Personal Narrative: Growing Up In The City Of Norms

Being the new kid, in a school where it is easy to be another face in the crowd, is hard. During my first few years of high school, I didn't attend converse as I have nearly my entire life. I was enrolled in Parkway, a school in Bossier. The school was so much bigger than what I was used to and I felt overwhelmed. I was lost as to where to go the first two weeks since each class was on a different floor and hallway. My classes were so difficult, too! I was used to testing high scores, with little to no effort. There, was another story. I was average. In my honor classes, I was so behind on what I needed to know, and the teachers were going a mile per minute. Their tone of voice could make you feel stupid for even asking a single question on a difficult problem. I didn't necessarily dislike any of them, but I did have my favorite teacher.

Growing up as a child the youngest of five siblings raised by a single mother from the south side of Chicago, Illinois I experienced many obstacles that I had to overcome daily as a child at a very early age. Chicago has one of the highest murder rates in the United States. The environment I grew up in was very detrimental filled with drugs and violence on every corner. My neighbors were drug dealers and drug addicts who were constantly fighting all the time. My mother worked two jobs full time seven days a week to maintain the household and financial responsibilities. At times I would sell chips, candy and juice in front of stores to make money so that I could help my mother pay the bills and I’d often have to take care of my sick grandmother

Growing up I experienced the classic suburban childhood. I was lucky enough to never have to worry about issues beyond my middle-school universe.

I grew up in North Philadelphia and growing up there has shaped me into the person I am today. I was always an out of the box kid, who randomly liked to break-dance and feed strays on the street due to my love for animals. I just wasn’t into boys like I was into Pokemon or Ninja Turtles. The boys didn’t like that, so that caused me to get beat up every day until my older cousins walked me to school. My friends and I witnessed things that we thought were normal until we were told otherwise. From watching people get locked up, seeing white stuff in small ziplocks, and to a shot coming through my window as I baked a cake. My friends gave me great memories from playing in the hydrate water, to summer camp, and to the block parties. Due to what

Here in Boston, I did have to be forced to do the work. I myself manage my time and that took me to do better in my work and lifestyle. I learn how to speak English in one mouth, something that surprised my sins English wasn't my first languish that I spoke. I learned how to code in several different computer languages, including HTML(Hypertext Markup Language), Python, and C++, and planning to learn another call binary code!. Being in Boston, things were much better because in the US there are laws and programs like ABCD that help support children and prevent physical abuse. Her I have the thing that I did have to support me into success. Now I have built mine own in passways to succeed, greatness in this country full of opportunity and

China or Korea, the Japanese developed Confucianism in a radical way. As Paramore (2016: 17) argues: "Confucianism was not a pre-packaged formula that arrived in a pre-prepared and already formed Japan. Confucianism in Japan was rather part of the process that formed the early Japanese state itself, and conversely, these processes of state formation also helped to shape the particular early Japanese manifestation of Confucianism." While Confucianism was all-encompassing in Chinese and Korean societies, the Japanese de-axialised Confucianism which gave it its character. Furthermore, because Confucianism was de-axialised, it did not transform the existing social and political structures in Japanese society (Eisenstadt, 1996; Macfarlane, 2007).

Being able to keep an open mind even in the face of something that is completely new to you is a difficult feat to accomplish for some, including myself. I am a naturally curious person, but also come from a town where there is not much diversity so any sort of deviation from the “norm” has always piqued my interest. One of the most enlightening experiences I have had was as a student in high school when I joined the gay straight alliance club and one of the guests they brought in was transexual. This was the first time I had been exposed to someone who identified in that category and I was interested and unsure of how I would react to meeting this person.

Parents should monitor their children’s use of cell phones and social media because you never know what kind of people are spying or stalking their child or children. There are all sorts of social media, for example Facebook,Twitter,Instagram,Snapchat,Musically and other kinds, people are always on the internet.There could also be inappropriate stuff that the kids should not see or learn.Big older kids use very bad language when they are on social media.The kids could also be hacked or be stalked by strangers. Other kids can get bullied for not having a phone or social media.Another bad thing that can happen is that the kids can get kidnapped.

Marijuana as medicine is a theory saying that the highly addictive drug can be used to dull pain and even help other illnesses such as aids and cancer. The fact that marijuana can be used as medicine is a very controversial theory that many contradict.

Is usual to hear people associating common behaviors from a cultural background to how they expect an individual to act and react to certain situations. So I was really curious to see the results of the self-assessment comparing me to my cultural profile. I was born in Venezuela, and I lived there for most of my life, for that reason I wasn’t really surprised when my answers were almost the same to my cultural norm. The dimensions that I’m most similar to are in leading, trusting, disagreeing, evaluating, and persuading. In “leading”, the scale measures between egalitarian and hierarchical, and my cultural norm and individual answer is more hierarchical than egalitarian. Also, in “trusting” Venezuelans (including me) are definitely a relationship based society, where trust is built by affective connection, for example is very common that most of the business partnerships in Venezuela are made between friends and family rather than with individuals with

As the weather in the Mile High City grew worse, I was in a mood...but not the mood you would be if you won the lottery. It was perhaps a mood you would be in if you lost a championship game.I was moving...AGAIN! This was NOT exciting. I had to move from one side of America to the other side and back again.I had to move from New Jersey to Colorado and I was not happy. Obviously,I am not happy now!I had to lose all my friends, it was tragic. I didn’t want to pack everything again and go to the other side of America..Virginia Beach. This was so frustrating! I had to leave all my friends and teachers who encouraged me to do many things.It was also hard for my brother who had say good bye to his best friend and meet new friends.But,at the same

Growing up in a diverse society the concept of race really does not exist. Obviously different races exist but people were not seen by the way they looked. People honestly looked past one’s race and looked at the person's character instead. This was the way I try to be. I say try because once I moved to Midlothian Texas my mind set started to shift from looking at someone's character rather than their race to looking at someone's race and then their character.

As I walked down the school hallway, Caleb passed me. We exchanged a glance, but nothing else. Caleb was not one to disobey any rules. I, on the other hand, chose wich dumb rules to break. Whenever I was alone and had the chance, I broke the ‘Dumb Rules’.These included not running in the hallway. I never got caught, because all the rule breaking was done when there was no one around. That was the kind of thing I did. Along with small pranks and practical jokes, I wanted to be a hero, and loved dogs. The dog loving part was more instinctive, but the superhero part was learned. My uncle had died in 9 / 11 on the twin towers while fighting the fires. I watched all the superhero movies like Superman, to know when the chance to be a hero came. I even dreamed about it every day! Saving someone from some greater evil was the basic theme. But the chance never appeared. Now 12 years old, I still wanted to be a hero, but never seemed to find the chance.

Eighteen years ago Julie Carol Parton (my loving mother) and Ric Parton (my inspirational father) brought Logan Parton (that's me) into this unique and vastly changing world. Little did I know that one day I was going to set immensely challenging goals to achieve. I grew up in a small town, near the corner of Indiana, known as Vevay. For the early portions of my life I lived on a middle sized farm with my family. There always was two different perspectives within our household. On one side of the house there was my father and my oldest sister Christina, and on the other side was my mother and my middle sister Melisa. The perspective that my father and oldest sister shared was that they both felt the want to make money and move away from Vevay, on the other side my mother and middle sister had the mindset of wanting to be farmers and

I’m seventeen now, it’s been three years since dally died. Me, Darry, and Soda, decided to move away after that, try and avoid the heat. I've been in Chicago for a while now and I've gotten good at city living. It’s real hard gettin money though, Darry got a job as a carpenter, and Sodapop’s just been exploring the new streets. He’s pretty popular in his new gang, we all miss the old crew and all but it was for the best that we got as far away as possible. I've dropped out of school and I mostly just stick around with soda and the gang, but right now, I’m just trying to enjoy a nice nap. “Pony. Pony get up”