Personal Narrative: I Am The Woodman

Who am i? I am an individual who has achieved many goals despite a childhood and adolecense with much adversity. I grew up I Santa Clarita, California my child hood was realativley normal . My grandmother mary died, when I was 7 and my mother started drinking heavily . By the time I was 11 she was a raging alcoholic and was depressed most of the time. I was helpless, at the same time my father became a drug addict. As a result of her alcoholism my mother contacted cirrhosis and when I was 13 she passed away. I was devastated and too young to lose my mother.

Far away from here there was a little house. The house was surrounded by the woods. In that little house there was a girl and her family. She was about 12 years old her name was Nikki, she had blond curly hair. She had always wanted to see the world. But her parents thought other they wanted her to stay. She never really knew why they did. But one day she was in her room and she had an idea, not necessarily a good one but an idea.

I responded to Magnolia Wood Lodge in reference to a dirorderly call. Upon arrival, I made contact with Nathan Mosley. Mosley stated that one of the residence(Cedrice Barnes) was being very un cooperative and attempting to hit them with closed fist. Nathan Mosley, Angela Lewis and Cessiley Colwell, were all victims of the situation. Officer attempted to walk Barnes back to his room. Officers ended up getting Barnes back in his room, which was room 11. Officer's then talked with Barnes and explained the issue with him. Barnes started being un compliant and started throing closed fist at the employes. I then pinned Barnes agaist the wall and pulled out my pepper spray. When I released Barnes, he pushed me. Barnes was then told to placed his

It was a normal weekend when my brother ,Seth, and I were riding our dirt bikes in the trails just by our neighborhood. My buddy Jacob found us on the trails and decided to ride with us so we let him lead. We started to follow him and we ended up in a trail that only he goes down into. He went so far ahead that we lost him and couldn’t hear his bike anymore. Seth said that he was turning around so I turned around with him and we started heading home. I remember not paying attention to anything but my brother. He started fading, just then when I thought he left without me, he turns on his lights. I checked my watch and it was 12:00 o’clock noon but it was pitch black. I turn on my lights and

It all started on one hot summer day riding in the Jeep with the whole family, windows were down and laughter was floating freely through the air. I can still remember it like it was yesterday; the temperature was about 87 degrees and the humidity wasn’t bad at all. As we were driving down the road, the top down on the Jeep and the radio playing as loud as it could go, my favorite song came on the radio, “Ride the Wind” by Poison. It is so amazing and it always helps when that right songs comes on the radio which sets the mood for the rest of the day. We even had our 6 year old dog with us. He’s always content with his head sticking out the back glass and his ears flopping in the warm breeze.

I don’t remember the exact date but I remember that the year was either 2008 or 2009 and I was around eight or nine years old. I skipped school that day so I could go hunting with my dad, and so I got to skip school. At that time my dad was part of a hunting club and he was allowed to bring me with him.

Although I have not thought about how I would stage a play I will give myself a chance to thinking thoroughly about how I would want an audience to receive a piece of work written by the four playwrights we have read this semester. Drawing on Wilson’s famous speech, I have an idea about what I would want. The Ground on Which I Stand is one that acknowledges the amazing playwrights we were able to read this semester. I appreciate what they have given to the world through the stage and in print. There have been plays that I resonated with me and some that were harder to grasp. Many of these playwrights talk about connections and family which is a way that I have connected with the characters. I wouldn't use many of the playwrights as influences

Bare with me for another blog post about volleyball. This weekend was the Badger Region Volleyball Tournament, which my team participated in. When I walked into the building, the memories flooded in with scenes from the elevator adventures, cheese fries, and design your own sweatshirts. The first day, my team didn't play up our full potential, with my team only winning one out of three matches; which meant that we didn't place in any of the brackets, meaning zero chance of receiving a medal. However, at the end of the second match, I got switched from being middle all-around to libero ( a position where you only play back row on offense and defense). I guess it's an honor, but it puts a lot of pressure on me by labeling me as the best passer

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.

If you travel roughly 29 miles up Highway 14 from Cedar City, Utah, you will stumble upon a small community called Duck Creek. The drive up the road takes you past streams, animal life, hunters, and ATV riders. Snuggled in the center of this community is my father’s log cabin. This is where I spent most of my childhood, and where memories of my first hunt, great ATV rides, and family adventures took place. This cabin is my second home, and an important place that I will share with my children to make new memories.

After seeing the monster I was I had got my answer to my question, that had been haunting me for as long as I could remember.When saw the monster I was, i had a new question that I was determined to find the answers to.Who am I and who had created this monster I see.

My Identity connects to my culture because it describes the way I look and the point of view I have on certain topics. My culture is the Native American tribe, Wampanoag and I am also Mexican. I have some facial features and body structures from both sides of the family like: most of my family has brown or black hair, we are taller than the average human, and our faces have an oval shape. Some topics that my family has taught me from both sides of the family is, family always sticks together and always comes first, and If you see bad things going on in the world, always try to help and do whats right. From my Dad’s side of the family, I learned tons about survival skills and on my Mom’s side I learned a lot about traditions. An example from

As we took our first steps on the trail we had know idea that we would have walked ten miles total. It was all uphill and made of dirt. We had to cross rivers and watch out for rattlesnakes and buffalo. This would be one of the hardest hikes we did. It was tiring and hot. The heat waves in the distance seemed to make it feel hotter. As we kept going we arrived to our first obstacle.

Something Out of Nothing…. I always thought that something was missing in my life, especially in my youth. However, I would never take the time to find out what it was. I guess you could say that I was distracted by outside opinions which I allowed to root inside me. As a child, my self-esteem was basically none existent and I stuttered badly. I can remember being laughed at in class when being called on to read and even seeing the teacher holding back her laughter. The thing that hurt the most was when the teacher told me that I wasn’t going to amount to much when I grow up. Not knowing at that time how to use to those words as fuel to push me to prove her wrong, instead I allowed it to hinder me and to fester in my mind. I was enrolled in remedial classes

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