Personal Narrative: What Makes Me

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?

Although I have not thought about how I would stage a play I will give myself a chance to thinking thoroughly about how I would want an audience to receive a piece of work written by the four playwrights we have read this semester. Drawing on Wilson’s famous speech, I have an idea about what I would want. The Ground on Which I Stand is one that acknowledges the amazing playwrights we were able to read this semester. I appreciate what they have given to the world through the stage and in print. There have been plays that I resonated with me and some that were harder to grasp. Many of these playwrights talk about connections and family which is a way that I have connected with the characters. I wouldn't use many of the playwrights as influences

What determinate who we are? That might sound like a easy question, but when we start to reflect about it, we eventually realize how difficult it is to attribute our character to one single factor. In order to understand who we are, we must comprehend the human being as a web, nothing is disconnected, everything influence every action you take.

My voice is heard through my writing; although seemingly silent within the language of ink veiled across my paper, it is powerful, deafening, resilient. I speak my mind without speaking, and it is, to me, somehow worth more than any vibration of vocal cords. When writing, I am free; free to clearly express thoughts that usually turn into a muddled mess on my tongue; free to “say” what I wish; free to be

A majority of people I have spoken to despise running; the activity inducing a great deal of pain and wasting time are common reasons I hear. For me however, running has always been a part of my identity and it shaped me as the person I am today. Whether it comes to intense races or exciting games of tag, I feel a part of me glistens with joy whenever I put on my running shoes and get my feet moving. My interest from running goes all the way back from elementary school.

I fill many roles in my life, including but not limited to, brother, son, friend, and student. I strive to be the best at each of these roles as I can be, but at the same time remain true to my character. On my snowman, I have drawn images such as a basketball, a globe, and a taco. These are just a few things that I feel describe who I am. I am always doing my best to be who I am and not who others want me to see. As Shia Labeouf once said, “Your life is your life. Know it while you have it. You are marvelous.” Despite yelling things such as “Just do it!” in a similar video, Mr. Labeouf still manages to get a strong point across. I try to live by these principles, and know my life while I have it, and whenever I am feeling self-conscious, remember

In my Life, I have had many experiences that have shaped me into the person that I am Today. One experience being when I was able to volunteer at the Booker T. Washington Nursing Home with the Hopewell Baptist Church Sisterhood Ministry that is based in Shreveport. Our objective was to keep the Elderly patients company and we decided entertain them by engaging in Bingo and giving them gifts in the forms of cookies, snack cakes, and toiletry items. To be perfectly honest, I didn’t know what to expect upon my arrival at the nursing home.

Well since it's a risk, I'll go for it. I will say one thing that no one knows about me. I might appear okay on the outside but on the inside, I'm just an insecure kid trying to find her way in the world. I try to fix other people's problem and most time neglecting my own. Most people think that everything is going smooth for me not knowing that there is a turmoil brewing inside me trying to find a light, seeking for assurance that all is gonna be well. A friend once asked me to tell him more about me. Laughing, I started to talk but nothing came out.

As soon as I read this question, I immediately knew the answer. It came to me like a refreshing gust of wind, on a sunny day. The answer is beautifully tragic, that answer is being yourself.

What makes up an identity? A whole lot of things. Your friends, family, and culture can all play parts into your identity, but how can you show your identity to someone who isn’t you? By presenting the different sides of you of course. My project illustrates the fun, serious, playful, and loving parts of me in different areas and situations. It displays my identity in many different fashions and therefore deserves an A.

The music does whatever I want it to do. The song skips through the air with the melody sweetly dancing as the harmony gives it a lilting tune. With my fingers touching the smooth, ivory keys, the chords become vibrant with promises of something more. I could stay like this forever, with my fingers dancing while my heart sings, but my destiny wouldn’t allow it.

At work, I belong to the coffee club and the water club. I do not even like water or coffee I just wanted to belong. At home, my cupboards are filled with many cups. Cups I bought at Disneyland, Universal Studios, museums, and from some musicals, I have attended. I buy every cup I like at Starbucks, and when my family sees a cup, they purchase it for me. I give my family cups, and my favorite friends cups. Even though I have many cups, I drink from a Styrofoam cup, because I do not want to wash my cup. I want to fill my cups but I am not willing to wash them after I use them. This is just like my life I have many hats and many jobs, but where do I truly belong? Where I am at peace, and where do I best sever the Lord? I surround myself

I think, in some ways, my environment defines who and what I am more than anything. My friends, my acquaintances, my hobbies, the media I consume, the world around me in general.

Life is full of experiences that challenges us to use our skills differently in order to make the best of it. Some would say that collaborating and interacting with others that have different beliefs or opinions as yours is great experience. Although how is one to react when there is no other way out other than collaborating in order to make themselves comfortable. The use of one’s soft skills is the test that some would fail but it is how you perceive the situation and what someone choses to do with the opportunity at hand. Also it depicts how you will later handle other things in life.

Whenever I turned 18 I really wanted to get my ears pierced, again. I already had two lobe piercings and one upper cartilage earring, abut my cartilage earring had been done wrong, so for the last three years it was always hurting when I wore an earring in it. I talked to mom about how I wanted my ears pierced again and she didn’t like the idea, she said it was trashy, and tacky. I didn’t care, I still wanted them done again, but done properly by a licensed piercer at a tattoo parlor. I was still in high school and they had rules on how many piercings you could have, and I had softball so I couldn’t wear earrings then either, so I waited.