Creative Writing On Invulnerable

That was who I was. That was what I was known for, and there was no changing it. That’s why when my mom told me that we were moving to Louisiana, I was thrilled. It was my one chance to alter my identity, not to mention start fresh. I could finally fit in with everyone else and be normal. Because of the move, I’ve landed in the position I’m in now. Out of all the students I could’ve associated myself with, I decided to sit at a table with the ‘rebellious’ kids. I knew in my gut that it was a bad decision, but what other choice did I have? My broken and insecure self had to sit with people who I knew would be considered cool. I was a cloudy sky on a rainy day, and it was time for my sun to come

Meanwhile, Jack was getting his hands tied. “I-if you think that you’re going to kill her…” Jack was cut off when Pitch punched his face. “Now, now, Jack.” Pitch said. “I won’t kill her.” “I d-don’t believe you, bastard!” Jack said painfully as he got up from the floor. Pitch noticed fear in jack’s eyes. “She’s done nothing t-to you. Leave her alone.” He continued. Pitch held Jack’s face and said “I’ll leave her alone as long as you become my nightmare prince.” Jack struggled to lose Pitch’s grip, but all he got was blood scars on his pale cheeks. “Aghh!

it feels to feel out of place. Not just in a group of people, but in this

In the past, I fell victim to the notion of conformity that society demands. Society stresses both the importance of individuality and conformity; however, society cannot hold true to both ideals and the individual suffers— I lost my identity and sense of joy in the world. Conformity gave me the illusion that I had found a sense of belonging,

Not fitting a mold does not mean I don't belong— it means I can find belonging

I put out my arm, and she took my hand. I helped her up, and she skipped at my side. Her hair bobbed up and down, and her shoes made a squeaking sound every time she skipped. "Do you realize how not normal you

The noises came almost simultaneously, first the explosion at the department of defense, then the shattering glass of her balcony window. Areej woke up to the sight of the burning Iraqi building that she used to walk by every day on to way to and from school. She was in the apartment complex that the majority of her relatives lived in, deep in the suburbs of Baghdad. Since it was 3:00 AM, the sun was yet to rise over the buildings of downtown of Baghdad, but the fire was enough for her to see her surroundings. All that could be seen were papers that flew out of the building in flames. Before Areej could contemplate what was going on, her mother and father smashed through the wooden door, breaking it on impact, and crashed into

As early as middle school, I wanted to fit in. I tried desperately to fit into group after group, hoping that one day I'd find "my" group, and I would fit neatly into place beside them. Time after time again, I failed, growing increasingly frustrated. Finally, I realized that the problem wasn't a problem at all. I was trying desperately to fit into a mold, suppressing thoughts and interests in hopes that I'd fit in. I was tossing the things I enjoyed aside, for what? To please people who couldn't like me for ALL of me? Humans are complex, with many interests and opinions and goals, which makes it impossible to fit in with just ONE group. I became much happier with myself once I realized it was okay to not fit into a mold.

At the age of 13, my mother moved myself, and my family to the quiet, clean, and quaint, upstate New York. This was difficult for me, as I moved away from all my family who continued to reside in New York City. During this time, I was the perfect of example of Erickson’s Identity VS Identity Confusion stage, as I spent a lot of time hanging out with different peer groups trying to figure out where I fit best (“Through the life stages in counseling”, n.d.). I did not realize how much I desired to fit in until I had gone through my first year of college and noticed I had been bullied a lot. As I began to pick up the pick up the pieces, I decided to love me for whom I truly am and what I have to offer. In this profound epiphany, I decided to continue and

If you do not fit in, you will be weird. If you are weird then you are not desirable

"Wo-hoo!" I heard the stands going crazy. People yelling and cheering, the sound of the high top shoes squeaking on the glossy fresh stadium gym. Just watching my team and the opponents fighting to win the game. The smell of fresh food coming straight from the new clean concession stands.

When people want to figure out their identity, they’ll have to change their perspective, on how they think people view them. Doing this, you’ll slowly engage deeper into self-consciousness. George Herbert Mead, explained in four stages on, how people come to self-consciousness. Two important things that work together as a person goes through the stages, in George Herbert Mead’s theory are, the “I,” and the “Me.” The Four stages are, imitation, play, games, and generalized (Pg. 35-40 Mead 2009.) There’re also some challenges, and another theory that relates to, George H. Mead’s theory of identity development, that I will discuss as well.

The central journey in every individual's life is that of self discovery. We look deep into our own hearts and minds to articulate our identity, who we are, what we believe, and what we love to do. Emily Dickinson once stated, “The Soul selects her own society.” A human soul is the most pure form of one’s true self. Who an individual wants or pretends to be is not included. Once people listen to this inner self and accept their own beliefs, ideas, and interests, they will discover where they belong in the world. For me, the past few years have bred clarity in discovering a new place of belonging. Despite my childhood focus on volleyball, I did not experience a true sense of community until I discovered my passion for theater during high

This week, I was reminded that it is not a problem for not thinking like a person next to me. It is always hard and complicated to get a place in the new environment because all that surrounds you make you feel like an outsider. This week, I took 2 exams and 1 quiz; I am not happy at all about my performance. More I think on how I study for my classes, more I run out of good explanations on why I am not doing well. Maybe I need to change how I do things to see if the results also change? Maybe I need to understand that it is normal that I can always do my best, even though I don’t reach the level of grasping the whole materials like my peers; who happens to be mostly natives. This feeling is frustrating, and it becomes worse because I know that failing isn’t an option for me. Unlike Barbie, I don’t fit in many identities, and I think I can’t even fit easily because I tend to know which environment I am trying to blend in.

Feeling like a sunflower in a patch of daisies , a match in a stack of logs , a feather in the rushing waters of the Cuyahoga River , Something wasn't right, I felt so free as a member of the group , I felt as though I should fit in, A sunflower is a flower after all and we should be the same. Why do I feel so distant? There seems to be an endless hallway of people that are all so different and yet they fit in. What is wrong with me? Why can't I hold a friendship and why do you feel like there is nowhere I can truly call my own place in the world? I'm not sure why these phenomena go through my head as regularly as waves crash on the beach, but I do know that it is an issue that most people don't understand, I like to call this being a drifter, Like the way that a quarter  does , drifting from pocket to pocket and never really settling anywhere Yet that quarter  has been everywhere bringing joy to those who inhabit it. People tend to associate in groups. But what happens when there's someone who doesn't fit in and yet, just like the quarter can be accepted into every group with a smile. To some high school students, this sounds like a dream but to those who know how it feels knowing that it is a whole nother story.