Personal Narrative: I Am Autonomously

My identity can be defined by moments in my life. Moving to Canada, learning English and going to high school are three major moments in my life. Going through these experiences have changed the person in me and made me more confident, stronger, better in everything.

What is identity? The definition as a person’s own sense of whom they are, which their past define them. Identity is very important in our society, no matter your social status. I can attach identity to belonging to something or place. As human race, we feel the need to belong to a group or place. Because belonging to a group or place, give us the sense of identity.

Identity is a complex ideal that everyone struggles with. Consequently, people often will not act as who they are due to a fear of being ridiculed. To me this is such a ridiculous time waster, instead this time people waste on being someone else could be used for much more meaningful memories. Society makes people feel like they have to fit a mold, yet I personally have learned from my dad that it is a necessity of life to accept who you are.

When it comes to what separates me from other teenagers, there would be quite a bit to tell. I would say a major difference which separates me from my peers is my love for barbershop harmony music. I do not have a quartet of my own; however, I love to sing barbershop tags with other friends at church. I set myself apart from the world because of my beliefs: as a New Testament christian, I believe the bible gives us all instruction concerning spiritual matters.

Culture and identity are inextricably linked concepts. Identity is formed by your culture and in turn your identity shapes the respective cultures of the groups you identify with. I belong to many different cultural groups, and my identity is a complex web of competing and conflicting beliefs, experiences, and characteristics. My identity is not only complex, but also dynamic, as the experiences I have change who I am.

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.

Identity is what I believe the thing that makes up all human beings. Everybody has an identity, some just aren't as brisk to comprehend what it is or what it means. Identity is generally what someone's traits make up and in my case, I believe I am benevolent, venturesome, and optimistic. Some of the qualities I consider myself to have are not what I would have considered myself to be last year. I believe life lessons that someone undergoes can change their identity and the way they come off drastically.

It’s Monday, March 15 1943. Each day just gets harder, more people start getting sent to execution camps or how my parents tell my little brother, “a place that needs more workers.” I’m scared for the day it’s my parents getting called to leave, or my little bother, Ash. I know things will start to become stricter due to the Resistance fighters, me being one of them, which have been trying to get through the Muranowska Pokorna Wall. The number of German soldiers to barricade walls has increased. With the hundreds of us that attempted to escape through the wall, I was lucky I wasn’t killed and was able to get away without the Germans knowing I was part of the resistance. I know my family couldn’t handle losing me now. Both my parents are weak and they know that there time to be sent to the concentration camps is coming soon. I just hope it’s me who leaves before them. I don’t think I could take care of ash on my own. I don’t think I could make the situation we’re in seem any better than how it really is. He’s seven years old, but he’s had to grow up a lot faster than most seven year olds his age, everybody in Warsaw has. Tonight was the last night I will be staying in Warsaw, or at least that is what I am hoping for. It took a lot for my family to understand my decision to be part of the resistance. But they respect my choice now. I know it is selfish, and I know it won’t be easy. But I can’t hide anymore, I can’t wait around to be killed. I want to fight back even if it means maybe leaving behind the thing I love most in the world. The fights are

What is identity? Identity to me is how someone views themselves as well as how they

I am a white American female. Another term that can be used to describe my race is caucasian. Some characteristics that come with my race include a fair skin tone and naturally light colored hair. I do not think that anyone can truly be a “pure” race because family trees expand genetically within multiple races, especially in current times. People of all races are reproducing and creating a more mixed environment than ever before.

Its a well known fact that all players of a baseball team have a nickname. Well all except for me. It started in the dreaded On Deck Circle. Just the name of it makes my bones shake to the bottom of my cleats, It’s the worst part of baseball. Just standing there totally and completely helpless. Trapped until the batter either gets out or gets a hit. Only then can you escape the confines of the white chalk.

independent by sundry people and I like to think of myself as so. I express

About me: I’ve lived in South Florida all of my life, specifically going back and forth between Miami-Dade county and Broward County. My Mom emigrated from Nicaragua and my dad was raised by North Carolinians which makes for very interesting holiday meals-for Christmas we had Vigorón and Sweet Potato Casserole. I can be persistent if I really, really want something; my mom wouldn't allow me to get a dog so I spent a year taking care of a plush toy in the fifth grade. The good news is that she finally allowed me to adopt Bella, my maltese-a disclaimer: I was eleven-named after the Twilight series (if I had gotten her a year later, I might have named her Katniss, which would be sort of awkward for a dog). I’m still deciding what I want to “be”.

Even though I got caught going against religious beliefs, morals, and values taught to me since I was able to process and understand what exactly was being said to me, I now feel a relief that I took a stand for myself and understand what I personally believe in as an individual.

I was born and raised in Iran, and left to US when I was 26 not knowing a soul here. Back in Iran, the social and conventional context of country wouldn’t expect and accept unpredicted traits from young females such as living alone or solo traveling. Therefore, I used to be the one that my loved ones were always concerned about. My adventures began immediately after I moved out of my parents’ to live alone at 17. To me, I was challenging the status quo to live an authentic life. But, others called me “stubborn” and considered my solo travels as “wrong” or “stupid”. As a result all the spontaneous road trips and serendipitous friendships remained my little secret stories of years lived in Tehran. Finishing school and starting a career enabled