Personal Narrative: I Love How Candid You

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.

Week one has passed by quickly! I think this week was very successful and I can say that I have learned many new things. This week has been an experience for me learning things about the business world. I am not a business major so I was not expecting to take these classes. I was assigned them, but have found them very beneficial. As I read through the first couple of chapters I read things I had heard before. This was a good thing that I could put the information with the terms I had heard previously.

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

It was August 28th 2013 , I knew the next day would be the biggest day of my life. All throughout the week, all I had on my mind was the big game. When I woke up on that Friday morning chills would run through my body a bolt of electricity. Knowing I’m one day away from one of the biggest games of my life. The winner has a spot in the playoffs. I was so excited and anxious that I went for a run around my neighborhood because I was filled with so much energy. When I got back from my run I had a creamy peanut butter and nutella sandwich. The best sandwich I’ve ever conceived to this day. Next thing I had to do was take my shower and get all my stuff prepared for the big game.

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

Something I will be reflecting on from my 8th grade year ,and how this will change myself for freshmen year. I did study a lot through the whole year of 8th grade,and i should have.I feel 8th grade could have gone better for me if i did things differently like preparing myself for hard tests, I never studied till the end of the year when i found out it really helped me out.

The reason i started painting and drawing in the first place is i found that i am truly happiest when creating. I thoroughly enjoy the struggle of drawing and painting scenes or ideas created through imagination. Creating art was never about money to me, it was about seeking happiness and a sense of purpose.

If I'm in...I'll be All-In. While I'll be the first of family and friends to attend the University of Colorado, Boulder and unsure of the challenges within the campus community, I know myself. I am at my best when I fully commit.

Growing up I was always taught that we are all created equally, so if this is truly the case why aren't we all treated equally? I believe we live in a skewed stereotypical world. We pass judgments far too often, judgments that affect the way we see and treat people. I believe we are raised being taught to fear rather than to understand. We are misguided and taught to be apprehensive towards people who aren’t “like” us. These ideas we are fed when we are young turn into practices when we grow older. I believe we practice treating people differently because we are scared, because we are told to be scared.

As a tall five feet eight inch girl with thick, brown, curly hair as a mane, glimmering blue eyes, and a somewhat tan complexion, I constantly have people questioning my race. I have been profiled as many different ethnicities. Instead of getting "hey what's your name?" or "how has your day been?", I get "what are you mixed with?" Is respect a thing anymore?

What do I feel you should know about me? I think as myself as a well-rounded student all together. I think you should know that I enjoy English much better than math, and a large percent of my other classes. Sometimes, it takes me a moment or two to understand a new lesson. At other times, I catch on fast. It just depends on if I can wrap my head around the concept we are learning. When it comes to writing papers I tend to get writer’s block quite often; however, when I think of something to write, I try to stick with it and add more and more to that subject. Occasionally I procrastinate homework (don’t we all), but I try to stay on top of things. I do make sure to get all of my homework in on time.

I knew the basics of the world to stop me from making mistakes, such as saying “Hi” to strangers, even though they are just friends you haven’t made yet. I also knew not to look at strangers since they’ll get the wrong idea. But what I wasn’t prepared for that the world didn’t teach, was life.

Alright, this is something defiantly NoSleep worthy. There’s no doubt in my mind. It’s really weird, maybe (I’m hoping) you guys can’t help me figure out what exactly went down. But, first. You need to know everything I know. So, here it is:

My life was pretty normal for a typical magical family. Nothing too special in all honesty. I didn’t have parents which could summon food at will or have that of a great income. Mostly, my family relied on producing potions for a source of income. Every day I would usually find myself at random fields filled with flowers of all colors; Red, blue, yellow, you name it! By the end of the day, I would always fill my basket up with a variety of colorful mountains of flowers. So yea, it’s a normal day, Yea? I’m picking all kinds of flowers for my parent’s potions. I find a blue flower with some petals missing in a wide field. As I pull the roots of the plant out of the soil, the sky starts turning in circles. Confused, I drop the flower. I start to scurry back home. The wind blow

Think of your favorite thing in the world to do. Something that defines you. Something that you can only experience from your eyes. For me it is soccer, and through that came a rite of passage that will be with me forever.