Filing My Name: A Personal Narrative Of My Life

At the age of 14, I moved from Atlanta to Las Vegas, then to Los Angeles. Atlanta was the place I grew up in, the place where I developed my personal identity, the place where I established lasting relationships, and the place I never wanted to leave. During my move, I lost every aspect that defined who I was as I my new peers shunned and isolated me due to by my “distinct lifestyle and characteristics In comparison to my brothers, I was never given the opportunity to receive the “typical” high school experience that is often seen on movies, as I was often alienated in my new setting. I attended two different high schools in two different states, allowing me never to fully establish long-lasting relationships that my mother and my brothers attained during their high school

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

I Would like of change my name into different things of stuff, because sometimes I think that happen if was a name into different things of stuff.

My name is Nicole Lindmeier. I was wondering if you had any time available to meet tomorrow, September 28th, and answer a few questions for me. I was hoping to ask a couple of questions about my Unit 1 summary, and I also have some questions about concepts in Unit 1 for the quiz on Monday. Let me know if you are available at some point to meet tomorrow. Thanks.

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

At a young age, about two or three years old, children are taught by teachers or parents to learn how to spell their name. At that moment in my life, that was my biggest worry because I had trouble learning how to spell my name. It was six measly and easy letters to write in two large dotted lines. Nevertheless, I was able to concur that task in a time span of a week and a half, but its funny because in that moment in time I thought I wouldn’t be able to concur the task presented in front of me but with practice; I found a way. Developing that mindset at a young age helped me concur a major goal I had sent out for myself during my senior year of high school.

After the initial shock and awe of finding out I was pregnant after 10 years of struggling and wondering if I would ever have the baby I had been dreaming of for so long, I began to plan every detail of my birth. I found a midwife and birth center when I was 8 weeks pregnant. I hired a doula at 12 weeks. My birth plan was written and finalized at 24 weeks. Every detail was planned-I had even planned the song that would be playing when my son would make his appearance. I'm a recovering control freak.

My need for exemption falls on the financial disability my family and I will face if I were to dorm at Cal Poly Pomona. My mom does not have a permanent or stable job to rely on because she babysits on an irregular basis, which is why she can’t present her taxes to demonstrate her income. I also have a 7 year old brother whom I help with homework and any school related activity because of the language barrier between my mom and his education. I translate any information that my mom needs to know and help my brother understand his work when he is having difficulty. I would gladly like to dorm on campus because I think it is a great way to become more involved in school activities and network with other people, but due to my economic status I

Many people have left legacies from when they were alive. Some are good, and some are bad. Those people may not agree with what they have left behind, and some may be perfectly okay with theirs. For me, I would like to leave behind a legacy that shows my family that I was a good person. I would want them to know that I had good intentions for my life and that I wanted to do good for myself and others. In this essay, I will explain what I would like my legacy to be like.

Back in Houston, my mother was in the hospital, waiting for my birth’s arrival. It was a Friday, November 28, the air was cold. My mom was watching TV, until the doctor came to proceed my delivery. My dad was sitting down in the room. A few minutes, and the doctor came and talked to my mother, instructing my mom to do as they say. Then my mom proceeded to push and boom, I suddenly appeared out and that's where my life all started. At the time I weighed 7 pounds. My dad picked me up and my mom chose to name me Russell, because of a basketball player she watched named Russell Byron (a player in the Utah Jazz) . That time in Houston we waited in the baby breathing room,

While my accomplishments on paper may seem limited, I have always considered myself a proficient writer. I have written almost daily since about sixth grade, albeit my prior schooling did not do much of a service for my writing skills. This, I feel, has led to me being able to write well, but not being able to break-down & improve my writing efficiently. These effects can be directly seen by me performing better on the essay for my SAT than I did on the actual writing question subsection. I wish to attend USF to hone my writing skills into something more presentable to the world. I feel have the ideas, but not the tools, so to speak. My overall goals include one day attending classes at the Poynter Institute to maximize my comprehension of

It was an ordinary Friday afternoon, I was playing outside with Peyton Becker when a bright orange chichiwawa walked up the driveway. He cautiously came toward us and stopped. We tried to pet him, but he was too frightened, I knew because he had tucked his tail between his legs. Next we tried treats but I guess he had a treatphobia or something cause he still wouldn't budge to let us pet him. By then we gave up and Peyton went home. The next day Lauren and I sprung out of bed to see if he was still there. Once we made it to the back door he was still there infact right at the back door begging with his big brown eyes to come in. We needed a plan to keep him. We begged all afternoon, until we’d forgotten about him being outside, we rushed out the back door to find him laying in the grass, we sat down next to him and pet him until we realized we were petting him!

Thinking about what someone would say about you on your obituary at the age of 15 was unusual. But after diving off the road and rolling around like a tumbleweed in a metal monster only to defy death, I laid on my hospital bed pondering the “what ifs”. What if I did die? Would they describe me with the typical characteristics of the young and departed: sweet, loving, caring, with a bright future? Of course turning a blind eye to my quick temper and sharp tongue; it’s rude to speak negatively of the dead. I came to the conclusion that I would be publicly mourned for a time period of about two weeks. My funeral would come and then I would be forgotten slowly as my classmates and extended family readjusted to their lives without me. My memory

My birth certificate states that I was born in Gaston County. Fate has kept me in the county limits for eighteen years. I’m kidding; I don’t believe in fate. When I turned twelve my obsession with The Beatles began, and I honestly thought that my undying passion for the Fab Four would lead me to take back the world in a musical revolution. I had big plans. I asked for a guitar for Christmas that year and inquired around to see if anyone was interested in joining a band. I even wrote some really repetitive songs. The world was mine for the taking, and fate was on my side. I actually received a guitar for Christmas that year, and I picked it up expecting to lead my family in a rousing singing of “Blackbird” around the tree. However, it turns

I have always been mature for my age, growing up an only child kind of does that to you. I had to watch over my little cousins quite often and at that time in my life, I dreaded babysitting. The crying, the screaming, the tantrums; they annoyed me to no end. Olivia, being the youngest, would say, “your not the boss of me!” Umm, actually I am while your parents are away, so please just listen to what I ask of you. After two long years of babysitting, I had decided I really did not like kids, that I would never have any of my own. But when I turned fifteen, I regretted ever saying that, seeing as my family history was about to catch up to me.