Personal Narrative: How The Furry Fandom Has Changed My Life

My life was suddenly changing right before one of the biggest changes: high school. I had more things to worry about than other high schoolers. I had to figure out how I was going to get home, how I was going to get the house clean before my mom got home, how I was going to get dinner started, all on top of getting my homework done. Due to this, I wasn’t as serious with my grades. I let them fall even though I knew I could do better. I was just way too busy to focus on school when there were more important things to focus on- my family. I slowly found out how to balance everything to get my grades up. I had to learn how to balance my life to make myself happy while keeping up my

When I was a child, most of the stories or situations I have been through was, mostly, my dad hitting me and my parents fighting constantly; so pretty much I did not really grew up watching Barney, traveling to places, and going to Disneyland often. I thought I would have to live like this for the rest of my academic life, but one day around the age of eight, my dream came true. My parents had enough of each other, so they went their own ways; even though, I was glad that I do not have to life miserably anymore, I was not. I thought that everything would settle down and live a calm life with my mom, but as a result, I ended up raising my two siblings. My dad left the house, my mom was in her own world, and I had to watch my siblings. I thought my parents divorce would benefit me, but all it did was for me to not live as an eight-year-old would. I thought that my dream of going to a great university and becoming a Physician Assistant came crashing down. A couple weeks later, my dad came back and long-story short, my siblings and I had to go hang out with my dad for

My life flipped for the better once I left the 8th grade, it was finally summer time and I was ready for it. But deep down I knew once summer was over high school here I come. I won't even lie, I was terrified to start as a freshman in high school. All of the rumors that I heard with baby freshman day, and all the stuff they do to freshmens on the first day of school. To be honest I was really nervous, instead of a couple butterflies in my stomach I had the whole family flying around. But once the first day of high school came up all those rumors that everyone was telling me was actually a lie. High school wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. As my freshman year went on a lot of doors opened up for me, there were sports, clubs, new people to me, everything you could possible think of. I didn't really get into sports as much as all of my friends, I was more into video games and playing outside in the woods just adventuring finding old vintage things and old buildings and all of the beautiful views. My freshman year wasn't really too special, I was too busy figuring out what everything was and where everything was located at. Then my sophomore year came along this is where I started to get the foundation of high school and blend in. everything kinda went downhill I made good grades don't get wrong, it's just I never showed up which I regret miserably. Once I got to my junior year everything is still constantly changing, a lot more people know of me. I was never

In the past year, a lot has changed for me. I lost a grandfather to cancer, then a month later an uncle to a gruesome semi accident. My grandmother on the other side of the family barely remembers me due to alzheimer's, and my mom lost her job but is now working over 1300 miles away in Florida. If someone would have asked me at the start of my Junior year what I expected to happen, I wouldn’t have listed any of those. As anticipated, it was not easy dealing with a downfall of events like that, but the way I was raised helped me cope with it all. I started out at a small private school, where Religion was just as important as Math and English. How we were to act was drilled into us, and after I switched to public school, there was a noticeable

However, my junior year also held some troubles for me. In October, my cousin had a stroke and passed away. Visiting her in the hospital and attending her funeral brought back unresolved issues I had from my brother’s death in 2010. I didn't know how to cope, so I fell into a deep depression. I had no energy; it was like my brain wouldn’t let me do anything I used to enjoy. I stopped playing the piano after having played for ten years. I loved to run, but I stopped completely. I didn’t have the energy for either.

Sometimes, life doesn’t quite turn out the way you want it to, no matter how hard you try, so you have to learn to roll with the punches. That was how I felt when, in the summer of 2016, my mom decided we would be getting a dog. For the longest time, my sister had been for getting a dog, and this news delighted her to no end. They thought a Golden Retriever would be the best dog for us. I, however, was not with them on the idea. I wanted to spend my time doing things that I wanted to do, not looking after a dog. I knew a dog would be a lot of responsibility.

Sometimes I feel lonely. You can have tons of people by you but still feel like you have you have no one around. But my dog is like my best friend. I know that even though animals can’t talk he knows how I feel. His name is Max and is a Teacup Yorkie. It was seventh grade. The last track meet and I didn’t know that I was getting a new dog but we did talk about getting a new dog. Before that I had a girl Teacup Yorkie who we called Diamond. We was playing in the yard and Diamond went to start running and a car ran her over. I was hurt. I thought I would never want to have a dog again. My mom kept looking for dogs and we couldn’t find one that looked like Diamond because I wanted a Teacup Yorkie and they were very hard to find. But

When I was 10 years old,my sister Jenelle died of brain cancer at 23 years old. I wanted to have a relationship with her and I knew that we could have had an amazing one. I wanted to grow older with her and my younger sister,as the group of friends that we all were. I have been diagnosed with depression at the start of highschool,and I was always deep down depressed not only with her passing,but with all the bullying that I had to face. Ever since I found a group of friends,I have been able to cope with my feelings and I have been successful. College was a hard transition for me managing all the time for myself and balancing the classes. Thankfully I have been doing alright,and I want to keep going so I can make my family proud.Lastly,instead of being a handful I feel like I can be

I was eleven years old when my world crumbled to pieces as a side effect of depression. Although I was able to force myself to look happy on the outside, my depression and thoughts of suicide ate away at all the skills that allowed me to function in life. I was left unmotivated, unenergized, and wanting to disappear. Out of the 180 day school year my freshman year, I attended only 80 of those days. I was unable to live and achieve the future everyone thought I was capable of having. It took countless hours in therapy, support from teachers, counselors, and family, and a will to continue pushing forward when it seemed impossible. Yet like the lotus flower, I bloomed from the bottom of a muddy pool, breaking through the surface ready to take in the sun.

My sister and I have always been huge geeks together, we both like anime, comics, cartoons, and sci-fi films. We have always bonded that way through those things. When I was a sophomore my sister thought it would be a really cool idea to take me to this big convention in Raleigh called Animazement. Usually at conventions you take your interests and bring them to life with cosplaying. My sister and I decided to do Sailor moon and Chibiusa, a big sister and little sister duo costume. She worked so hard on our outfits, I worked on the little details and cleaned up the wigs. When we finally got to the convention it was extremely intimidating because of the crowd of people. At the time I had severe social anxiety, but when we got into our costumes

Losing friends, meeting new people, first job, first car, boyfriend, getting my license. Throughout the last four years of high school I’ve experienced a lot of new things and learned a lot on the way. I remember walking into school on the first day of freshman year; I was thinking that these are going to be a very long couple of years. I was wrong; these past four years have gone by so fast, so I guess my dad was right when he said they’d fly by.

Hi, I’m Melanie, and I was raised very differently compared to other families. Down here in L.A It’s very strange having your mom leave you home alone for 12 hours every day. It’s actually not all bad having a dog that you have grown up with. My dog is a Yorkie and her original name is Angelette, but I call her Angel. It always felt weird being around Angel, I always got this strange vibe every time I looked into her eyes. My great grandmother gave me this on my 1th birthday. Looking back in the past makes me wonder what happen to my dad and why he ran away when I was 3 years old, said my mom. But you never know each person always has a different story to their part.I have one main friend and her name is Cassie. We have known each other since

You can never truly know how, or when, your life will change. I can still remember the day that mine did like it was yesterday. You see, if you would have mentioned the name Simon to any of my classmates back then, they would have told you that they didn’t know me. That’s mainly because I was always the quiet and self conscience child at school. I didn’t really enjoy speaking out, but I did always love giving. I loved helping out those who didn’t have much and I valued peace over everything. And most of all, I always saw the good in people. However, that one single incident changed me forever. To this day I can still hear the blowing of Ralph’s conch, every time that I wake up. I can also still remember how scared I was, how

Life before graduation was a struggle for me. I lived in a home that seemed to bring me nothing but pain and anger. I watched someone close to me die little by little every day. I did not live a normal childhood because I was a

I remember when I was 11 years old and my dog, Happy, was sick with cancer. Since the moment we rescued Happy he was the sweetest, most energetic pet I had ever seen. He remained this way over the many years that we had him, hence, his name. I remember the day we decided it was time to let go. We took Happy to the veterinarian clinic and were taken into a little room. All four of us, my brother, my parents, and I, huddled around Happy as he was lying on the counter. The veterinarian gave us some time to spend with him alone and say our goodbyes. When she returned she asked if we were ready and gave him an injection that would take him away from this world forever. Happy was euthanized due to his illness. As terribly