Personal Narrative-Intellectual Analysis

Sexuality is a major ordeal in today's reality. With online networking and the advancement of individuals nearing around and acting naturally. When I say acting naturally I imply that you are alright with individuals tolerating you for whom you are. You're not stressed over the kickback you may get from being distinctive. It is alright to act naturally and not need to stress over what individuals think like numerous years back. The changing of genders of Bruce Jenner has everybody feeling great with whom they are. We are all not the same everybody. Furthermore, individuals are additionally ready to not pass judgment on you. Everybody has somebody in his or her family that is distinctive so individuals are more satisfactory to things in 2015

1. I wrote arguments in my persuasive and literary analysis to fulfill standard one. I used my research as evidence and combined that with my prior knowledge to make educated arguments to support my claims. I spent time going through information and analyzing the information to find sufficient evidence.

One day I decided to go and hang out with my friends, so I decided to walk over to one of their houses and my friends mom open the door and told me that I can’t play with her daughter anymore because “I’m black.” I was only twelve years old hearing this. I was not sure what she was talking about because, as a little girl was thinking that she was one of my good friends and that the color of my skin doesn’t matter for our friendship. I was pretty upset about what happen, so I decided to talk to my parents about it and get some advice about the whole ordeal. They told that the world has changed since they were growing up and even now it is different, then they started explaining how some people view others different from themselves. Racism still exists in the U.S. today, there’s so much that we can talk about over how it pervasive all over the word. Discrimination has been going for a long time now and still is continuing this day. There all different types of discrimination such as age, disability, genetic orientation, race/color, religion, sex and sexual harassment. I believe I will define who I

I sometimes felt “too black” for the white kids and “ too white for the black kids. My black peers perceiving my abundance of white friends as “ selling out “,wanting to be white, or that i thought i was too good to be with them. But the disadvantage of being that “token black friend “ in the group i was automatically considered the connoisseur of all things black , like why Black people can use the N-word and white people can’t , or how weaves work , or if black people get sunburn. And at times i felt forced to view things a certain way in order to be true to my race. An example being the shooting of black men, Yes i do believe that some of the cases are racially motivated but I also sometime think it's just a jerk with a major comlex who has the go ahead to kill.But sadly, when you’re black- ish , you can’t just be a person with controversial ideas.Those these insecurities and fears consumed me for so long , i began to realize as i grew older, that I am more than my race , that the friends i choose are based of character not color, that I can y can express views , That I am not Black-ish , I am just black and proud to be part of such a growing and historical

School. What a frightening place for teenagers. Once in awhile pleasing things happen like your crush finally talks to you or theres a real fire drill. But this one particular conversation crosses my mind alot generally. It was somewhere along the lines of racism. I know , I know. This scary system were so afraid to be but yet we live in it on a daily basis. Basically, a friend of mine was stating how any person (black) could be racist towards anyone (white). I simply told her that black people dont necessarily have the power to be racist or even benefit from such activity. She supposed "but cant you be like, reverse racist?" Now she could have a point there. Maybe a comment I made previously was racist. Reverse. It made me really think about

I swallowed the cool air and aroma of the summer's morning dew into my hollowed lungs, with the hope to fill them with something as to eliminate the feeling of lonesomeness. At the same time, that lonesomeness was nervousness, but newfound self-confidence had a similar feeling. My palms were clammy and pink as I wondered who would come into my life. Yet I had no desire to develop a new relationship with someone, I only wished to seclude myself with the untouched wilderness. I was young, and I discovered many things while I was at summer camp that helped me grow intellectually. It was solely the minds of others from foreign lands that intrigued me the most. I sought after new philosophies that would aid me in this search for what I wanted to do with my

Jerry wakes up in a dissociative state still hungover from the previous night’s drug binge, nullifying the pain with a fluffy, symmetrical line of Peruvian cocaine and a tightly packed bowl of luminescent green, trichome plastered cannabis nug sourced from California out of his Illadelph bong; naturally, Jerry was quite the aficionado in recreational drug use and progressive dependency. As dopamine floods his prefrontal cortex he’s invigorated with a renewed sense of grandiosity; he looks in the mirror, his eyes are sunken in, the pallor of his complexion is ghostly, an apparition of a once revered public figure. He averts his eyes to his many awards and commendations for a brief moment, before the cannabis takes effect. He brushes

As a child, reading was an activity that I loved and grasped from the moment I opened my eyes and saw the world around me; one full of big letters, long syllables, descriptive words, and jazzy sentences that combined to create exhilarating descriptions of everything I would come across in my thrilling adventures. From the earliest stages of my life to my first simple words, to recognizing how a colorful picture matched the plot of a story, I grew, developed, and spent time with the wonderful people around me whom I was blessed to call my uncles, aunts, and cousins. They had spent hours upon hours pouring their time into teaching me the arduous process of reading, instructing everything they could about sounds, syllables, pronunciation, and

I was convinced at one point in my life that I wouldn't graduate high school, let alone get a college degree. I grew up in a broken home, where there was physical, emotional, mental, and sexual abuse. This all had a tremendous affect on me as a young girl, well into my teenage years, and early adult hood, and significantly impacted the choices I made for myself at the time. I moved out of my home at the age of 15 after my mother remarried, I went to live with a friend which I thought at that time was a great idea. It wasn't long after that I began smoking marijuana, doing cocaine, drinking and taking rohypno. I was hanging out with all the wrong people, and I stopped going to school for over a month my junior year. One morning after I had drank

When I was born, my older sister was two years old at the time, and she had already gotten used to being adored by everyone and wasn't pleased with me coming into the picture. This has caused a problem between us that has still not been addressed today. During our childhood and sometimes even today, she would bully and humiliate me. In front of people she would make fun of how I looked or acted and would ostracized from activities. As we grew up, her jealousy only grew. I was always getting excellent grades in school, making people laugh, and listening to our parents. She on the other hand had a much harder time. As her resentment grew for me, I started to resent her since she had made me feel insignificant, ugly, and unworthy of anyone's affection. She moved out of my dad's house at age 15

“Did you read to Paige as a child?” I’m awkwardly sitting in the classroom with my English teacher, Mr. Byers, and my mom. Of course, I was nervous! You never know what can or will be said in Parent-Teacher conferences; is he going to tell my mom that he had to confiscate my cell phone because I was texting my best friend? I’m watching Mom, she’s a bit confused but answers, “Of course I did, why do you ask?”

and she told me she doesn’t like people who tried to influence him about other God or don’t respect her religion and her God.

Although I have only been alive for a short time, my life experiences have been intriguing. My earliest childhood memories emphasize my alcoholic father hurling verbal and physical abuse, as well as his eventual incarceration. As I grew, I felt smothered by my extended family’s criticisms. My family’s low income has always persisted as a major challenge, so I seldom felt I could explore my own interests. Meanwhile, social anxiety and jealousy from peers pricked at my skin every day. Despite all of the hardships I face, I still find and seek success, and I believe that I will help bring the betterment of the world. I wish that more people would understand me as a person of potential and success rather than tragedy.

I can feel all of my intestines tangled up inside of me. I start taking smaller steps as I approach the rusty iron gates of my school, Paravel Academy. My best friend Bryce was waiting for me at the entrance with a huge smile. He pushed his blonde hair out of his face as he looked down at me in a familiar way. Our friendship has been through many hard times but we really connected when our dads died. They were on a mission to save us from our strict government- until we received the phone call. Ever since then, everyone looks at us as if we were crazy or if we are going to disappear next. Our fathers’ memory had brought us closer than ever. Although we both are only children, Bryce is the sibling I never had. We have each other more than anything.

Forms are necessary or essential properties of a particular or thing. According to Socrates, these forms have properties which give them a certain causal power. Using the concept of Forms, he systematically constructs an argument in an attempt to prove that the soul exists and must always exist. Although, his complete conception of Forms is not captured in the Phaedo, We can still use this dialectic to address his arguments. In this paper, I will attempt to describe the Forms. To do this, I will detail the properties of the Forms and what they are meant to do. Then, I will explain how the concept of the Forms figures into Plato’s/Socrates’ reflections. Socrates uses the concept of forms to construct an argument to conclude that the soul must exist and will always exist necessarily. With this argument in mind I will suggest possible complications that arise from this theory and counterpoints that Socrates could provide.