Personal Narrative: I Found Myself

This summer was pretty interesting and a tad bit boring. I sort of learned a little bit more about myself and how I could deal with things. Some things got a little rough along the way but that’s life for you. Everyone hits that rough patch in life at one time and point.

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One aspect of my identity that has shaped my life experience and the way I see the world is my race. I am an African- American who has Nigerian descent from both parents. Growing up African American is hard for many of us, but we always come together to help each other out. We get judged for our skin color, religion, sexuality, and economic status. When I was younger, I always thought about what other people would say about me and how I looked. Even though it was hard seeing how other races portrayed my race, I have learned to embrace my skin color and not let anybody judge me. The society believes that African Americans are lazy, uneducated, and violent. Things people say about me and my race only make me want to prove myself to them that I am proud of my race and would never change myself for anybody.

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The five items that I chose that best reflects who I am today would be a soccer jersey, earbuds, my key club pen, a book, and a beauty blender. I chose my soccer jersey because it reflects my love for soccer and how teamwork is everything. I also chose earbuds because it reflects my passion for listening to music, I listen to music on a daily basis with anything and everything that I do. I added my Key Club pen to the list because it reflects the dedication that I have for helping others around the community and how I hope to be able to do more in the future. A Book would be the thing that would best reflect who I am today because I love reading. Reading is my most favorite way to pass time, anywhere anytime. A beauty blender would probably

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.

My Identity is also set by my behavior, personal characteristics and lastly experiences.The struggles that we face define who we are but it all depends how we overcome them and how we handle it. I have experienced many challenges in my life but It gives me more strength to not stop and keep on moving forward. Also I have experienced negative bias but I learned to control It and focus on the positives things going on in my life. Every single time I fine myself struggling I try to step into someone else shoes and think what they might do to overcome it. Personal characteristics that identify me is my attitude how persistent I am and lastly my discipline.I am a persistent women I don't just give up fast I try to achieve despite all the circumstances

Threads to Which I belong is a book that captivated my soul. As I read through the pages of history, I found myself traveling back in time. Invisible I stood in Mississippi watching a family’s history unfold. As I turned the pages, my emotions changed constantly. I experienced emotions of anger, disgust, sorrow, and happiness. The author has written an outstanding piece of work that forces you to consider researching your own family history.

When setting out on my search, I felt confident I would have the most luck on Google. There I searched for not only “Jocelyn Nadeau”, but my name along with each of the towns I have lived in. I was aware depending on the search engine used, different results can be found. Consequently, I used the same tactic on Yahoo. After searching on a large scale, I decided to scour to the online archives of my local newspaper. I also signed up for a free trial of Ancestry.com, in the hopes there would some exciting information there. And, a helpful friend recommended trying out Instant Checkmate, which although I had never heard of, was willing to give a try. My last course of action was to search social media sites. I do not use social media myself, nevertheless, I wanted to see if my name was out there. I checked Facebook, Tumblr, Twitter, and Myspace.

Identifying my identity is a not a very easy thing for me because a few of my strong beliefs have flaws and loopholes. If someone’s reasoning for doing something I believe to be wrong my strong opinion on my belief is questioned. My identity is a work in process like many other and more times than not I do not even know who I am. I have always believed in the practice of accountability for your words and actions as well the act of showing people the respect they should be given.

I saw, even though you tried to cover my eyes. I heard, even though you tried to block my ears. I felt, even though you pretended there wasn't a reason to. How could I possibly understand what I was seeing and feeling at such a young age? Who was there for me to talk to about it? No one..I had to comprehend so much. I sat behind the door with my back against it, when the screaming began again I closed my eyes this time. I pictured myself in a meadow with the grass being pure green and the sky being pure blue. The sun shined so brightly on my skin and the feeling of warmth comforted me. I could see a man walking up to me, but he was so bright you couldn't see his face. My throat was in a knot and my heart was heavy, but as

Where do I began? I feel that there are numerous people who have contributed to “How I Became Me”. However, I will start where it all began. On the ninth month of the twenty-seventh day of 1994, I was born. I was premature weighing in at three pounds from a mother who had three children before me at the time. And just like them I was taking away and adopted by my grandparents. They were the ones who raised me. For the most part, I can say I was a great kid. I was raised in an old-fashioned, nuclear family household. My grandfather was the primary breadwinner and my grandmother stayed at home to run her daycare. In total, there were eight of us in the house with me being the middle child. My grandparents instilled in me education was important which came to no surprise that I was on honor roll throughout elementary school. All my teachers loved me and spoke highly of my achievements in the classroom. Of course, some would say that I was a teacher’s pet of you will. Yet, I never thought of myself as such.

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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