Personal Narrative: Who I Am Today

There was very many trials and events during this time, so much so I could write a book so this is really only the tip of the tip of the iceburg.

Starting high school can be a little scary, especially when you have no guidance from siblings, like me, being the first one from my family to have an education. But that did not stop me from succeeding, I?ve always been confident and determined. I?m an enthusiastic when it comes to trying new things. Who would have thought I was going to be a good athlete plus a book geek, when in my past years I was just a regular kid. I was pretty excited about joining a club that had a connection with high school, that way I didn?t have to start from zero, I always want to be a step ahead. Fortunately, in summer, a high school coach was recruiting freshmen for running either cross country or track, they both involve running, so I considered it like the same sport with different timing. And this is when it all started. Running

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?

I was born on December 13th, 1996 in humble Texas. At the time, my father was 17 years old, and my mom was 21. The 3 of us at the time lived in a single wide, ran down trailer in Cleveland Texas. Back then, the town was very grungy and quite frankly,

I grew up learning everything myself and my mom never really listened to me and because of that now I'm used to keeping everything to myself and she wonders why but that is not her fault. I had to survive, that’s what I call it because you either had to hide the certain special things you wanted and expect the worst out of your older brothers. There were never any words of advice from my older brothers towards me and at the moment given I was only allowed to see my father on the weekends. When my father said specific things he said is using big words, and at the moment I was too young and he was very wise as he had been in my position. My two older brothers have a different dad than my older brother and I. The time my mom was struggling in working and not receiving help from no one and had to maintain 4 male children that fought for food as it was scarce and fought for clothing even if it was too big or too small. This has made me realize that the image a

My parents met in high school and became high school sweethearts. They stayed together through out-of-state college and all. My mom was around 31 when the divorce happened. In result, my mom never really had a boyfriend other than him, so after the divorce her pick of men wasn’t too great, she has been involved in toxic mental, spiritual, emotional and physical abusive relationships. I didn’t realize that it has influenced my life negatively, it has affected me in my relationships and my thoughts on men.

The environment around me has molded me into the man I am today together with its strenuous experiences and jubilant moments. In addition, those memories have created a blazing ambition to become a more intellectual and compassionate individual. Next, my community and certain individual have thought many fundamental aspects that completely changed on how to view this world today. For instance when I study martial arts under Sensei Deanna Bivins, she trained me to become more self disciplined no matter the path that lies before me. Furthermore, the number one person that has carefully raised and taught me almost everything I know is my father. My father has educated me around one concept “Don’t do unto others what you don’t want others do unto you” and because the golden rule was always so close to my heart, I have always grasped the idea of being kind to others. Similarly, I think being involved in my community not only

There have been many people that has helped me be the person I am today and has help get to where I am today. It’s only right for me to give back to my community and the future generations that will make a difference in this world. I may or may not be able to donate my money but I can help them with something better, what I know best, which is the right mindset and person to be a great athlete . Since I have experience in playing sports and there are many things I can teach them, physically and mentally. Also coming from a championship team, I know what it takes for a person not just to be a great player but also a great teammate. I can volunteer my time with younger athletes and teach that there are more to sports than just sports. I know

Starting at an early age it became apparent to me that others around me seemed to be very self-centered. I grew up in a relatively poor family in Oregon that did what they could to care for my two brothers and myself, but there were serious issues present in my family that would tear it apart. My father was an alcoholic and would often be abusive to my mother when he drank; this started early on in their relationship before I was born. Among alcohol problems, my father also had dealings with various illicit substances. This eventually accumulated in my mother having an emotional breakdown and deciding to leave for New York with a man that she had developed a relationship with online. She gave my brothers and I the option to come with her,

You walk too soon see a staircase;it seems never ending willing to touch the stars. Climbing the staircase until you’re tired, you find you are among the clouds; too high up to see what the surface of the earth used to be. You feel limitless, the breeze flowing through your hair and no skyscrapers to block your view of the wonderful part the world you live – Toronto. Each cloud seemed to have represented every memory, emotion, adventure, and achievement you have ever experienced in your life and everyone that has helped you in your beginning of life. From family members to pet peeves, ethnicity to my earliest memory, you’ll now know everything that describes who I am. A story only I can tell, The Story of Me.

In the year 1999 May 28th a very special boy was born, the very special baby boy was named Tiger, named after the famous golf player Tiger Woods. If I were describe myself I would say that I am generally an introverted person and not very outgoing although through these years it has improved by a lot.Throughout my life there had been countless of important events and influence of people people around me that made me who i am today. The two particularly important events that i am going to talk about in depth are, my first time traveling internationally and how i felt. As well as coming over all the way to America to attend a boarding school and to live independently. The one important person that I am going to talk about that influenced me the most in my life is my grandmother.

I've been thinking about my childhood as of late, especially ever since I found out who my brother and father are and how evil they are. I was just a teenager when I was thrown into a war I wasn't prepared for, I didn't even know about the shadow world or shadowhunters until I bumped into Jace, Alec, and Isabel at the Pandamonium club. I'm glad I found out who I really am, but I can see why my mom protected me form this world of shadows. My father is evil and he also turned my brother into something horrendous, but if they weren't evil, I wonder what things would be like. I imagine that my mother would have stayed with Valentine and Jonathan (Sebastian) would have been a normal shadowhunter, not a hybrid. He would have green eyes with blond hair instead of black eyes and silver hair, he would have been my older brother and would probably still alive.

so, right now i am sitting on my 900-1000 dollar comupter typing this to you. I hope we grauated, and i know we will. Right now, I'm listening to "Daft Labeouf - Harder, Better, Faster, Do it" kinda modivational. Anyhow, i im getting alright grades, and im fairly happy right now, grant left a while ago, around 12:30 i think. i've been palying cs:go and ive been getting better at it. so, now for my dreams. I hope in the near future i have a allright house and i am happy. It doesn't haft to be a fancyass house with lots of 1000-10000 dollar things in it, it just hast to be a place that it comfy and i have privacy in. i hope that we have money to go and spend and be happy with. i hope we also still play games. sometimes i worry

My mother eloped extremely young, which was not uncommon because she lived in Somalia. The happiness she eloped for was turned into deceit and heartache. My father, who is about five years older than my mom, cheated on her, twice. The first time she forgave him but, the second time well, that was the last straw. The second time, around the same time I was born, my mom was so furious that my father had to leave the house and he was not allowed to see me. After weeks of separation, they finally attained a divorce and after that I rarely saw my mom. Once my father was out of the picture, my mom had to be the man and woman of the house. When she was not in the house cleaning or cooking, she was out selling clothing and other merchandise. And when I say she was selling products, I do not mean she had a store. My mother would go out, carrying all her products on her back, and going door to door trying to make profit so she can provide for us. The only times my mother was

To start with, my mother grew up without the help of anyone; her father was an alcoholic and her mother passed away when she was just 3 years old, not to mention, my dad ultimately left her when he found out that she was pregnant with me. While growing up, I had learned to value the little things in life merely because my mother - who was just a teenager when she had me - was compelled to work extremely hard in order to sustain and support me. During my childhood, I would always wish that I had never been born. I felt as if I was just another huge obstacle for my poor mother, who was barely an adult herself. Due to the circumstances, I couldn’t have everything that other kids would have. Me, being the terrible kid I am, would constantly argue with my mom whenever she wasn’t able to afford something. I would intentionally ask her questions that I knew would hurt her just to win the argument. In my defense, I was fighting for myself, trying to get her to see my problems. At the time, I didn’t realize how much effort she put in for me, for both of us. I was childish and greedy, and I was too focused on