Personal Narrative : I Don 't Care, It Works For Me

Of course the norm for me is that of any citizen living in zone three.

The social norm I broke is making too much eye contact, or staring excessively, at my teachers. While sitting in class, I stared at my teachers more than I stared at my paper or looked around the classroom. It is usually normal for students to stare down at their desks and not look at the teacher a lot.

At a young age, I moved from the country I was born in (Dominican Republic) to Miami Florida. Moving is not an easy thing to do, I had to leave all of my friends and family behind and become familiarized with uncertain place. I was surrounded by the unknown, everything was strange and so different to what I was usually use to. At the time I could not speak any English at all but that eventually did not matter to me, I slowly started adapting to my new environment and I became more positive. Although I could not communicate well and had a few obstacles I was very organized with my studies and kept very decent grades.

I personally found trying to find a single “Social Norm” to break challenging so I chose to do two instead. The first was to end my phone calls with I love you, and to talk to a stranger in the bathroom stall next to my own. Which is how I confessed my undying love to a coworker. Working at a casino, employees have to call surveillance for anytime they move around with money or have to be escorted to the vault. I’m a pretty lively person but going into work, I started to get this bashful nature about myself especially the closer it came to performing both of the social norms I gave myself to break.

It is a somewhat unspoken agreement that people all have, and breaking this agreement is frowned upon. The bathroom is a very unsocial place. You go do your business and then leave, it is very simple. The social norm that I broke was talking to someone in the stall next to me, and continuing to have a conversation even when it was clear they did not want to have one.

At a very young age, I began making my own decisions and putting myself first. After my parents got divorced, my mom decided to move. The move wasn't small. In fact, it was a very large one. We were moving halfway across the world. I did not understand why we had to move but I knew my mom would always make the best decisions for our family. First, it seemed cool when I was telling everybody. But then it hit me hard, knowing that I wasn't going to see my friends and family for a very long time. At the age of eight, I did not understand what was going on. I felt like I was out of the loop. I was going to have to make new friends and meet new people even though I did not know the language. Even when it came to finding something to eat, we did not know how to order food. It was a great struggle that was hard to overcome.

I remember being a little girl and hiding behind my mom when someone came up to me to say hello; I used to be so nervous to even meet their eyes. At our family get-togethers, for Christmas and New Years Day, my family attempted to start conversations I would politely smile and hide behind my closest parent. I remember her telling me “It’s okay to say Hi to the people I talk to, just do not talk to strangers.” I tried to listen to her and follow her instructions but every time I would try chickened out.

After I told rowdy that “I'm sick of indian guys who treat white women like bowling trophies”.Get a life.I kinda felt bad for what I said but then again i didn't because he was a trader and i felt as if he left me for white pride.maybe I was just racist and couldn't accept that my best friend was going to do great things is his life now that he had a chance.later that day i decided to email Junior back and kinda talk to him about women.”Hey asshole , i didn't mean to insult you..but dude really what do you really like about her and how did you attract her.junior replied and said.

The summer of 2015 was the summer I moved for the first time in my life. Moving was a mix of emotions because after thirteen years I became attached to my bedroom and the looks of my house. The certain smells I would get when I walked through the door. Then, leaving that house that I have lived in and that bedroom I slept in for all those years was hard. It was a nice house and all, and I loved my room, but only a couple days later, I was already comfortable in my new home.

Following a predestined path is a simple thing to do. Birds flying south. Fish swimming upstream. One mirroring the other, blindly accepting the norm. This is a collective trait in humans that guides us to take the "normal" path in life; however, there is no one "normal" that suits everyone. We grow and flourish in a plethora of divergent environments with different and distinct experiences. If we all tried to follow the "normal" path, it would be toxic. That is why I challenge the idea of the norm.

There are many avocations that I would chose from. But, more specifically, I would aspire to be a unique, “at home style” photographer. Being able to capture simple moments in a strange place like Elsewhere seems so interesting to do. Each day I would grab my camera, go outside, stroll around and observe nature. I would be able to go outside and capture moments of people, the warm sky, or anything that I would want to. The thing is, there are no limits to photography

As both of you probably already know I have been a VERY sick man since February of this year and into the hospital 8 times for treatment. During this time my recovery was looking optimistic and I thought that I could work again. With the spirit of trying I did no more than 5 hours work before having to be shipped off to the hospital in an ambulance again. During this time my thought process was clear, turns out it was skewed and I am still unable to work. That being said it has more been a horrifying process to come to terms with being medically disabled and unable to work at 20 years old. During these months of suffering I realize I have caused this company mass suffering with me having to divert tons of my shifts due to being unable to work them.

With just three weeks left in the NFL’s regular season, there are five teams with double digit wins all looking to secure home field advantage through the playoffs. There are also nine teams with sub .500 records that still have a shot at making the playoffs. Say what you will about the current playoff system, but the next three weeks should be thrilling and I am excited to see how it all plays out.

The outcome of my behavioral contract was kind of disappointing to me. When I first started this contract I wanted to get at least seven hours of sleep at night. I wanted to make this change because I thought if I got more sleep, I would feel more awake in the morning. The first week start out because I had no homework that week and I only had to go to basketball practice. So I felt exhausted when I got home and feel asleep easily. After the first week I was really happy on how much sleep I got that week. I thought the next seven weeks were going to be easy. The second week and third I got more than 7 hours of sleep a night. those weeks were not really that busy for me. I barely had any school work to do and the only thing I had to do was to

Many people think that's it’s “taboo” to talk to a stranger, and that you should never do it for it can be dangerous, but Sabina Dubik has some other ideas when it comes to talking with strangers. In Ms. Dubiks Essay titled “Do Talk to Strangers” She contradicts the idea that strangers are dangerous and you shouldn’t talk to them., and encourages people to talk to them. She writes that “Growing up, I was used to phrases such as, “Don’t talk to strangers” and “Mind your own business.”” She also writes that a experience that was induced by a stranger changed her life and views and can be experienced by other people as well “By engaging in unexpected, friendly conversation with strangers, our lives can be affected in ways that are extraordinary.”