Personal Narrative: I Wish To Thrive

Overall, I just want to be contented with my life in the future and not realize that I am miserable and that I have wasted my life. In the near future, I also aspire to do well in all four years of high school. This also applies to college. Another goal for the future that I have is to get a scholarship for college because of the fact that I want to go to college, but I don't want to drown in college debt.

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

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?

Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.

I've been fairly busy as of late. Notably, yesterday was a pretty interesting day. I'm not exactly feeling well, think I'm coming down with something. How often is it that a Jedi contracts a cold? Just not feeling as spry, I think. My stomach is churning as I type, something is missing, think I might have to take a reprieve sooner rather than later. Maybe I'll be gone for a cycle, maybe I'll be gone for a year. I don't know. I just know that I need to focus on other things. That's not the point of this entry, however.

Thomas Edison, the man who is credited with inventing the lightbulb, once said, “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.” If Thomas Edison had given up after the first attempt had gone downhill, mankind would have been left in the dark. Luckily, this headstrong inventor refused to abandon his idea. Like Thomas Edison, I refuse to give up, especially when it comes to dance.

Sorry, I know you're asleep and I continuously keep texting you but I'd rather tell you everything now so you won't feel worried when you wake up when I will still feel asleep. What I wanted to tell you was that I just haven't been happy lately. Maybe it's because I miss you; because of all the shitty things that has been happening to me. I haven't been happy for over a week. But between us, all we do is argue and I'm so tired, Ciro. Sometimes I lay in bed and just grab my head because of how exhausted I am with the constant fightings. I have so many problems in my life and I have to go on and tell you everything that's happening when I shouldn't. It honestly makes things worse. I even cry because I can't take my life anymore. Believe me, I cry every single day. Not

I remember a past experience that has influenced me to how I am today. I used to be afraid of heights until I went on an airplane. It had been my first time to ride an airplane and be in the air. When I first stepped on the plane I was very shaky about going. When the plane began to take off from the airport I was very nervous. We were up in the sky and I wanted to be back on the ground in a few minutes. It took a few hours. When we landed in Georgia we got off the plane and got our items.

I am Latina. I am queer. I am a woman. My existence, I have learned, is a giant fuck you to institutions that work to oppress women, queer individuals, people of color and other marginalized identities.

A trait that can be considered an achievement would be my ability to persevere, as a survivor. My sister, Leanne, spent a majority of her life in and out of hospitals due to a genetic anomaly. Even with knowledge of the gravity of the situation, her death came as a great shock to me. She moved back to Canada with my mother, after my parents’ divorce, so my time with her became limited. One month after my son Jacob was born I planned an introductory visit to his aunt Leanne for the first time. However, three days earlier I received the phone call to forever change my world. Eight years later I found myself fighting for my son’s life. Jacob complained of physical ailments, however, doctors deemed me a hysterical mother and dismissed them.

I am close with a girl named Hope; she is one of the most genuine people I have ever met in my life. People always judge her, because she tends to look mean, but people do not know her like I know her. Hope is shut off from people around her and has a lot of trust issues, but given her situation she has every right to be the way that she is. As much as Hope tries to make friends, or find people relatable to her, friendships always seem too shallow and typically do not last long. Hope is my best friend, and her story has captured me so much that I feel as though I’ve experienced it with her.

Before long, I’m forced to sound it out syllable by syllable: CUZ-AY-ME. I’m used to the countless re-introductions that I must make. By the third time that I have to re-explain my name, I usually resort to nicknames or settle for whatever comes out. As if three syllables was too much, I allow them to call me simply ‘Kaz’. It’s not that I have an aversion to the shortening; it’s just that I feel like they are missing the full picture. Dick can often more truthfully reveal the identity of Richard, or some girls can be Kate’s but not Katherine’s. Whatever the case, I associate most with

Happiness, true happiness comes in different shapes and sizes, and what makes me happy may not be the same for everyone else. Furthermore, the pursuit of happiness is essential. Moreover, the constitution declares that happiness is an inalienable right and people continuously regard it among their utmost imperative pursuits (Etkin & Mogilner, 2016). Therefore, what can give my life satisfaction and happiness? On my list of things that could make me happy would be a stable marriage, good health, high energy level and adequate income (Manning, Curtis, McMillen & Attenweiler, 2011). Currently, I am not married, I have been in a relationship for seven years, but I believe being in a stable marriage is critical. Although we raise our children together and do things that married couples do there is still something missing. Studies have shown that married couples have a higher level of commitment and well-being than cohabiting couples (Vanassche, Swicegood & Matthijs, 2013). However, we both have discussed the possibility and both of us are in agreement on waiting. Nonetheless, in my recipe for happiness, this is an essential ingredient. Obviously, good health for me and my family is the main ingredient. Without good health, everything else seems to fall apart. Positively, a high energy level is a key ingredient to me because it would allow me to keep up with the children and grandchildren while

It was cold, so dreadfully cold in the cozily furnished main room of a cabin once safe from danger. Now, safety was no longer an option and neither was surviving at this point in time.

I was born in the North Eastern United States during the latter half of the 1970’s. The product of loving, if unadventurous, parents. The surroundings of my home were a place of great enjoyment as a child, and by my fourth or fifth year of life, no place along the street of my home was off limits. The early eighties were quite different from today, and it was very common for the children that lived all along my subdivision to roam the outdoors at all hours. During this time, exploring and at play, I felt truly alive. Every experience was new: the smell of freshly cut grass, the sound a basketball made during a game of “hoops”, car rides in my