Personal Narrative: Becoming Myself

Growing up, I was ill and in the hospital frequently. Most of these instances were due to Crohn’s disease, but my first trip to the hospital had nothing to do with my stomach or immune system. For my eighth birthday I had gotten my ears pierced. I was extremely paranoid about the earring falling out and the hole closing up. This resulted in me forming a habit of pushing the backs of the earrings on as hard as I could. Eventually, I realized that I could no longer feel the backs of my earrings. I tried to take the earrings out to change them, but they would not come out of my ears. I decided that I wasn’t worried about it, because at least I knew they weren’t going to fall out. When I finally told my mom, she wasn’t able to get the earrings

Personal Identity is something I have never sat down and specifically thought about. Lucky for me, I have seldom had an instance where I was disadvantaged because of my identity. I assume that everyone has parts of themselves that they dislike-it is human nature, but we are who we are and I believe that everyone needs to be proud of that. The person I identify with is diverse from anyone else but that what makes humans so incredible. The person I classify with is someone who I am satisfied with in both my personal and professional self.

Identity is a very in depth topic that explores someone’s inner self, simply putting it; identity is what makes you the way that you are. I have honestly never pondered this question in such depth. So receiving this essay, it was bittersweet, I have never pondered this question before, but on the other hand, being the age that I am it is important to understand my identity so this is a good opportunity to do so. While pondering this question, I have found that my identity consists of different elements that contribute to who I am. These elements include my religion, my character traits, talents, environment, and my aspirations and my passions. These elements influence the choices I make that strengthen and broaden my identity.

My small gold hoop earrings have been a part of me for as long as I can remember. From the moment I was a baby my mom decided to do gender by piercing my ears (Lorber, 2013). To her it was a silent statement that distinguished my femininity. Everyone I would encounter from the moment my ears got pierced would know I was a female. I had no say on whether or not I wanted my ears pierced, my mother just took it upon herself to make sure I had it done. To this day, I still wear those earrings on my ears. They are no longer hooked in the original first holes that were punctured through my ear lobes without consent, but they now have a home on the second set of holes that were made, by choice.

My identity product is the card that was put in my baby’s bassinet when she was born. It is pink, it has hearts and stickers my daughter’s and I demographics.

My mom had a school fund for me that had a couple thousand in it for me in order to go to college because she knew she wouldn’t be able to afford it. My step dad who was British was going through immigration and they ran out of money to pay for their lawyer so they took my college fund and used it. My mom told me that a month before I started high school and I knew right then and there that I would have to work once I turned 16 and keep really high grades so that I could afford to go to college and one day become a nurse. Four months after I turned 16, I got a job at McDonald’s because it was close to the house and a very good first job in order to gain experience. I worked there until right after I graduated high school two years later. While

How do people become the writers they are? How do authors come up with such exhilarating things to write about? Where does their inspiration come from? Those are some of the most commonly asked questions aimed at successful authors. The most common people to ask those questions are the people who want to start writing their own stories. I know because I was once asking those same questions. So I decided to cut the rope that tied me down and travel into the world of wonder and mystery........my dreams. Thats where I got most of my inspiration for my books. So one night I had such an intense dream I couldn't stop thinking about it. Than I had an epiphany! I would start my own dream journal. As I filled my journal more

It began when my first grade teacher started reading time, and my friend and I went to the back of the classroom. We did this to joke around and mess with each other without getting caught. This act resulted in us finding a box of beans that we then started putting in each other’s ears. This went on for a little bit till then he put one in my ear and it wouldn’t come out. When it would just fall out like the other ones I knew I was in trouble and I quickly asked to go to the nurse. After they checked in my ear they called my mom. Who was freaking out the whole time, while I sat and they tried to pull it out of my ear. When they tried to pull I screamed at the top of my lungs in sheer pain. After trying three doctors and many techniques to get it out. They had to finally put me to sleep and get it out. When I woke up they told me that I had lost hearing in my right ear by a slight amount and that I wouldn’t be able to hear the same. Now from that day on I have scar tissue in my ear that makes my right ear as effective as my

The summer following my senior year in high school, I was called to serve in the, “Virginia Richmond Mission,” for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. It was anticipated that I would serve for a period of eighteen months. This was a voluntary decision: one that would require I leave my home, family, and loved ones behind to focus all my time and efforts on serving others and sharing the good word of God. I knew that this experience would have a huge impact on my life and help me to build my character.

I’m an only child that has moved a decent amount in her lifetime. I was born in a small city near the Polish-Ukrainian border called Przemysl. After a few years, my family moved to Krakow, and I later spent a while with my grandmother in her village, Narol. In the middle of kindergarten, I moved from Poland to Northbrook, Illinois, and attended school there for two years. I later moved to Chicago Ridge, and just last year in August, I moved to Hickory Hills. Last year was my first year at Stagg, and I enjoyed it a great deal. For my freshman year I attended Richards. Moving after just becoming familiarized with Richards put me out of my comfort zone sophomore year and I had to talk to a lot of people to try to make friends. For this reason,

A majority of people I have spoken to despise running; the activity inducing a great deal of pain and wasting time are common reasons I hear. For me however, running has always been a part of my identity and it shaped me as the person I am today. Whether it comes to intense races or exciting games of tag, I feel a part of me glistens with joy whenever I put on my running shoes and get my feet moving. My interest from running goes all the way back from elementary school.

Growing up in America with Taiwanese-American parents has shaped my life and my personality. In Georgia there are little to no areas with Taiwanese influences and culture. Therefore when we were younger, my sister and I went to school together in an area where there weren’t many Asian families residing.

In this essay, I will be talking about some of my characteristics and answering the question of who am I?

“Sam, you have cancer” Dr. Kimmel told me with a tone that absorbed all of the energy in me like a black hole. I could feel all the happiness I once had slowly drain from me mentally, and I knew the physical part of me soon would start to fade. My family stood there in complete shock, soon after, my wife fell to her knees and filled the room with tears. My mind was racing, I lost all sense of who I was because I felt as if it didn't matter since I was going to die anyways. I didn't just have cancer, I had stage 4 brain cancer and nothing I could do, or anyone, would fix this. I knew it was bad when the MRI scans showed a massive tumor within my center of my head. My Stereotactic brain biopsy showed the cells were abnormal

When i was looking at my transcript and remembering the courses and the teachers, i found out that my transcript say a lot about who i am. It mainly reflects how i think.