Personal Narrative: I M Hannah Lu

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.

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First off, the college life has changed me for the better. I am much more responsible in many different ways. I had to change my study habits, or should I say I have to get study habits. I high school I never studied, because everything came so easy to me and I could just

I am Aliyah Shaleese Crawley. I’m just a small town girl. I was born in Fayetteville on September 18, 2001 and was raised in Lake Waccamaw with my mom, dad, and older sister, Amanda. As a baby, I was always bouncing on my bed, looking over the rail. I was constantly smiling with a red rash under my nose from allergies.When I upgraded out of my pen, I was happy playing with my blocks on the regular making houses with them for my dolls play with and sometimes, I'd go organize the tupperware cabinet. I'd sit in front of it, to surprise my mom, even putting a child lock on it so she couldn't get in it.

Let me start off with an incident that happened a couple of years ago. A man attempted to break into our house by shattering our windows and doors. The man got caught but left a huge mess. Luckily, we had a good relationship with our neighbors; so, they repaired our damages and helped install a security system for us. After the incident, I realized how important it is to build strong communities. Communities take part in a vital role in every detail of our lives. A community can be massive or small, and we have communities through our neighborhoods, family, friends, and in many other places. Getting along with those nearby can be beneficial for everyone in the community. Building a strong community can create a more secure environment and together can create a stronger impact.

I am Kaitlyn Zimmerman; and I am a traditional college student who is just now entering my sophomore year at Bethel College, where I am majoring in History and Humanities and minoring in Education. I have lived in Coloma, Michigan for the past four years after my family moved for my father’s job as a Christian school principle. Prior to this, we lived in New Jersey, Pennsylvania, and in India as missionaries. In addition to a love of traveling, I feel that our regular moves have caused me to form a strong bond with my family and to learn to depend on the Lord.

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I’m Ralonda Holt and I am a 46 year old African American female born and raised in Dayton, Ohio. I am a wife of an amazing husband and father. Together we have 3 wonderful adult sons, John 28, Kris 27, and Josh 23, and blended. My husband and I will be married 28 years October 23, 2015. I enjoy being my own boss hosting marriage small groups, cycling, kayaking, ministry work, and spending quality time with my family and dear friends. As a young child, I grew up on the west side of Dayton in primarily a poor neighborhood. One thing that I noticed as a young child growing up in the projects is that everyone looked like me, had the same type of home as me, the same size front and backyard as me, and we all appeared to be in the same economic status.

life is stupidly hard sometimes, and only made harder when we pass 18 and have to make our own significant choices. It used to be that society and our parents shaped our futures and even pushed us in the direction they wanted us to succeed in, however hard I tried though I always fell short of my parents expectations. I didnt believe people could change and that neither of my parents would change their way of thinking and that I would never be able to change what I was, but people can change and I know that now.They wanted me to go to college and develop myself in a successful career insted I ran from what my parents wanted, got emancipated and married at 16 and then divorced at 21.

Going to college allows for many opportunities to open up in life. Society is changing at a very rapid rate. College is a very difficult time for nearly everyone, as Charles Murray who published an article on should the Obama Generation Drop out also states that “A large majority of young people do not have the intellectual ability to do genuine college-level work” (95). Attending college is not for everyone, but It can teach you to learn how to become independent, develop discipline, evolve new life skills, and learn how to balance a social life versus student life. The experiences you obtain and gain from attending college can lead you to learn how to live your life within the college environment in a way that creates harmony with who you are. It is a time of trial and error until you find what works for you. Eventually harmony is found by choosing a major that coincides in a positive way with the person you are. Once this is found, you will be able to establish a system of studying and learning that works for how your mind works. It is natural that your life will be in disharmony when the circumstances in your life change dramatically, such as when you go to college, but your life should eventually return to being less stressful. During your college journey, you will make many friends. Many friendships that you make in college

I am Hannah Childs, and I am working on a “My Life” project for my ELA class. I would like to share such things as my family, my hobbies, and my favorite things. I am hoping you will enjoy my “My Life” project.

I’ll start of by introducing myself. I am Loralynn. My friends call me Lora for short. I like that better than silly Loralynn. Today, my mother caught me crying in my bathroom all alone. She doesn’t ever come home earlier than late night, so I figured that I would be okay and no one would hear or see me. I didn’t tell her what the problem was that I was having. It embarrassed me to say anything about it. I don’t like talking about my problems much, but my mother told me if I was uncomfortable to talk to her, I should try writing in this diary she got me.

In third grade I met my best friend, Kasi. We both were in different classes but she was down the hallway from me. Automatically I noticed she had hair the same color as mine; strawberry blonde! We instantly clicked and became best friends. In fourth grade we were in the same classroom so we spent a lot of time together and got to know eachother better. One day she rode home with me from school and my mom noticed how much we look alike, since she never seen Kasi in person before she instantly called us twins. Kasi was telling me her whole name and it is Kasandra Lee Deloy, we have the same middle name as well! Ever since that day we called each other twins and have tricked many people. We have switched classes, and no one has noticed and went

I remember that it hurt, looking at her hurt. A beautiful line, no doubt, but I mustn’t take credit. I remember seeing her at her best. I remember telling myself that she would get better. I remember seeing what she would post on Facebook and pretending that I thought she wasn’t slowly killing herself. I remember seeing the blades sitting on her desk and throwing them in the trashcan and acting like they didn’t hold any significance, only to repeat the process the next weekend. I remember hearing her stories about falling out of that damned tree and telling myself, “Oh yeah. Those scars could totally be scrapes from the tree bark.” I remember ignoring the brokenness of her smile. I remember not doing anything about it, and I remember foolishly telling myself that it was all in my head.

I’ve have always felt like I didn’t know how to appreciate art and comprehend it importance, from individual pieces to art as a culture and field. I am not artistic myself, not in any traditional way, so I have had trouble stepping into the perspective of an artist. Still, I do understand the phenomenon of being moved, and greatly influenced, by art and I have discovered and explored some of the many ways in which it can be expressed. I hope to gain the skill of being able to really understand the depth and technique behind what I see and hear, so that I am able to complete my role as the audience and do the works justice.