Personal Narrative: Kierra Brittany Brossette

So I started hanging out in the theater, with the students who belonged to the thespian society, expressed my desire to join the society. Khan, Noemi, and Harrison took me in and helped me find my place in the thespian society. In the beginning, I would always laugh at their jokes agreeing with them in a mute manner. So one day Khan, Harrison, and Noemi one day took me into the costume closet and told me, " you need to stop agreeing with us at all times and be yourself! If you want to be a part of the thespian society you need to use your individuality". Through their friendship, I was given a chance to be a part of a production as a makeup artist. In the following Production, I was given the chance to work as a costume designer, I was so desperate to do a perfect job that I would go to the professor for approval every time when I had an idea. The professor and Noemi both told me, "You need to have confidence in your choices instead of seeking approval, trust your capabilities and present your line of clothing with confidence". This encouragement was the reason I fell in love with the environment of the theater, the moment I walked in I could feel a positive energy filling my body. These experiences introduced me to yet another aspect of my personality, someone who was filled with passion and vision! So my junior and senior year of high school, I

Ever since I was little, starting in first or second grade, I was classified as something other than average. A “special” teacher came and took me from my classes once a week, along with some other kids, and here we learned different lessons than we did in normal class. They called this the “gifted” class. These lessons always seemed to be harder than the normal ones, but I liked the challenge. Normal class was always boring to me. Up until middle school, those gifted lessons were the only challenges I had ever faced academically, and even then they weren't much of a challenge. I entered middle school with a sense that I knew everything the teachers would tell me, that I was smarter than everyone else, just because

My name is Kaitlyn Hoopingarner, and I am a senior at West High School. Sioux City, Iowa has been my home for my whole life. At West High, I am involved in multiple activities: varsity wrestling cheer, robotics, and theatre. In addition to my school activities, I also paint, crochet, and play video games. I plan to attend Iowa State University to major in Computer Science. My birthday is July 25th, and Christmas is December 25th; so, my birthday is "Christmas in

On February 28, 1998 at 11:50 p.m. a baby was born in Moultrie, Georgia. Who was that baby you might ask, well that baby was me. At three pounds and four ounces, and almost a leap year baby I was born into the world as Iesha Monika Williams. I was the first child to parents, and the only girl as the time went on. Even though I was born in Moultrie, Georgia I was raised in Thomasville, Georgia and have been here ever since. I have two younger brothers, the ages of sixteen and seven, name Trey and Jamari. I have a puppy name seven or seven-eleven, he answers to both. I also have two parrots name pinky and binky.

As many people wouldn’t believe I, Mikayla Ann Lee or Miki, was born up north in Hartford, Connecticut . . . I know the horror! But thankfully my family and I moved down to South Carolina when I was merely two years old. I caught on to the southern ways rather fast besides my quickened voice and unpleasant dislike for sweet tea. Shortly after that we moved to Texas were all you see are trucks, ranches, and open land. This started my love affair with Ford trucks.

I can’t give you the whole denotation about me because there is no single definition about me. People have many different ideas that characterize how they perceive Mikayla NaSya Lewis. Even strangers create their personal ‘Mikayla’ in their mind, and all of those different concepts of me create who I am and what I represent.

Last year, 2016, scaled to my first tournament that would be played at Marista. I would not

Hi! Im am Kirsten Renee Watts I am the daughter of Nikki and Ross Watts. My instagram name is _kirsten_watts__ also on Facebook under Kirsten Watts and Twitter @11Kirsten_Watts. I go to Troy Buchanan while playing varsity softball and basketball. I am also apart in the Troy FFA Chapter in which leads me show pigs at the Lincoln County Fair. I was recently inducted into the National Honors Society and am highly into our student council at Troy. I attend Journey Church and my passion for god is only growing. I have my own style I can dress athletic one day but have a casual but preppy outfit on the next day my outfits could be considered the “pinterest outfits”. I am dreaming of a photo shoot on the farm that I live on and or a place that is

Freshman Ella. It’s a scary thought, but for this story we have to go back to March of my freshman year at an event called Chamber Festival, which is basically when you play in small groups instead of large orchestras. In our school orchestra I was second chair viola which, me only being a freshman, was a very big deal. At least it was for me. Many of my other friends in orchestra already had their own instruments, and I felt like it was time to get one of my own. So for months I begged my parents. I insisted that I wouldn’t give up playing in a year or two, that I really would stick with it long enough for the investment to make sense. Finally, in the beginning of 2015, they agreed to get me a viola. Now was the hard part, agreeing

Hi could I please have an iced skinny cinnamon dolce latte with coconut milk please? My name is Courtney Travaglini, currently I'm in my cold home state of Maine. However you are about to learn is not my "home" anymore. My husband and I are stationed in North Carolina and have been there for the past two years. Thanks to Starbucks transfer program and love of the military I was able to transfer back to Maine during my husbands deployment.

Since the onset of my tween years and perhaps even before that, I have constantly carried with me an insistent urge for nonconformity; it has never sat well with me to be like everyone else. Throughout my middle school years, this natural instinct of mine manifested itself in many different ways: jeans tucked into knee-high socks, anything from punk to Harlem renaissance jazz bellowing from my headphones, Palahniuk novels peeking out of my backpack. As my identity shifted, my career as a social renegade flourished, and I found in myself a certain pride in being different and a passion for seeking out eccentric new ways to express myself.

I know you are all over this but Kim Kerbs called in frustrated because each time she goes into launch a job she gets the message she will be charged. I understand its a bug but she frustrated, after apologizing again for the inconveniences, I assured her my account department is all over it and it by any chance she's billing incorrect we would give her a courtesy posting.

As I felt depressed, I walk into the cafeteria passing crowds of wild people and find a seat in the corner of the lunchroom, where barely anyone sits. Why is it me who is always pointed out at the wrong mistakes I do, when there are other people who make mistakes, too? I question myself. I’m the only one who always gets pointed out and bullied. As I wonder about the situation to myself, tears run down my cheek, and suddenly, a group of kids come up to me. The bullies.

When I was young I had many childhood friends, most of them were other boys, the majority of our activities involved rough playing outside in the grass with a ball or inside someone’s house playing nintendo whenever one of our parents were able to tolerate us long enough before it was time for everyone to go back home. There were a lot of fond memories with the boys but there was one person amongst them who stood out. Well not exactly stood out but more like she was a girl while the rest of us were guys, though she fit in perfectly with us and in fact, it was hard to remember that very particular difference.

When I was fifteen big hooped gold earrings, long flowing braids and pearly white high-top Nikes were the trend. Similar to the average teenager keeping up with my style was a necessity, but expensive. One evening with her hair rolled in pink rollers and strategically wrapped in a silk black scarf my mom laid comfortably in her oversized bed removing her red nail polish. As soon as I walked in the room my nose wrinkled from the overwhelming smell of acrylic. “McDonald’s is hiring, I got you an application” she said smiling from ear to ear. A job? I don’t know how to do that. If I get an interview what will I say? I thought. “We will fill it out together and practice the interview” she said sensing my nervousness. My mom always told me those