Personal Narrative-It's All About Me

My heart is racing, my palms are sweaty, my head is spinning, as I prepare myself to go into my least favorite place in the whole world; Chemistry class. I find myself sighing as I go to my seat, get out my book, and prepare to try to understand any word my teacher spits out at me. As I look up from my books and binders, I see the goofy, crazy, curly haired, Ms.Moser staring up at me like she has just seen something unworldly crash into my school and land right in my seat. She hands me a paper facedown, and I wish I did not exist for that few select fifteen minutes. As I flip my paper around, I see the dreaded words, F I P Q U I Z. For the next fifteen minutes of sitting in my seat racking my brain for some sliver of an answer for the questions

You know that moment when you’re trying to reach the toilet paper but can't quite, then fall and kill yourself on a pumpkin? Yeah I know that feeling… it’s not good. It all started one very normalish day at 1065 Fitzgerald Ave.

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 never knew how much me honoring my mother, An-Mei meant so much to her, until the day she got food poisoning and asked for something I thought was very foolish of her.

Going out to the arcade with Kiane for the first time was when I realized how much she

Putting me in this situation that I don't like. Getting seductive every sexy white girl I see or something is chasing me. this is a big huge mistake that causes me to be in my lust of nature. That I can't possessive their fears of silence and dishonest myself to be in their handsome favorite heart. This is sick when there are trying to kiss me, the dirty feeling when there are trying to get in my pants, and mind trick gross when they want sex whenever. They want to touch my body so badly and so I let them touch me. It hurt me so much that when they use me has their own sex tool and I let the dark ruin my heart. That makes me be use by them like a sea siren of beauty. Then I push them away so I could inhale and exhale in my life again. It's

you shoveled it in, and you shoveled it out. You spread it with your fork, and you'd go up this and back this. Up that, and back this and up that, and back this until you get the ground covered. Now, they take a tractor with four or five plows on the back, and plowed it ten miles an hour. At that time, you would have one plow to lay the ground over and plow it. It took three horses. You'd make two rounds and then the rest the horses for five minutes. Then you'd make two more rounds. That would only move you over about ten inches each round. Now, they do 20 acres a day, easy. It's a different world.

so, right now i am sitting on my 900-1000 dollar comupter typing this to you. I hope we grauated, and i know we will. Right now, I'm listening to "Daft Labeouf - Harder, Better, Faster, Do it" kinda modivational. Anyhow, i im getting alright grades, and im fairly happy right now, grant left a while ago, around 12:30 i think. i've been palying cs:go and ive been getting better at it. so, now for my dreams. I hope in the near future i have a allright house and i am happy. It doesn't haft to be a fancyass house with lots of 1000-10000 dollar things in it, it just hast to be a place that it comfy and i have privacy in. i hope that we have money to go and spend and be happy with. i hope we also still play games. sometimes i worry

We all sat around the crackling fire as the sky transitioned into clear, starry night. A pack of white marshmallows was scattered all around us; some were empty, half empty, and some weren’t opened yet. The long wooden sticks burned slightly as the marshmallows shoved on top of it were crisping into a golden-brown color.

I’m Ali Kent. My friends like to think of me as a sweet and smart young woman who is passionate and accepts people with her heart not her eyes. I’m a little bit of everything, like a perfect recipe. A determined, headstrong and compassionate girl who has just met the seemingly perfect guy.

I had everything and luck: sunrays hitting me as I was pushed in a swing,

Look at me: When i first moved it was to California by a beach.Started unpacking all of a sudden a stranger is at a door saying welcome,i said thank you,then it went from another person over and over and over again so much that are refrigerator was full for 3 weeks.Next day it was the first day of school

As soon as I pulled up to the location of the party, I could feel the vibrations of the music being played. I was finally ready to let loose and have a blast for the first time in the past four years. I had spent my entire high school career focusing on my grades, the tests, and all of the essays. With school getting out in a week, I decided to let loose. I was determined to make this party, an extraordinary experience. Deep down I knew this night was going to be unforgettable.

Last year after hearing of Yale Young Global Scholars program in Beijing, contentment felt all over me. The truth is I was always obsessed about China. I could never wait a time I would have my feet in the world‘s biggest city. Beijing connected along with Yale University had my imaginations right. Learning, interacting with new diverse cultures, experiencing college life, and so many other were stories form a friend who got into the program last year. Time could not fasten until I saw the application form online and immediately created an account.

The single most powerful and impactful week in my life coincides with the week that I allowed myself to be more vulnerable than ever before. Through my journey in vulnerability, I found a massive support system, connection, and my Ohana. Vulnerability is critical in creating connections, promoting understanding, and fostering a community of belonging. Over the summer I went to RYLA, Rotary Youth Leadership Awards, where I was placed with a group of 10 peers and we were put through various activities designed to designed to foster leadership and cultivate friendships. The second night, we did an activity called, “We Are All in This Together”. A series of statements were read such as, “come to the stage if you or someone you know has ever