn’t owe her anything.

“Casey, your group needs to do the stunt one more time!” coach said imprudently. It happened March 26, 2015; it was at the end of a two hour practice. During the summer months in South Georgia, it is utterly hot and humid, especially in our cheer gym (a warehouse with no air conditioner); it only has two heavy-duty fans and a roll-up door. With this in mind, my group became slightly irritated. Everyone was exhausted; nevertheless we still had to do the stunt anyway.

Yesterday I had a full practical driving test. I went in prepared and happy. However, in the beginning of the test as I was identifying hazards my driving test coordinator wasn't pleased with how I was listing them and told me to change the way I was speaking. She said this twice, and on the second time she said this she said that this was my "last warning". For example I was saying, "Making sure that the oncoming car stays on it's right, as I stay on my left", and she very forcefully wanted me to say, "Keeping an eye on the oncoming cars..." This I found frustrating as "Making sure", and "Keeping an eye", are quite synonymous to each other. Also, I have taken my defensive driving course, gone on a drive with a

Growing up in Canada, I have been able to witness both Canadian and American cultures, and have developed a good understanding of what it means to be an American. Being American means freedom. This is what leads many immigrants to American soil. The freedom of religion, of speech, and the right for each person in America to pursue happiness. These three concepts are demonstrated through some of the texts we have studied so far this year. The freedom in America allows people to pursue their happiness, and decide how they want to live.

When I got fired from my job over the summer I realized there wasn't a lot to do. I was bored. This led to me exploring the woods around my house.I found lots of things, old oil cans, empty budweisers, and coyote traps, but the biggest thing I found was a trailer.

Immigrants made this country and without them, we wouldn’t be where we are today. We must look at them positively and respectfully because they are the foundation to our success. In the short amount of time, we have been the grand country known as the United States of America, we have accomplished more than our European counterparts who have been in existence for far longer than us. We are a nation that can attribute its conception to the settlement of colonies that broke the chains held by oppressive Great Britain. Our very spirit commenced from the thirst for freedom and opportunity and that is the symbol of our country as the - land of the free and the home of the brave. So individuals that migrate to the United States seek

“But for many of us there is a disconnect between where we intend to be and the path we choose, and the path that we choose in life - whether it is financially, relationally, morally - always trumps our intention.” (Vu, 1) During my highschool life my intentions were to apply and receive a plethora of scholarships to help financially with college. But the path I ended up choosing wasn’t entirely the same as the path I intended to take; this fact is easier to see now in hindsight. I hope to apply the lessons taught in “Principle of the Path” to make a better attempt at staying on the path of my intentions rather than straying from that path. In high school I ended up only applying for a few scholarships I felt I had a high probability of receiving and when this turned out to not be the case; when I received none of the scholarships I had worked so hard to apply for, I decided not to apply for as many anymore.