Personal Narrative: A Whole New Culture

This past year, I have been apart of Naperville Central’s brand new Special Spaces club. When my friend approached me and asked me to join, I agreed even though I had no clue what I was involving myself in. In retrospective, I can honestly say that becoming a part of Special Spaces has been one of the most meaningful, fun, and fulfilling experiences I have had in high school.

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

I was incredibly excited. School was starting tomorrow. The first few days were just icebreakers, learning everyone’s names, blah blah blah. Then the real learning began. Of course, teachers started to write our lessons on the board. I started to notice a few changes in what I was seeing. The words they were writing were just...black lines! I didn’t pay much attention to it, I just asked my friends what the board said. As the year went on, it affected me more and more, especially in math. I saw a 2 as a 6, and and an A as an 8.

Some days it feels like it was a lifetime ago, while other days it feels like only moments have passed. Yet here I am, unwrapping my treasured pumpkins. And just as I had predicted, I’m filled with an overwhelming sense of joy and relief that I made it through that frightening, dark tunnel.

Finally, we arrived at our Auntie’s house. Of course, with every party comes alchohol. Adults were laughing and cheering while the kids were playing their video games. The night was filled with vibrant colors as we watched firecrackers and shared laughs with each other. Today, everybody acted like it was the last day of their lives. They feasted, they drank, they did everything! Soon enough, it was time for us kids to receive our “lucky” money! We all lined up in front of the adults and said our new years wishes. We wished everybody a great year and made our way home. As we rode our way home, I thought

I was a flightless bird trapped in a cage, wings clipped and song subdued. I had no distinct purpose, nor was I understood. Home was a prison, not for the insane, but definitely for the emotionally abused. My voice was constantly being shut out; only the people who wanted to hear my words were listening. Despite the words wishing to come out, I found myself unable to speak them. Regardless, I found myself in a place of understanding, of hope, and of insight. My mother was the light that guided me through the endless darkness. Only when she was gone, did I truly find my voice again.

"If you find something really great, don't screw it up, don't mess it up, but hang onto it. You never know how and when it ends." This quote of Stana Katic's is so simple and so clear that the deeper meaning slips by people. I; however, have spent so long contemplating its meaning and how it applies to my life.

Experiencing a new culture is usually life changing. I first started going to Tijuana, Mexico three years ago because my dad was deported. The only places I had ever been to were here in California. When going to a new place I never thought there would be a drastic change in the environment, or people. It’s amazing how a border can separate two worlds and make them so different.

In the world we live we diy everything we believe in we can see and the only thing that exist are human well that's not one hundred percent true you see for people they don't what to believe that there somthing out there that is more powerful than them but you see there's a whole new world that human don't even know about and we like it that way but hey we're getting there but at this point you're probably wondering who is this crazy girl well i'm lexi but and i'm about 5’6 with long all the way passed my but red hare and not bright red like a dark red i have icey sole piercing eyes and i'm an agale and no not from heaven you see i'm a gradin well a garden in training but we have wings like an angel but are job is to keep all the supernatural

My Mom and I are on our way home on a late Sunday afternoon from shopping and soon getting ready for a great family dinner. We call my grandparents, “Hello! How are you doing honey?” They say to my mother as they don’t know I’m in the car and listening.

Beyond that, this is a really tricky puzzle. With the dilemma of the switch which changes the tracks, I would be indirectly killing one person to save five people. However, when pushing a bigger person off a bridge, I am directly killing him (let’s be real: I’d also go to prison for doing that).

My head was ringing. This can’t be happening. There’s just no possible way! Blood trickled down my forehead. My heart beat what increasing with every breath. Why did this have to happen? Why?? My head was beginning to pound. I closed my eyes, and began to remember what had happened and what had gone so horribly wrong.

All I wanted was to get to the game store so I could beg my mother to buy the latest video game for me. I knew I would have to wait when she gave me a look and told me she needed to pick up her order of new makeup. I didn’t understand this one bit. Why was everyone so into this makeup thing and who has the time to sit in front of the mirror for hours perfecting their face? I was more of the pony tail, fresh faced little tomboy who preferred video games to dolls and sports to ballet. Reluctantly I stomped behind my mom following her to this strange counter with rows of colors and brushes that seemed ridiculous to me. As she talked to the makeup artist I watched a girl get her makeup done for her prom. Watching the focused beautician bring a

The plane landed, making all the passengers giddy and excited. The rain pouring down went against all the good moods. Beverly had told me that she and her mother would be waiting for me at the airport, ready to take me to my new home. As I waited for my two bags to come around on the belt, I

I got what I wanted, and now I wanted to leave this carnival. Slimy food covered every inch of the place and hand sanitizer was nowhere to be found. I ran past the gate with the fish tank splashing all over my forearm. After I found my car in the endless parking lot, my fish and I were homeward bound.