Personal Narrative : I Daydreamed

As the years went on, I continued to read. I would read books any time I got the chance. Sixth grade was one of my favorite years. We were able to read for half an hour every day. We also read in book club. We were required to read two books a month, but I usually read four or five. I loved to find new series that I liked.

Good morning/Afternoon, I’m Tarryn and today I’m going to talk to you about personal identity. Identity is what makes us who we are, everyone has a different identity. Without identity we wouldn’t be human because everyone needs one to exist. Our identity is changing as we progress through life and as we experience new and different things. The texts that I’ve looked at are “Frankenstein”, the graphic novel by Gris Grimly, published in 2013, is an adaptation of Mary Shelley’s original text, about a scientist who creates a ‘monster’ who he’s ashamed of and leaves the ‘monster’ with no knowledge of anything about himself or the world. My second text is “Edward Scissorhands”, a film directed by Tim Burton and released in 1990, which is about a man created by a scientist who dies before he can entirely finish his creation and must live his life with scissors as hands. From these texts, I am going to be talking about how our journey through life changes our identity and how others can affect our identity.

The pencil liberates my stresses and sorrows. Bare and unimpeded, my mind is able to isolate itself from anything that was happening in my life. At my art table, which is merely an escape from reality, my curiosity is able to wander. Within this room, five blank canvas's look in on me as I become a mold of my imagination. A step inside my world develops into a sea of color and exploration. The vibrancy of the walls resonates throughout. Over the years, my room has served as my oasis. It’s my escape from monotonous and mundane routines. It’s my exploration of another side of me. I observe such works of art almost as much as I create. Taking notice of my classmates’ innovations and inspired by their creativity, my paintbrush begins to alleviate stress. I strive to produce pieces others will appreciate, but often find myself to be the true admirer. My pride, in this world, is driven simply by my own curiosity to express myself. I credit this side of me as the “passion” that supplements my insane drive for success. This passion has sparked critical thinking in me as well as how I see failure. Life is a blank canvas and you can truly draw whatever you want, and if you fail, you start over and don’t make that same mistake again! Hard work takes ideas quite far, but true success is derived from ingenuity and the generation of

I had a couple years during middle school where I didn’t read as much, but when I started Seventh Grade I remember reading The Mortal Instruments series, and I fell in love with it. I would stay up late at night just to finish the next Chapter. By the end of the semester, I had finished all six of them and I still love reading them even

Every night my mom would read me a chapter or two of a “Junie B Jones” book. I couldn't wait until I was old enough to read by myself. I enjoyed reading when I first learned how. The first series I really liked was “Diary of a Wimpy Kid”. I’ve read every single book in the series. Whenever a new book from the series would come out, i’d get it first thing the next day. I never really read that often after I finished the “Diary of a Wimpy Kid” series. Those books really entertained me and anything else I read from the point didn't sway me. In fourth grade, I had a really awesome teacher that was really hard on me, but I really believe she helped me the most. I don't remember everything we did, I really don’t remember most of the stuff we did. I just remember getting to 5th grade and writing was so easy for me. So was math, science, etc.

The words of Martin Luther King Jr. hold as much truth fifty years ago as they do now: “I have a dream…”. I, too, have a dream for America, that progress will never stop being the foundation of this country. I have a dream that one day, all traces of today’s struggles will be as insignificant and irrelevant as the worries of the European explorers believing the world is flat. I have a dream that someday, the next generation will correct the error of their predecessors. I have a dream that my optimism regarding the future will prove every bit of doubt in my mind wrong.

It is often difficult to sum up your identity in just a few short words. Yet there are certain things that define who I am in bits and pieces. For instance, I am very self-motivated and tend to function better when working alone. Nevertheless, I am quite competent working in groups, and have always enjoyed taking part in constructive conversations. I often spend copious amounts of time trying to perfect something. It is not uncommon for me to sacrifice sleep, personal time, and well-being in order to

Books were a major part of my youth. I was not only a very creative child, but I was also very social. I would constantly be running around our neighborhood in our hometown of Wilmington, Delaware looking for someone to play with. Wilmington was a suburban fantasy land. I vaguely remember running around my

There are a lot of things that shape a person, A loss, A gain, or maybe a quest they undertook. Now I’m not talking about a quest to save the world like you might read in books, or watch in a movie. I’m talking about a goal you might strive to achieve or something you want to accomplish to learn more about not only yourself, but the people who surround you or the community you might live in. This is my quest, a quest that took me years to understand, but one that defines me as a person. A quest that showed me how to express my opinions, and to let others do the same.

I know you don’t really want to talk right now and that you are trying to figure out things for yourself. But, rather than falling into our pattern of internalizing things and waiting to long, I had to make sure I shared a few things I want you to know (based on my assumptions) before I perseverate on it too long.

More people would understand if I was in a wheelchair. Everything would be clear if I had a terminal illness or something wrong on the outside. The problem is that my wounds aren't discernible to most people. My scars aren't tangible. Instead of receiving sympathy from those I first let in, I was told to get over it. I was told that I wasn’t depressed because I have a loving family. I was told I wasn’t sad because I’m well off, because I do well in school, because I’m a guy. Despite that, I learned to find strength in my brokenness so I could make myself whole again.

When i was younger i loved to read, at my old elementary around 3 and 4th grade we had went to the library once a week and i would get at least 3 books to last me i was actually was interested in a couple series one series were the magic treehouse book i thing i read about 50 of they i was just in love and recenlty my little brother who is the the 3rd grade started to read them and when he brought the first book it just brought so many memories i really cant remember who actually introduced me to those books because i was that type of person who only liked specific books if the book didnt hook me on the first couple of pages then i wouldnt read it so thats why i liked the magic treehouse books by time the 5th grade came i had already read

My personality is one that has been often described as multifaceted and constantly variable. While my outlook on life is generally easygoing and unconcerned, I am not one to remain submissive to ideologies that are at odds with my moral assumptions about the world. It is through the clash of polarized life experiences that I have come to understand myself as the Fool, positive and lighthearted, the Warrior, aggressive and defensive, and the Creator, imaginative and self-reflexive.

My generating ideas whenever I write is very simple. I brain storm and come up with my own ideas. It is known that good ideas have the strangest of origin, however, at the end it sometimes turns out the best masterpiece. Whenever I am about to write I brainstorm, because ideas do not accidently happen. It has to come from somewhere, because of a need that was noticed. TED talk, talked about ideas and where it came from. Ideas are free talk and free writing. He pointed out that good ideas happen in discussion places (TED Talk). I agree with his sentiments because when I write I like a quiet place to do my assignments; I perform best when there is a quiet, distraction free environment. Based on the Prewriting: From Mess to Masterpiece, brain

This paper is slightly hard for me to write because I feel as if I am still finding my true identity. What have the summation of my memories and actions actually shaped me into? It is not as if I struggle to find someone that I connect with, but rather I feel more like some sort of Renaissance man. One who has many talents in many fields, as well as many interests. In some ways I do see myself as an intellectual type but also as an artful type, these two identities within myself are often in some sort of conflict. These conflicts can reside on a larger or smaller scale. For instance when I have some down time it is often a struggle to elect how to spend my time. Do I want draw or read? Play guitar or research interesting topics? However, on