Personal Narrative: My Identity In Hamilton

In any murder the main question asked is,“what was the motive”. The enticement to kill is a key to truly understanding a murder. Similarly, in fine arts understanding a character motivation or reason to do something is an essential part of comprehending a character's fowl actions in full. In the book the Odyssey and the movie O Brother, Where Art Thou? the characters motivations reveal the reasoning behind their actions.

Greco-Roman mythology is rich in names, characters, and events. Dozens of gods, goddesses, and mortal women and men participate in a variety of activities that reflect or exemplify behaviors and power relations in Greek and Roman societies. A wealth of literature was written about the relationships between mortals and immortals in Greco-Roman mythology. Much was written and said about the place humans occupy in the complex mythical hierarchies. However, the role and place of women remain the topic of the hot literary debate. In Greco-Roman mythology, the image of woman is always

There are many ways One’s identity can be defined. Only you can truly define who you are. You control what your experiences and influences make of you. When asked who am I, there could be millions of different answers depending on what you base your identity off of. To me, the question who am I, can only truly be answered in one way. So, who am I? For me, it’s an easy question. I’ve always known that I was the quiet girl In the back of the classroom by herself.

I remember this little old moment during the semester when we barely talked. I don't think we hd previously met, although this was a while after Senior Seminar started, but this all changed when I sat next to you on the field trip we took to Bentonville. I had previously heard of the musical Hamilton, but had never listened to the entire musical. That is until this woman sitting next to me in the car started playing the entire album and singing along. I was like "I think i'm starting to like Hamilton!" By the time we had returned to Stillwater, I felt like I really got to know a new kindred individual named Sam, who, I will admit, I actually forgot your name, is actually pretty cool, smart and definitely pretty amazing at singing Hamilton

In the past years, I have travelled a lot, but never to as civilized an area as Toronto. I have been to Cuba, the Dominican Republic, Eilat, and Mexico, all touristic sites with no real city aspect to them. Lined with hotels and resorts, these destinations may appear grandiose at first, but upon closer inspection signs of poverty are evident where the hotels end. However, when I first arrived in Barcelona, I knew something was different. It was not a tourist trap; instead the place was instead a bustling metropolis with (relatively) high standards of living. Barcelona was the first city I have visited that can truly compare with Toronto back at home. Yet, there are a few major differences between the two. First of all, the age of the construction of the cities makes a huge impact on how they look. Next,

Yesterday when I drove down Bridge Street in Carleton Place I saw a woman sitting on a bench in front Of capital Optical staring at Ballygiblins across the street. It was 11 am in the morning and I knew she had been a regular as I had talked to her the night the restaurant closed.

I felt the bumping and heard the bus frame squeal quietly as we were on the journey to destination. We were in Detroit, Michigan for a mission trip. It was a new place full of new things for me to experience. And the most eye-opening experience for me was when we helped a neighborhood clean out a disastrous and neglected alley.

One aspect of my identity that has shaped my life experience and the way I see the world is my race. I am an African- American who has Nigerian descent from both parents. Growing up African American is hard for many of us, but we always come together to help each other out. We get judged for our skin color, religion, sexuality, and economic status. When I was younger, I always thought about what other people would say about me and how I looked. Even though it was hard seeing how other races portrayed my race, I have learned to embrace my skin color and not let anybody judge me. The society believes that African Americans are lazy, uneducated, and violent. Things people say about me and my race only make me want to prove myself to them that I am proud of my race and would never change myself for anybody.

My Identity connects to my culture because it describes the way I look and the point of view I have on certain topics. My culture is the Native American tribe, Wampanoag and I am also Mexican. I have some facial features and body structures from both sides of the family like: most of my family has brown or black hair, we are taller than the average human, and our faces have an oval shape. Some topics that my family has taught me from both sides of the family is, family always sticks together and always comes first, and If you see bad things going on in the world, always try to help and do whats right. From my Dad’s side of the family, I learned tons about survival skills and on my Mom’s side I learned a lot about traditions. An example from

How does one define their identity? What are the most important things in life to you? Many cannot answer this question. It’s a problem many people face and try to find a solution to. Everyone is born into different cultures, families and even communities, but how we define our identity is from our personal attributes, our skills and abilities that we possess and even our interests and hobbies. If there’s something about you that you believe defines you in a big way, this could be considered your identity. Our identities are a complex interworking of genetics, our cultural and familial upbringing, spirituality, social circles, personal choice and taste, our community, as well as many other traits. I have an identity that specifically pertains to me. It’s been forming ever since the day I’ve been born and

Who am I? I’m I considered African or African American? So what is my social identity? Social identity is a person’s sense of who they are based on their group membership(s). Social groups such as family, organizations, sports team, etc plays an important role a person’s pride and self esteem. Interacting in such groups gives us a sense of belongingness, which leads to our social identity in the social.

Identity is what I believe the thing that makes up all human beings. Everybody has an identity, some just aren't as brisk to comprehend what it is or what it means. Identity is generally what someone's traits make up and in my case, I believe I am benevolent, venturesome, and optimistic. Some of the qualities I consider myself to have are not what I would have considered myself to be last year. I believe life lessons that someone undergoes can change their identity and the way they come off drastically.

As you enter the city of Toronto, enclosed by skyscrapers towering over you overflowing with culture, where time passes swiftly as people dash by you; it makes you feel trivial in the metropolitan area. The city of shadows that cast a never ending gloom, only to be broken up by the narrow gap in-between buildings. A substantial lake embedded with Silurian rocks on the edge, surrounding the downtown business district, keeping the city steadily in place. Toronto is the younger sibling of New York and Chicago, hesitant of the spotlight these other districts possess, but not shy enough to be known worldwide. A city of roads that disperse in many directions, paving the way of people’s futures and success; unknown as to where you will end up. Many

While most guys think dress code is fair and equal, girls know that it is in fact not equal at all. At most schools, every student must follow a strict dress code and if you don’t, there are consequences. Most rules are based off the fact that boys will be distracted if we show too much skin or wear tight clothing.

The place I call home is Martin, SD, not many people know where that is. I enjoy rodeo the most out if all the hobbies I like. In high school I enjoyed playing volleyball and softball. When people describe me the two common words I hear is loud and happy. I do talk a lot and like to joke around a lot so I will be the one asking all of the questions. I am proud of myself that I can be the person everyone counts on to make them smile and light up their day.