Personal Narrative: Go Off The Grid

One thing that does not interest me anymore is going outside. I used to always love going outside but not anymore that is like the top uninterested thing i'm into rite now. When i was a kid i loved going outside, after i got older i only go outside on the daily-bases now that i'm more mature.When i get in trouble my parents make me go outside for my punishment. Outside is just not interested to me

Every since I came to this city I have been feeling like a stranger. It is difficult to leave your hometown, what you are used to, and go to some weird city you have never been to before.

Week one has passed by quickly! I think this week was very successful and I can say that I have learned many new things. This week has been an experience for me learning things about the business world. I am not a business major so I was not expecting to take these classes. I was assigned them, but have found them very beneficial. As I read through the first couple of chapters I read things I had heard before. This was a good thing that I could put the information with the terms I had heard previously.

Much of my life I have been an outsider. One could not tell this by solely looking at my life. I have a well-established friend group and was Prom Queen on top of that. I am also an officer of various clubs, which could not happen if I was disliked by my peers. If one looked closely, and had an almost omnipresent view of my life, they would see that despite these accomplishments, I have wandered through much of my life feeling alone.

My whole life I’ve felt like an outsider. When I was younger dealing with a learning disability, I have had a hard time making and keeping friends even to this day. I struggle with being a follower instead of a leader. My own adoptive father verbally abused me growing up and I also had kids in fifth-sixth grade who constantly bullied me. I still am reminded of an instance when the first day of fifth grade approached: I got on the bus and these older girls started making fun of my pants saying, “She’s wearing high-waters.” I was humiliated in front of my peers every day since than during those two years. After being bullied for so long I made a vow to myself to never forget the pain inflicted upon me on a daily basis.

Get me out of here. I know something is about to happen, I feel it in my gut. It's a setup for failure, really. A party at an estranged house on the edge of the city full of nothing but intoxicated and incapacitated teens. Something is bound to go down. I started to think of ways to get out without just bluntly saying it.

”Yes, I think that it would be in our best interest after what with your father.”

I am the outsider. I attended beginner sailing camp with my brother, Kent. I had never stepped foot on a sailboat while my brother had sailed since the previous fall. He knew all the instructors because they were fellow high school sailors. I was in a whole different world: the sailing world. New terms like “line” instead of “rope” was being drilling into my head. All instructors and Kent continuously said, “There is no rope on a boat, only line.” The bonding of Kent and the high school instructors made me jealous and envious of their relationship. At that time I was the outsider, who knew nothing about sailing.

Freedom: the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or resistance, that is what we don’t have right now. Our lives have been hard,we are often tempted to give up and not press forward, but we are not quitters, all of us together are going to fight until we have moved on.My poor family will be Britain’s slaves if our American troops do not try. All of our colonies sleep together snuggled in a little cabin like hut , it is not the perfect little dreamhouse, all snuggled up together in a warm, comfortable bed, no, we did it the harder way.

I get down on all fours and relax my whole body, my bones begin to crack. Unlike most wolves, where it stops hurting awhile after your first shift. Mine shift didn't. It still hurts even though it has been six years (No. Our cloths they don't rip, and no. Don't ask me where they go)

There are only two options in the ocean: sink or swim. America operates the same way - either you make it or you don’t. 6 years ago my family was introduced to the foster care system and I met my sisters. We were warned how “troublesome” girls could be and their behaviors, medication why they were being placed into our home. It seems as if all their lives they received the short even of the stick but not when it came to living with us. We didn’t want them to drown in the system.

My mom worked two jobs because we didn’t have a lot of money, she was a single mother raising up three kids. When my mom would come from work she was tired so she would sleep for about four hours then she would wake up and go to her other job. Being the oldest girl meant that all the chores that needed to be done were my responsibility, cleaning the house and keeping things organized was my job. There was a time that my mom came back from work and I didn’t think she even notice that the little place we lived in was clean because she was to tired to notice. The day after she realized what had done, when she came home she had a cake so I wonder what was the deal behind that. She told me that the cake was for me for being a great daughter.

How does one define their identity? What are the most important things in life to you? Many cannot answer this question. It’s a problem many people face and try to find a solution to. Everyone is born into different cultures, families and even communities, but how we define our identity is from our personal attributes, our skills and abilities that we possess and even our interests and hobbies. If there’s something about you that you believe defines you in a big way, this could be considered your identity. Our identities are a complex interworking of genetics, our cultural and familial upbringing, spirituality, social circles, personal choice and taste, our community, as well as many other traits. I have an identity that specifically pertains to me. It’s been forming ever since the day I’ve been born and

What to be when no one feels, What to do when no one cares, Like a homeless person without any meals, Like a storyteller without any tales, What many people fail to understand, That kindness and hate go hand in hand, They don’t understand what to be, Because ugliness is all they see, Life without hate, life without love, It’s like a sign from above, I don’t know what to do, Except to feel loved and hated by you, The sun may falter, the moon be changed,

As a child, my environment changed a few times. I was born in the United States but my parents were hispanic so I lived in Mexico up until I was around six. It was a cozy atmosphere back then since violence wasn’t a prominent thing ten years ago. As soon as my sister was on her way however, my parents decided to move us officially to America. It was not bad at all in Mexico and it definitely shows in pictures and videos that I was a very happy child even if I don’t fully remember most of it. Once in the United States, however, a lot changed. I’ve always been a positive person by nature 98% of the time, so moving at first wasn’t something bad. I was very happy with where we lived and how our house looked, but the actual going to school and making