Personal Narrative

“Nice to meet you, I'm Sophia, I live right up the hill to your left. You can't see it right now because of all the trees, but we're moving, which I'm not excited about at all.”

With the dawn of the Industrial Age near the beginning of the nineteenth century also came with the rise of nationalism, or the belief that a country’s way of life was superior to others. Nationalistic ideologies, born in the coal ovens of Industry, soon gave way to systems of imperialism that would quickly take hold in other parts of the world. For the purposes of this essay, can be broadly defined as a symbiotic relationship between an industrialized state and an agrarian state in which the industrialized state almost always benefits in some way, while the agrarian state is often times left with a mixture of benefits and disparagements. The fact that Industrialization took over the world in phases allowed for the first industrialized states to establish a system of imperialism in states that had yet to experience their own industrialization. From this, a competition arose between industrialized states that would boil over into the First World War. Through the analysis of primary sources dealing with imperialism, one can take an objective stance to view the effect that this newly established political system had on the industrialized and agrarian states of the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. In this analysis, it can be stated that imperialism, based on greed and racism, was a bad thing, however, it can be argued that is was not a holistically bad thing. In many cases, some agrarian states benefitted from direct and indirect imperialism.

It was nothing like I had seen in the movies. I wondered what people thought of me and what was being said about me. I appreciated every person that made an attempt to welcome me, but seeing that it was such a small school, I knew I would be the topic of people’s conversations for the next few days as more and more people heard about the infamous “new girl.” I considered the thought that the students there had all grown up together and known the same faces all of their lives. That explained why everyone already had their cliques. Apart from impressions and reputations, I wondered what opportunities I was going to encounter here and where they would take me in

In the novel The Call of the Wild, Buck, the main character has an internal conflict. Buck struggles between the natures of how he was raised, which was civilization and an instinctive savagery from his ancestors. Buck lived in a civilized manner in the beginning of chapter one, but he had to adapt to his surroundings when he was kidnapped and taken, to the Yukon Territory. Buck’s new environment caused him to revert back to his primordial instincts and unlearn his previously civilized nature.

The environment of the new school was very different from my other old school. Everybody dressed, acted, and talked differently, I didn't have the

“What,” I sighed looking back at him. Turning to him I see him start to wiggle his eyebrows at me.

His eyes scanned the room for what felt like years before they landed on me. He quickly grabs his bag and makes his way to his seat. On his way there we made eye contact. He winked at me.

The next day my mom took me to the new school i’m going to, and to be honest with I kind of don’t care what's going to happen but will see. My new

After waiting all summer it was finally my first day at a new school. All the pressure would be on me...or so I thought.

Walking into school for the first time was a huge excitement for me seeing so many kids and potential

"Rosie come here" I said in a soft tone making her turn around on her heel and glare at me.

"How will I even get to school?" I asked myself. Suddenly I heard a door slam from the house next to me. As I see my neighbor and his sisters getting ready to leave for the first day of school I rush to open the door.

As I walked into the classroom for my first day of observations, I was greeted

She sighed heavily, unimpressed by his quip. I could tell she wanted to let me keep it; she knew it fascinated me. She knew of my obsession for alternate personalities and playing pretend with them. Masks were a part of it and I could see, no, I could feel that she knew. What was

As the year progressed, I started to make friends, I even reached out to new friends. For once, I looked forward to school. The classroom was safe, and people began to open up and talk, be silly, have fun while learning. That’s not to say we didn’t have our difficulties, but overall, it brought us closer.