My Life

In her essay “My Two Lives,” Jhumpa Lahiri, an Indian American, explains the balance between the identities of the two countries inside her heart, as well as her psychological struggle between her bicultural identities. She describes herself as an Indian-American because she moved with her family from India to the United States when she was very young. However, confused with her identity through her growth, she feels that she doesn’t belong to either of the two countries because of its completely different cultures. When she is at home, she deals with her parents in an Indian way, which is strange compared to the American way that she come across outside. She says that she has a distinctive identity in spite of her Indian appearance

Everything had gone so wrong too quickly, and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d been happy. But it was all your fault. You knew that.

As the talk went on, I felt myself ready to have a breakdown. I didn’t know how to respond without my feelings getting ahead of me. I had never gone through something like this before. I was trying to sort it all out in my head and understand the why’s and the how’s of everything and the past. The past is something I’ve never really wanted to deal with.

In the article, “My Two Lives” by Jhumpa Lahiri, Lahiri gives a brief summary of her life growing up as an Indian-American. Lahiri struggled with the idea of not fitting in with the people of America, but also not wanting to leave her own Indian heritage behind. In the very first paragraph of the article Lahiri stated, “Like many immigrant offspring, I felt intense pressure to be two things, loyal to the old world and fluent in the new…” (43). This problem relates to the topic of Assimilation in that Lahiri was afraid to allow her old Indian heritage to be swallowed up by her new, more dominant, American culture. She did want to be included in the American ways, but did not want to erase her family’s Indian heritage entirely.

Observed for the first time at “The Wick” with Josh Mayer (Call Me Lemon), Born Wisdom has been planting his feet everywhere from Shady Katie’s to First State Lounge in Philadelphia. Wisdom has been featured before and hits the leading spot again.

When we arrived, I felt myself shaking, pacing, and staring at the floor as a last attempt to do whatever I could to keep it together. We walked through the front door into a house filled with people. Right past the entrance was a table covered in bouquets. That was it! All I could take, and it hit again, the tears, shaking,

I looked over my shoulder and there he was my brother’s best friend, Michael cuddling me. It was not our first time hooking up but this time it was different waking up to him beside me. I finally woke him up to discuss what happened and he reminded me that the condom had broken the night prior. I suggested

I didn’t even bother trying to contact that man. I mean, he seemed cool from what I could vaguely remember, and I guess I was good enough in bed that he wanted to see me again, but fuck I didn’t remember anything else besides that. I mean, I don’t even know if he would be a good fit for me. All I know is I had a drink, got a bit drunk, slept with this man who was a stranger to me, and then I decided to go on with my life. But then again, over the next couple of weeks I started to feel strange. I felt sick, tired, and unsure of what to do. I was also feeling very emotional, and I could already tell that whatever had happened was messing with

This is probably one of the hardest things for me to reflect on, I have been through so much in my life and I came out strong but this one time when I felt completely helpless and lost was when my best friend had broken down to me saying she didn’t want to be alive anymore. I had seen all the signs that she wasn’t ok but I just pushed them away but when she told me I felt like such a terrible friend and that I was to blame.

I hit the ground, and somehow I knew I wasn’t going to get back up. I had gone too far. I was just trying to help, but I wasn’t helping. I had finally realized everybody must go through hard times I wish I had known that before. I looked up at my brother, everything was fuzzy, but I could see him looking down at me with worry in his eyes. I reached up to grab his shoulder to comfort him, but everything went black.

I’m going to die. No use sugarcoating it. I know I messed up, the same way I know that there are no second chances in this world of mine. If I had only kept my mouth shut, I could have lived a little longer—a few more years, if I were lucky.

The most challenging part of my life was when I was 15 years old going on 16. Those two years were very rough for me because those are the years my grandmother was getting to the point she needed me and my mom by her side all the time. When she started getting sick that’s when it all began. Everything started revolving around her, my free time started to lessen, and my family started to crash and burn.

We follow a group of friends as they walk out into the beach, then change to a birds eye view of the group and then zoom out to see the gorgeous Whitsundays beach. The beat drops as we switch Mumbulla Falls and a GoPro sliding down the rocks into the creek, giving our audience an adrenalin

I was born on November 19th, 1995 in Peoria, Illinois. When I was born I had two older siblings, my sister’s name is Meagan and my brother’s name is Jake. A few years after I was born my younger brother was born on April 8th, 1997 and his name is Sean. We all lived in Illinois till I was second grade then we moved to Hillsboro, Tennessee. My older sister was 18 when we moved to Hillsboro so she just stayed in Illinois and lived with her friends and she still currently lives there. I went Hillsboro elementary school till the end of fifth grade. The summer after fifth grade we moved to Estill Springs, Tennessee. For middle school I went to North Middle School in Winchester, Tennessee. For high school, my freshman and sophomore years I went to Franklin County High School. When I was at Franklin County I played football my freshman year and my sophomore year I decided not to and went to the gym with my father. During my sophomore year, just about the end of the school year, we moved to Tullahoma, Tennessee. So my junior and senior year I went to Tullahoma High School. My time at Tullahoma, I decided to start playing football again and both years, we made it to playoffs. In high school I made some great friends that I know I can always talk to if I ever need them.

My life was not an easy one, but I am not giving up easily. I managed to get through, thanks to my family and a very special Friend of mine. I need to be settled with my past, live in my present, and hope in my future.