Narrative Essay On Identity

I believe in having responsibility for my actions for the rest of my life. Responsibility can earn me a ton of things, such as money and treats. If I do an action or sometimes help my mother with an action, I gain a dollar or two or my mom gives me a treat, like Sweet Frog’s. In this case, I wouldn’t mind being responsible because it involves something that I care about dearly.

Getting into the swing of becoming an adult may seem like the end of the world. It’s stressful, confusing, scary, and overall very difficult. For me at least. You think that it might be the end of the world for you, but nothing is worse than losing yourself in the process of all of that. You feel lost and frustrated because you don’t know who you are and what you want to do. That is what happened to me. Throughout high school, mainly my last two years, I felt lost, I didn’t know who I was. Graduation came and my graduation present was a plane ticket to Virginia for a week to meet a friend. Going to Virginia and meeting Megan has shown me who I am and what I want to do.

The darkness consumed my cousin, but not completely. A part of me did not want to believe that she committed a mass murder and maybe, just maybe it was someone else. But the proof that the police needed was all there. We weren’t that close but it pained me to know that someone who i thought to be as a kind and caring person could kill people.

On March 4th, 2018, I, Officer Albert, was working as a Police Officer for the Wichita State University Police Department. At approximately 0150 hours I was dispatched to Shocker Hall for a suspicious character report. The suspicious character was a white male wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt riding a skateboard. I arrived at approximately 0151 hours on the south side of Shocker Hall and walked down the south steps towards the courtyard. Officer Andrew Abbey was on scene talking with an individual fitting the suspicions character description, see Officer Abbey's report. I spoke with the individual later identified as Tyler Micol Dane Kuhn. Kuhn's eyes were glassy and his pupils were large. Kuhn's hands were shaking and he seemed confused. Kuhn wasn't able to

Auditions for the spring production of The Sound of Music quickly approached. My vocal chords did not understand the importance of that audition to me and refused to overcome my laryngitis. Rehearsing multiple times a day, drinking lemon tea with throat coat and Ricola, putting myself on vocal rest, I made every effort necessary to prepare. The day of auditions, I avoided all dairy and caffeine. After school, I nervously traversed the halls toward the choir room, every note of "That's Rich" from Newsies ringing through my head. Competitors passed audition forms throughout the room, and my hand deftly filled out the familiar paper.

Ten years ago I was celebrating my 49th birthday and on the verge of a life changing decade. After months of mammograms, tests, and biopsies, I heard the dreaded three words "you have cancer". You know that cliché movie scene where the character is sucked to the ceiling and watches the doctor from above and all she hears is a muted "blah, blah, blah"? That was my reality. I lived in what felt like a dream state for several years after hearing those words. One cannot be and will not ever be the same after a cancer diagnosis, in particular after your two favorite body parts are cut from your body. Fast forward to today, my 59th birthday and after many surgeries and procedures, I am living my "new normal". After my deconstruction and reconstruction, many

Middle to Late childhood I continued to remain small. At eight years only I was only 48 inches tall and not even 50 lbs. I continued to be advanced academically. I had to start attending speech therapy as I was unable to clearly say R’s. They thought this may have been due to me being born prematurely. With many years of speech therapy I was able to say words with R’s appropriately. Physically I was involved in softball, tennis and spent a lot of my free time swimming at the pool. I was the girl who was always picked first to be on a team and often times was picked before many of the boys. I had no problem playing rough and taking hard knocks. I had a group of close girlfriends that I spent almost every day with starting from kindergarten.

It was late, but that's when the woman preferred doing her workouts. Yoga seemed the perfect way to end a day -- stretching, relaxing, ...... . She walked onto the large mat and stood in front of the mirrored wall. She removed her black jacket and let it fall to the floor next to her. She felt slightly self-conscious in only a loose tank top and bun-hugger shorts, but she knew she'd be alone. She began by doing a few simple stretches before moving into her yoga positions. She began with the Downward Facing Dog. She closed her eyes, feeling the stretch along the back of her legs. From this position, she moved her feet farther apart and brought her hands to grasp her ankles as she moved into the Wide-Legged Forward Bend. She let her head hang,

I was in 8th grade, but I walked out that high school gym with my shoulders back and head high like I was the big man on campus. My confidence went through the roof. In one day I had gone from extreme anger with my parents. Then I experienced terror as my parents drove me to the high school. Surprisingly this turned around to confidence and pure excitement for the years to come.

As a student, I have always handled the pressure of schoolwork and tests by preparing, organizing, and staying ahead of the game. I study for every single test and I practice for every piano, singing, orchestra, and ballet performance. I always plan ahead for the simplest things even in my personal life. I plan my Halloween costumes in August and my December birthday in September. Therefore, preparation gives me confidence and assurance that I will perform successfully. Little did I know that I cannot always control or prepare for every situation. In the December of 2012, someone threw me a lifeline and changed my attitude.

One cold winter day sitting at home waiting for my kids to get home from school. It was almost 3:00pm and they get off the bus at 3:05pm and all the sudden my phone rings and it’s the kids’ school. All I heard was “We have Diego; we need to come to school right now.” My heart dropped, and that was the longest ride ever and we only lived 3 minutes from the school. I got to the office and I had no idea what to expect my son sitting in the chair in the Dean of Students office, he spots me and just starts crying. I asked “What’s going on with my son?” When the effects of bullying have been brought into your life, the effect it has on your family as a whole was hard, but we did overcome the problem that faced us as a team.

First, when I was four years old, me and my older brother started asking our parents if we could have a baby brother. After that, my parents started to laugh and told us that probably not because they were good with only two kids. Me and my brother were disappointed and decided to convince our parents no matter what. After a while, my parents got tire of hearing us complain about getting a baby brother and they told us that we were not getting one. Then, the next month my mother started getting a little fat. My Mom told me that she had to go to the hospital because she was sick. A few months went by and my Mom was getting fatter every month. I started to worry about my mom, so I started asking her if she was going to get better. After I asked her, she told me to go get my older brother because she had to tell us something really important. When I got him and came back with my Mom, I got really scared because I thought she was going to tell us that she was really sick. A few moments later she told us “Listen, remember when you asked me if you guys could have a baby brother, well, we you’re not going to get one but two twin brothers!” After that I thought she was lying and I started to get mad until she told me that she was actually saying the truth and that’s when I got shocked and I thought myhead was going to explode. That was one of the best days of my life.

… Beep beep! The cars zoom past Pearl on the city streets, the wind tossing around her freshly cut hair. Pearl is walking back to work after donating ten inches of her hair to Wigs for Kids, an organization that makes wigs for children with cancer. As Pearl walks, she slows her brisk pace and stops to give an elderly veteran a couple dollars. “Thank you, Miss,” the veteran says gratefully.

I, Grace, Queen of the Moon, Empress of the Night, have nothing to wear. I woke up about an hour ago and in that time I've ate breakfast, taken a shower, and have stood in front of my closet, failing to find suitable formal wear. I am now in the shop downtown being fitted for a black floor length silk dress, 'cause the king of France just can't have a pool party and make everything easier. The lady measuring me was poking and prodding all over, and I was tempted to get her fired, right then and there, but seeing as I had lived inside the moon all of my life, I probably needed to get used to the humans and their culture, and this is a fine time to do it. "OK ma'am, I'll have it done in a couple hours." she said putting in the last pins needed. "Thank you!" I responded distractedly. I took the dress off as soon as she left, and put on my jeans and dark blue blouse. Sighing, I looked at myself in the mirror, making sure I looked OK. I fixed my dark grayish blue hair, and walked out of the dressing room. As I walked out the door I handed her the dress and said "I'll be

It was a hot July day in the city with the sun shining down on the busy streets and sidewalks of New Albany, Indiana. A few miles away from the city lived a kid whose name was Jack. Jack and his family didn't have a lot of money back then. One day Jack's mom woke him from bed and said, “Jack, I want you to go into the city and sell the families' moped.” Jack got up. He took helmet and keys and hopped on the moped and drove off to the city. On the way to New Albany Jack decide to stop at a gas station so he could blow his nose. So he parked his moped and went inside the gas station. He went into the bathroom and blew his nose. On his way out of the gas station a homeless man walked up to Jack and said, “Hey son, I'll give you these magic beans for that moped.” Jack looked at him and said,