Personal Narrative: I Am I M Color Blue

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.

“Connor, mom and I are going to make breakfast without dairy for you in about 15 minutes. We’ll need to leave our house at noon since we need to be there by 1:00 P.M.,” my dad claimed. After knowing this, I got a glass of refreshing ice water, went into my family room, and I took my usual spot on our couch to watch some television. I knew I was nervous, but I didn’t want that to conquer my success. Once I was settled in, my siblings came stampeding into the family room.

When the two men went to the same car dealership to see who would be helped in a decent manner, the salesman of the same racial descent as the African American tester, Glenn, was completely ignored. The white American tester, John, got help within the first few seconds of browsing from the same African American salesman that ignored Glenn (Harvey 1991). I was also surprised that Glenn was assumed to be attempting to commit a crime when browsing the record store, despite no obvious suspicious acts (Harvey 1991). Even when the two show the same need for assistance inside a store or in a parking lot, Glen was always ignored. Even the prices of items John asked about almost doubled when Glenn asked. Furthermore, when interviewed for job positions Glenn got lectured upon laziness, being late, and drug abuse, despite the preference on race over a criminal background (Pager 2007). Lastly, I was surprised they didn’t see who would be more likely to get help or hired in an inner city.

I am (F/N) (L/N). I go to Harry Herpson Community College. I’m Majoring in astronomy, the study of space, stars, and outer space planets. I’m really big on the whole interdimensional space beings and such. But currently my studies are at a hult because of some dumbass, who decided to drag me along on one of their motherfucking adventure. How did this happen? Well that would have to be first moment I fucking met Rick MOTHERFUCKING Sanchez!

Cathy’s idea that its okay to be a late bloomer felt like an incredibly Grinnellian notions. While reasonable, I feel that it is used as an excuse for not making something out of your life and education, and I take issue with this. I understand that I am judging from a place of privilege, having never attempted to find work post-grad myself, however I simply cannot understand how individuals can “throw away” their education in this fashion. There are countless job opportunities out there, and while they may not fully encapsulate exactly what you want in your career, they do represent something else: the experience that is necessary to succeed. It felt to me like the majority of the Creative Careerists who spoke to us understood this, yet a

When I get ready for baseball, I do it slowly so I won't overlook or forget anything . First, I find my navy blue jersey with a big bright red "A" on the chest area. Then, I put my sliding shorts that's padded all inside on so it won't hurt when I slide. I grab my long white baseball pants that look like sweatpants, put them on to protect my legs, and zip them up. It's a different type of material that feels soft . Next, I put my rose red belt on and tuck my shirt in. After that, I place my navy blue cap on top of my head, grab my white Oakley's with a reddish orangish lens and set it on the bill of my hat. I go find my lucky gold chains, put them around my neck and slap my wrist bands on. I make sure I've packed all my equipment, for example

I am black but I’m also american, a girl and gay. All those things shouldn’t matter but in this country that matters alot. Everyone has their perspective of what I am but honestly I just want to be identified simply as me. But in this day and age I have to have a bit of background information on the side so I won’t get those awkward question such as. “Are you mixed you look a bit chinese with those almond eyes?” “Oh I love your hair what are you mixed with?” To be quite honest I have no idea but I do know that I’m black no doubt about that and I have a few perks to being black but also a few set backs as well. I think that I’m at the point of internalization-commitment because I see no one for their color but more of their character and how

”Take off your hoodie, open your pockets, and don't move, be still cause I saw you steal that.” If your are a black male or any color but white, Then your chances of hearing that are way higher because of the color of your skin. Unfortunately that happen too me,this Summer.

It was a hot, humid afternoon when I jumped off of the school bus and sprinted home. The first thing that I did was to kick off my shoes and threw my book bag onto the ground with my books scattered all across the floor. I ignored the mess that I just made, and darted towards my brother’s room. Banging on the door with my fist, I couldn’t stop the adrenaline rising from my body urging him to play. He opened the door and his face cringed as he shoved something in my hand and slammed the door shut right in front of me. I continued to bang on the door and yelled for his name. For a constant five minutes, there wasn’t any noise coming from the other side of the door as I slowly sat on the ground and remembered that I was grabbing onto something.

While Blue was mine, I have binder that my parents would uptake for me. Different shades of green cover the front and back cover of the binder. Each page has sleeves to insert papers or pictures that are displayable. The binder contains awards

I woke up because I was hot as hell, it took me a moment to realize why. I was shocked at how sexy this man was laying beneath me. I laid there just looking at him thinking of how good he had treated me and I can honestly say that these six weeks of being single have made me see things in a whole new light. Blue doesn't deserve me nor Lyric. It's sad that I've been so caught up in what I wanted that I haven't thought of how my baby's missing out on having a father. I've been so dumb by staying with a man who's a dead beat. The only thing I want is for him to just sign over his rights to my daughter so that we can completely move on it may sound cold but he's never stepped up for her and she's doing just fine without his ass. Watching how she

In the first telling of my personal narrative, I did not consider including what had led me to a point where I began to embrace my identities and become proud of my heritage as Korean. There were many factors that led me to be who I am today. The reason for leaving out the information was because there were so many people and occurrences that led me to the point where I am now. For example, moving to different elementary school where there were more diverse body of students, annually performing at the Mosaic in the Korean pavilion, my parents being a positive role model, and becoming a volunteer teacher at the Korean Language School are some of the reasons which have led me to be who I am today. As I was surrounded by people who were interested

“MOM”, i screamed as i entered the room that my mom died in,do to being “attacked”. I was never told who or what attacked her and i didn’t bother to ask, because i came rushing to Mount Carmel hospital right after my friend Eric told me about my mother passing away, or more like being murdered.The thought of that nearly made me explode from rage.

Standing outside was a girl about three-fourths his height, but not nearly as thin nor as well-built. She looked fairly average in size, but it wasn 't her size which struck me first. She pixie-cut brown hair with a few pink highlights and a little too much eyeliner. Her shorts were a little too short and a little too tight, and nothing about her struck me as wholesome.Just to make her obnoxious look complete, she was chewing gum a little too loudly.