Personal Narrative-A Humorous Or Stressful?

Culture shapes our identity and influences our behaviors. Living in California has been an open-minded journey for me because of diverse cultures, lifestyles, and people’s thought. Although, I learned to adopt the positive of a new culture and abandon the negative ones. It seemed like I could easily lose my cultural identity while I am accepting a new culture. However, After I took the class I even feel a greater appreciation on my own race, ethnicity and culture. I think my identity will never change. I will always consider myself as a Chinese because my own culture has shaped me into who I am no matter where I live and whom I married to.

So then I go, and find Mrs. Price and tell her, ¨The red sweater wasn't mine. I knew adults weren't right all the time.¨ So I yell at the top of my lungs to Mrs. Price, ¨YOU BELIEVE ALL THE STUDENTS AND YOU ALWAYS YELL AT ME, I WISH YOU NEVER TEACHED HERE, I JUST WANT TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE.” Then Mrs. Price tells me to go to the office. So I stomp my feet on the floor ,and go to the office. When I get into Mr. BobbyJoe’s office i talk to him and tell him what had happened. He says to me, “Now Rachel I know how you feel if I were you I would do the same thing. So what i want you to do is to go and tell Mrs. Price your sorry while I go and call your parents then come back.” So I go back to the class room and tell Mrs. Price that I was

My career was finally looking up, I was working as a senior accountant with multiple multi-million accounts, full-cycle, I finally finished my Bachelor’s degree. I even purchased my first home and bought a new car! Then, it happened, I found out I was going to be a mom. I was excited, and terrified at the same time, I even took parenting classes! I had no idea how to do the formula thing and diapers? Yeah… ok.

My initial perceptions about the students of St. Angela were very stereotypical. Honestly, I expected those students to come from single parent backgrounds and come from a low income household. I expected to deal with students who live life in a survival type of manner. What I mean by survival type of manner is for one to be on defense seeing the type of the children are from the Austin area. Walking in to St. Angela I expected to deal with kids that didn’t listen and know respect for authority. I expected this due to my upbringing in the same neighborhood.

My dad, for as long as I can remember, has always been a big part of my life. All throughout middle and high school we would have heart to heart conversations just father and son. I can remember the warmth of the fire, the taste of tea on the tip of my tongue, a cool midnight breeze blowing in carrying the scent of grass and fresh rain, my dad sitting across the room telling me about the different projects he was working on, and regaling me with advice to help in everyday life. One night, he told me something that would change my life forever: that all the different clubs, hobbies, and sports that I do are connected to each other in some way, and how each skill I gain from each of these different activities can be filed away to use in a later

There are two types of people on the first day of school. Those who want to impress, and those who simply do not give a damn. Clara is the second type. With a black soccer shirt to match her black high top chuck taylors and dark wash jeans, she walks in casually without making eye contact. Not that she is shuddering at the thought of human confrontation, she simply just doesn’t care all that much. That’s one possiblility.

All I could think about was how bad my legs hurt. I had scratches from branches that tore away at my skin on my arms and legs, a terrible headache and my clothes had so many rips and tears that I couldn’t remember how I got. I couldn’t remember anything, not my name, what had happened or anything. I just didn’t know. All I knew is that I had been stumbling through the woods for quite some time. Well until I came to a road with tons of cars coming from every direction. I stepped one foot at a time onto the noisy road filled with commotion and so abruptly it all went black. I woke to nearly blinding lights shining above me and looked around to see the room of a hospital. As I tried to sit up I experienced a piercing pain that lasted until I finally

It was the final night of the camping trip. My family had come to the woods, and having spent two days toughing it out in a tent, we decided to treat ourselves and stay in a cabin. The day was well spent and included fishing, roasting marshmallows, and playing games with my mom, dad, and little sister, Payton. Understandably, all four of us were exhausted. Things started to go wrong when I entered the cabin bedroom.

Jordan woke up Monday morning telling herself this will not be a boring day. She was going to make an impact on someone. “Ding ding ding!” her alarm clock yelled. “Another day, but today is an extraordinary day!” she yelled with joy. She got up from her bed wearing only sweatpants and a tank top and she wandered to her computer to check her email, like she does every day. She looked at all of her 24 boring emails; bills, emails from work, and more bills. She hated it. But at the end of the row of usual emails, one caught her blue eye, and without hesitating she clicked on it. The mysterious email was from the White House! “WHAT?!” “Drew! Come here!” she yelled to her husband. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I just got a random email from the White House saying that they want me to fly to Washington D.C and have a meeting with the president!” Jordan said with enthusiasm. “It must be fake” Drew said with a smirk. “No, they’re paying for everything, my ticket, a hotel room, everything”. She said smiling with her jaw wide open about to touch the ground. In 7 hours, she would be meeting the president.

I was so excited you updated author-nim. I really enjoyed the chapter. I could only assume that the character was based off you. I know life is hard: coping with our emotions, accepting ourselves the way we are, decision making, and life changes, are not easy things to accept and/or make. Each day is a new beginning and along with it come new challenges/battles that we have to face and overcome.

Baby, “ You better work hard or they will leave you any kind of way”

Valerie, you and I seem to be opposites in our dominant and weak functions. Personally, I believed that thinking was my dominant function while feeling was my weakest. I have a tendency to try and gather as many facts as I can about a given situation and based on what I’ve been given, I then allow myself to use my feeling function, which I believe to be more introverted than extroverted. That being said, I think your strength with the feeling function really helps you with your job. However, the two of us did get the same attitude result from the questionnaire, and I also was not surprised that the quiz labeled me an introvert. I think we were also right in knowing which function was more dominant in ourselves. While you ended up being an INFJ,

I sat in the rain for over an hour at my spot tonight, looking past the slate boulders and fallen trees of the forest I have grown to love so much. It's a good thinking spot. It's been my safe place to go when I cannot love myself. I use it often, if one would like to know. It's been raining all day, but I don't mind; it was fully worth the wet butt just to collect my thoughts outside.

Everyone is gone, but not me, I was stuck in the rumble of the torn apart city. Were filled around me are hurt souls and blood. Quite frankly, I don't even think there is anyone left. The loud noises hurt My ears, the sight of what I hope isn't blood is stinging my eyes, and the thought of what truly happened melts my brain. I couldn't move my head hurt so much and my legs were stuck under something I couldn't call for help because when I did all I heard were screams of the people in the city. Out of nowhere, I heard noises, not human noises, but something was definitely coming close I couldn't talk or yell for help so just cried so loud even Nevada could hear me. Finally, someones digging me out, but before I get a glimpse of them There goes

I began living by myself at the age of 18 in Europe. I could only rely on myself, since my family lived far from me. I faced a lot of problems that I had no previous experience handling, since I had only just finished high school. The decisions I made affected who I am now.