Personal Narrative: A World Of Hate

I differed from the majority. I was never into pop music, never into fashion, never into celebrities or idols. However, I was not aware of this until I reached an age where my peers in school no longer accepted my differentiating thoughts.

“On my honor, I will never betray my badge, my integrity, my character, or the public trust. I will always have the courage to hold myself and others accountable for our actions. I will always uphold the constitution, my community, and the agency I serve.” This is the oath average citizens take right before they become police officers. The oath shows us why police officers are here, they are here to protect us. The police, and other Government officials, should use police brutality because, if the same people who are supposed to be protecting us are hurting and killing us, then regular citizens are not going to respect laws and authority.

Of course the norm for me is that of any citizen living in zone three.

I used to see the world behind a lens of insecurity. When you are not comfortable in your own skin, it affects every decision you make. What changed me and saved me from this, however, was my activity in drama productions. I got a very small role in a play during my freshman year, and that prompted me to get more involved over the next few years. I got to learn from upperclassmen and got to see how everything fits into place if everyone works hard for the outcome. During my last two years at a different high school, I sought out more backstage work because the department badly needed it. All my experiences in drama productions have been positive, and all have helped me develop a healthier self image that enables me to focus my energy on other people, instead of myself.

I hate when people mess with me by irritating or annoying me. Also I hate being talked about me behind my back too. It bothers me so much that I can probably be mad, and upset for a whole day and not say anything to anybody. However, I do not do that a lot I just keep moving forward on what I have to do. I do this because I would not get myself into trouble by fighting or calling names, but instead I’ll try to be as positive as I can be.

I was six, I knew that we couldn’t stay one place forever. That concept was foreign. Every few years my family and I were stationed to a new place, this time 45 minutes away. Of course, being the stubborn and impatient six year old I was, that seemed a light year away. I have never had friends that lasted over 3 years. Either they left, or I moved. This time, I left first. My friends were my world. I was happy. They were devastated to get the news of my departure. Tears were mixed with the “goodbyes”, and the occasional “I’ll never forget you”.

June 11, 2019; a very dark Wednesday, but also Marissa Fisher’s birthday. As we paraded throughout the halls of Fyvie High School singing “Happy Birthday” to her , then all of a sudden the announcements came on, and we heard our secretary, Ms. Marinate, scream a bloodcurdling cry. She cried out and put the school on lockdown under code red. All at once, the lights in the school turned a soft, faint reddish color, so we ducked into a deserted classroom in the south wing. There we found cover from the gunshots we heard outside. It sounded as if it was coming from somewhere in the west wing.

In order to create new opportunities for students and raise test scores, Principal Dev Patel and other faculty members have decided to separate the boys and girls at their high school. Although many students oppose the decision, the principal has made the right choice.

You've probably heard of a message in a bottle, but have you ever heard of the "Devils Message"? Probably not because it was a ridiculous game my brother, sister, and I came up with when we were bored. We played this game only a couple times but only when my cousin Maxx came to visit did we decide to record ourselves in the event that something funny would happen. The day started just like any other normal fall day. My cousin Maxx was visiting from Johnstown so we were looking for something to do. All of a sudden Joe got the bright idea to show Maxx Devils Message. We all got dressed and headed out for the swing set.

Sometimes there are books that are so hyped up that you just wonder if they're really all that good. Sometimes you find yourself disappointed, the only person out of your bookish friends who dislikes said book. Other times, you find yourself amidst the endless number of fangirls and fanboys, and you join them in shouting praises of the book off the nearest rooftop. For me, Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda was the latter.

2 a. I stereotyped my now best friend but a year ago stranger. We were both from the same sports conference, meaning that our high schools played against each other. By just looking at her she seemed to be normal, but was definitely a flirt. When seeing that it reminded me to what my friends and I always thought of that group of girls from her school, which was a Catholic school. We always thought those Catholic school girls were harlots ( I don't feel comfortable saying the actual words in this). So seeing this girl flirt with guys left and right, I though our assumption was correct. I acted like I wasn't into getting to know her. I tried to avoid her many times, which is very unlike me.

I have always wanted to understand how the world works and the best way for me to do that is to take everything apart. If I can get my hands on it I will teach myself about it; if it’s too large or expensive, I will learn from watching someone else. When I was little, the best toy I could get my hands on was Legos and my favorites were the technic series. They had all the moving parts with gears, pneumatics, and other mechanics, and I got to build them so I understood how everything worked. Technic was also the first step to understanding bigger things because they build the mechanical part as accurately as possible. This let me better understand the hidden parts like the moving pistons in the engine. On a more recent build I got to create a full

We did not have a hate relationship. She did not abuse me. We were just two separate people with their own lives and that was 100% coming from my side. I did not want my mother to bear so much responsibility or cast ultimate blame on herself if things go wrong in my life. I think she was in shock herself. The road passed silently beneath us driving home.

Growing up my mom was constantly instilling into my head to “Honour thy father and thy mother” which I find extremely challenging, for my drunken dad at least.

“Are you Indian or Pakistani? What’s the difference between Pakistani, Indian, or Arabian? They’re all the same.” These are common questions and statements that are said to me. Many people assume that there is no polarity between the many Asian ethnicities, but I am here to prove that that’s wrong and break the many stereotypes made about me and who I am as a person. You might think of me as an Indian or Pakistani girl. As an illustration, Asians are identified to have a brown like shade to their skin and a black dark hair, but on the inside, I am just like an average American girl liking many of the things that most American girls like. I am brown on the outside, representing my Asian ethnicity, but I am white on the inside, representing my everyday American self. Not a lot of people know that I am from