Personal Narrative: My Declaration Of Freedom

It was that time of the year when school was finally over and it was summer! I remember being super excited for the summer and having total freedom because I just had got my license. I got my license and my first car so I was excited to do many things during the summer. A couple weeks into the summer, my friends and I hung out a lot because I had my own car. More into the summer, near the end of July and the start of August, my friends and I were out one night and it was about 2 in the morning, I wasn’t supposed to be driving after 9 but I did anyway. We were on our way to McDonald’s and I’m trying to get there as soon as possible to get home and not get caught. As I’m driving to McDonald’s I see the speed limit which was 30 mph and I was

I belivie that in the past and even today men are seen as the stronger sex. They are the ones who make the destions and control most things. This fact makes me want to work more harder and stronger to be able to take care of my self. I see my self as being able to be independent and deserve to be happy. And I want everyone to to feel and see themselves this way. I'm also fully aware that I'm not quite ready to be completely independent. My age has a lot to do with that. Most people wouldn't rent out an apartment at 17 years old. But as I continue to grow and change I will become more mature and capable of reaching that leaves of independence.

Im proud to have things that I have now,Without my generation there would be no freedom,without freedom our lives would be miserable and torn apart.Im glad our veterans fought for our country, they risked their lives for our country to stay in peace.If we didn't fight we would be controlled And be told what job to have ,how many kids we can have or they will tell us where we live.Veterans did anything they could to defeat our enemies,They never gave up ,they never stopped they kept on going until it was over.Im also glad that we have civil rights without civil rights people would still be held as slaves and they would still be getting beat by their owners.The biggest thing that i'm proud about is equal rights ,there should have never separated

I wanted to respond to this post due to fact that we have similar thoughts about independence. I have always been the one in my family to be strong and independent. I would never want to burden my family where they would have to do everything for me. If I can’t do normal things such as walking, talking and feeding myself life is not worth living. All of take so many things for granted. I appreciate all the wonderful privileges we have as a human being. Being able walk, talk, feed myself and breath every day is speechless.

Being that i am getting older in age my declaration to you is that i get more freedom and to liberate. I'm writing this because i find it unfair that my brother had more freedom than me at the age of 16. I believe that with the same amount of freedom gave in to my brother and sister i will be more social and a more pleasant person to have around. I will gain more of a personality.

“ OH MY GOODNESS , My Video Just hit one million views ! “ , I shouted to my mom downstairs as I frantically refresh the page to make sure I’m not dreaming . “one million and one “ .. “ one million and two” .. “This is not a dream” I whisper to myself in awe. “What’s the big fuss?” she says lethargically coming up the stairs ; “Im trying to listen to Cardi B’s New Album ! “ . “Big fuss?, Cardi B? ; What has the world come to? “, I sarcastically ask. “MOM , My “Advocacy” video just went viral , there are still good people in this world , We are Not Doomed !” . Still no response. She confusingly asks me, “What is Advocacy ; when you don’t have sex ?”. “Excuse Me ?” I say with a look of major concern. Just Watch this Video. “Clicks Play Button”.

My dad and I were going out to his friends house so I could ride my four wheeler and he could shoot guns with his friends. My mom had to work so she was going to come out there later in the day. I brought my four wheeler and a Gator. I sat there and watched them shoot guns for a while but I got bored. My friend, Tyler, just got home from soccer practice so a went over there to do something with him. We played some soccer in the yard for a little while but we eventually got bored. I asked my dad if I could ride my four wheeler and if Tyler could drive the Gator. He said we could but we had to stay on their property.

Our history is what defines us, shapes us, it is what we have done but doesn't necessarily mean what we are going to do. I was born in Southern California into a Mormon family and I love my life. The moving trucks came when I was five and off we went to the smack-dab-middle of the USA: Kansas City, Missouri. Instead of the ocean we now had corn fields and cows. What a trade! I grew up in the country, which was a dream come true for an adventurous kid like me. I could ride my dirt bike as far as I could see. Wrestling was big in my small town, so at a young age I joined a club team. It is now a near useless sport that I did for ten years. You see, no ones goes to the church tuesday nights to wrestle, but I did lean hard work, patience, and perseverance

I had a rather unconventional upbringing that made me who I am, so I love to share it. The way I was raised shaped me into the strong and beautiful young woman I am today. The environment I was raised in helped me believe that I can overcome my hardest struggles and that family is forever.

In spring 2015 I was the teaching assistant for a Professional Development class for incoming transfers in the College of Science. The class had strict attendance policy, and more than one unexcused absence lead to a failing grade. Halfway through the semester one of the students stopped attending class altogether and had no form of communication. I discussed this situation with my Professor, and we reached a unanimous decision of a failing grade as she had already missed 5 weeks of class. A week before the finals I received an email from the student with an attached excused letter from the Student Health Center. Finalizing her absences as excused only managed to give her the minimum passing grade due to the many missed assignments and group projects. Judging her seriousness towards her academics by her performance in class and her timid

It’s 9:00 at night. It’s been a long day at camp, filled with baked oatmeal and blob time, friendship bracelets and flagpole. My cabin, Mohave, has just finished our night swim at the Richard G. Marsh. While we wait to shower back at the bunks, we belt out High School Musical tunes, and feast on the treats from our care packages. But today, something is different.

Once I realized that my wife no longer was on the back of the bike with me, I began to panic. I knew something didn't feel right.

“Tweet” went the ear piercing whistle, as we were doing our passing drills. All of the many players huddled in around Coach Cline as practice was ending soon. My body was aching all over, my eyes drooping and my ears half-listening. I almost dozed off as the coach was talking about the next game and my eyes and ears flickered on when he mentioned who will be starting this next game. All the boys and girls staring patiently as the coach lifted his papers and started to read out loud, “Alex, you will play striker next game.” I nodded calmly, yet my head was spinning with excitement and also nervousness. I barely payed attention as coach called out the other starters. Once he was done, I noticed some of my many good friends smiling. I assumed they also are starting this next

The summer of 2013 felt like it was just beginning, but it was coming to an end; an end that would last what seemed like forever. That summer I learned things about myself that I never knew or even thought could be true. I learned how to deal with emotionally painful situations because on July 4th, 2013, I found out my Dad would soon pass away. Still to this day independence day is my least favorite day of the year, and July my least favorite month. I realized different ways that loss affected people; some experience it as soon as it happens, others can get stuck in a state of shock. My father dying has provoked me to think about why we do things and the ways people grieve.

The blinding light of the new day woke me up through the same window as it had for the past three months. The same room, the same bed and the same house I have been waking up to for so long waited for me to rise for the day ahead. Everyone around knew what was happening. It had been long anticipated by everyone in the facility. It is known around here as “Freedom Day”. No longer will I be trapped and helpless or be told what my every action will be (well at least not by anyone here). I am crossing through those gates, which have contained me for ninety days. I am still in shock from relief and happiness from what is happening. I am finally going to be able to eat food I actually like and use the gift of technology I so dearly missed. I