Personal Narrative: Confidence Shapes Who You Are

When I was in third grade my teacher assigned us to write a book titled “All About Me” and just about every word was spelled incorrectly. I remember my teacher reading it and asking what word I was trying to spell out and I got upset. I felt like I could not spell anything I was trying to write, put things into the right words, or into the correct order. However, in seventh grade my writing changed when my English teacher assigned us a paper to write about a book the class was assigned to read. My writing had improved, but still had its problems. My English teacher always told me that there is no such thing as a perfect paper. After he read my rough draft, he handed it back to me and there were red marks all over it, so I went home and fixed

I left everything behind and refused to go back. I left the one thing I wanted the most, but found the one thing I needed, freedom. My dark cloud of regret was behind me as I entered my salvation, Amsterdam. I entered the gates of Amsterdam and saw a multitude of smiling faces and entered the light. I had no recollection of how I got there, but I knew he wasn’t here I could feel it. I was finally free and I walked through the golden gates knowing I could start over.

My biggest regret is that I quit gymnastics. I thought I was going to do cheer but I ended up not doing it because of my family being so busy. I wish I hadn’t quit gymnastics because now I can’t to many things that I used to do like a back-walkover and the splits (left, middle, and right). If I could go back to the day I said I wanted to quit I would and I wouldn’t have said anything to my mom about quitting. Even though going to gymnastics right after school was rough I enjoyed it. I liked being able to come home and show everyone what I learned that day and doing little routines. I also liked having contests with my sister because I knew I would win since I practiced everyday. Since I did competitive gymnastics I had meets on Saturdays and

When I started Unity High School I felt a little nervous because I didn't knew nobody in the school. In the begging of the first class I was quit and I didn´t talk to noone. I also didn't knew nobody in the class so I could tell them if they could help me on the problem that I need help. I was shy to talk to the teachers and and answer question or ask them for help when I needed help. During lunch time I just knew one person that came from my middle school. So I just hand out with him most the time. But, then weeks and months past I began to have more friends and I was not shy or nervous to ask for help in class. I wanted to join the soccer team of the school but I was to nervous to do it. But, now I know that I´m going to join the soccer team

Everyone on earth is defined by their core beliefs. It’s what makes us all individuals, what separates us from the others. It wasn’t until I was talking with my friend Sean in 8th grade that I started to realize that one of my core beliefs, something I was taught growing up, may not be my own belief.

His intriguing personality facinated and distracted me from the problem at hand; he could be dangerous. I should have known not to trust someone I didnt know to much about. I tried calling the police but signal was lost and all I heard was “Sorry, call was unavailable”. The cops were no help being out of reach. Being in a very obscure cabin away from the greater populous, nobody could hear me if I were to use a gun or more elaberate way to kill this conspicuous man. I knew deep down, something was wrong because it was obvious by the way he was acting. When I went to grab a knife, it wasnt as accessible as I thought. I could not obtain the knife because I wasn’t in reach of the table that it was on, a few feet further than expected, causing

So far I have planned out what I wanted to do in my head and tried to accomplish my vision using gimp. Iv explored filters and colour to create images that are pleasing to the eye. I've tried to refine the things i have had trouble with in the past to improve my skills. Iv challenged myself by using different tools than i normally would. The first Photo mini I tried to create was a composition of different eyes I thought it would be interesting to attempt a gif to create a blinking effect. In my opinion the photo mini would look better with more than the few eyes I used but I found it difficult to find eyes that looked like they were opening online so I got a classmate to let me take there photo to achieve the eyes I wasn't able to find

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.

After an extremely busy week of meticulously, some would say obsessively, preparing last minute details for our senior trip departing tomorrow (Sunday), I finally had time to "take five," The Five Factor Personality Model test. I am every pollster's, polygraph administrator's (not that I have had occasion to take one), or personality tester's worst nightmare. I tend to obsess over the nuances of every word. I chalk it up to a desire to be compulsively honest about who I am, both to myself and others. So as I answered the questions, I was often telling myself "on the one hand you're this, and on the other you're that." By the way, it is reassuring to note that, according to a recent study (Bruehlman-Senecal, Ayduk, & Kross, 2014, p. 304)﷟HYPERLINK "http://www.citefast.com/", talking to oneself isn't necessarily crazy; when used introspectively, it can actually improve how a person, thinks, feels and behaves in socially stressful situations, such as signing up for

Another regret is treating people with disrespect, never did I think I was really hurting people with words. I regret not going out for sports when I know I had 100% support from my parents.

Blemishes, flaws, insecurities. They are ubiquitous. For me, my biggest imperfection was my lack of organization. From kindergarten through high school, I would constantly have my belongings scattered across my house. My family nickname was unkempt Tanvi. Amazingly, I managed to never miss homework assignments and important events. However, I soon realized my success was impermanent.

Perhaps my story is different than Gomez’s story, but the feeling of inferiority I experienced was almost the same. However, I didn’t have negative images of myself like Gomez and his group had " It’s clear now that we entered the contest with negative images of ourselves."(Gomez 204) I entered this challenge with a positive image of myself, and I didn’t ever feel a shame or in less rank than anyone. I knew before I started that job that I could face huge challenge. This positive attitude helped me find out a lot about myself, and my ability to deal with insulting situations. I entered that world with receiving offensive sights and remarks, and left it with earning a lot of respect and honor.

The previous year I made a special person feel good about their day eventhough she was being bullied. It had all began when she transfered to my school, she had so many worries in her mind that she was afraid to socialize with other people because she was afraid to get judged. The days passed by, then weeks and eventually months and you would still see Charisma not socializing with anyone at all that seemed very odd to me. I had a very strange feeling because I didn't know what was going on; all I knew at tht very moment was that she just never talked to anyone. That was it I was about done with that fishy situation that was going on. However, every time that I would try to communicate with Charisma she would always walk away or say that everything was "Okay" or "I have to go to class" but she couldn't fool me anymore. I started to take action by weirdly

That is, until I was nine and fainted at the sight of my own blood when I cut my finger.