Personal Narrative: Judging A Book By Its Cover

Judging someone by their cover seems like something we would never do. Yet, we seem to do it without a care. In fact, in the book To Kill a Mockingbird; there are many characters that without knowing actually made judgement. There are many judgements drawn towards the main character Boo Radley, and Tom Robinson. They judge Boo on the way he lives.

James Patterson perfectly sums up my lengthy, arduous, and ever-changing relationship with reading. "There is no such thing as a kid who hates reading. There are kids who love reading, and kids who are reading the wrong books." As I grow older, and come to appreciate the influence that words have over the human mind and soul, this quote resonates with me more deeply. The interpretation of words has had an immense impact over my life, and is something I will be forever indebted to.

Is it correct to judge a book by its cover? For centuries people have been judged by their

About six months ago, my grandma was diagnosed with stage four colorectal cancer. Last month, a family member of mine from Vermont called to tell me that she died. The only thing I could do was ask myself “Why? Why did such a terrible thing happen to such an extradentary person?”. I mean I guess it’s natural to assume all things happen for a reason, to think there is a greater intention for our suffering, but I simply can’t think that.

Her father’s words echoed through her head as one might hear a reverberation throughout the Taj Mahal. Continuous. Chilling. Having no control to distill the wavelengths until they mellowed out on their own accord. She tried to anatomize the depth of his phrase, more than dutifully needed but Davina needed to know why. Why did she need to keep an open mind and more importantly, who the hell was about to come bursting through that door. But then again, did it really matter in the first place. When she thought about it, the brunette could have laughed at the idea. That an unattributed, faceless figure had her panties in a bunch. Surely Dominic wouldn’t think to waste her time with venial diversions,

Second period had just ended and you would see students walking out to the field. Taking it easy I approached the end of the ramp, I took a look around and I saw the many small cliques. I heard a faint voice call my name so I turned to see who it was. A teacher. She looked at me and signaled to come over. She had told me to talk to young girl who was by herself, just like me. I sat down next to her, we were both silent. I decided to break the ice and ask her a few questions and she asked some in return. We had some form of a conversation, and because of that we became friends. Best friends. I never knew that it was that easy, and soon after that our friendship circle became a lot bigger. I was able to laugh and smile just like how I saw the other students on the first day of school. I was able to come to school and enjoy it. When I was young I always thought that I would be attending Mira Mesa High School, I never had imagined graduating at High Tech High North County, until

Is it correct to judge a book by its cover? For centuries people have been judged by their

As a child I was shy, and still am, but I always tried to make friends. But that did not always go well because of the culture boundary’s that were between me and most of the other students. Many students of the same race would stick together, leaving me usually alone because of the very few Caucasian students in the schools. Spending most of my time working alone unless the teacher assigned groups. That did not change much when entering middle school. Middle school just became a bigger version of the years pasted. Spending my time feeling like I was the outsider because most people already knew each other. The first year of high school was no different from the past years, I began to gain a few friends who had classes with me. I tried to venture out and stared becoming friends with more people with the help or sports and my advanced classes. When you are a student in Advanced Placement classes you began to have classes with a smaller group of people. This was when I finally did not feel any different from the other students in my

I was going into high school not knowing a single face of anyone there except for one kind who I met at a baseball camp that summer. His name was Xavier, and him and I got to know one another pretty well. We became pretty good friends and I met a bunch of his friends and got to know them well also! That is how I learned how to be really outgoing, is to just be yourself and always try to talk to someone new and never let the conversation die because if you do, then it will just be awkward. I went up to this girl one time and tried to talk to her and be myself and got her number and we were having a great talk and I started to let the conversation die, and it was the most awkward thing in my life because we were both just sitting there not saying a word and you could almost hear a pen drop it was that quite, turned out that she liked me and I had no idea until it was too late, but now we are good

The collage I have made includes many items that I have a personal significance with. Most of the odds and ends I have put into my project represent me. As you can probably tell from my collage, I love things like alternative music that talk about changes in life as well as fictional books and movies that are based in another realm.

I have always been sort of a shy kid; I kept to myself and did not interact with other people if I did not have to.

When I was in the bad group, she had tried to reach out to me. In our health/P.E. class she would help me with homework and questions I had. But outside of class, she didn’t exist in my mind. Looking back now, I didn't remember her being in my class. She knew that I had used her but still helped me because in her 6th grade year she had had no friends and struggled. She was really a good friend and always looked past stupid things that I may have done. She always stuck by me, no matter what the situation and helped me get back on my feet. She and I are not always together in school, but we know that we always have eachothers

I believe in reading. Quite a daring statement in a world in which not as many people read for enjoyment. But, reading for me has been a life long journey of pure excitement.

My earliest experience with reading and writing were traumatizing especially when I was in the first grade. I still recall the experience I went through to this day. It made me really hate myself because the other kids were making fun of me.

We have all heard the expression “don’t judge a book by its cover” yet, as humans we have