Personal Narrative: My Personal Bias

People everywhere go through a lot of different experiences in their lives. These experiences could vary in importance, but all such experiences take a part in shaping a person. In my life I have gone through many experiences which shaped me in certain ways: some good, some bad. The experience I wish to reflect upon is one which taught me a good lesson. This experience which I would like to reflect on, taught me patience and gave me a lesson which I was able to learn from.

I go to the woods to calm down ,take a break from the drama. My dad used to take me to this special spot where these rocks split and you can stem to the top of them and sit down. For some reason the view and the feel is so peaceful. There's a dip in the rock perfect size for my body. I'll kick back and look up at the sky and sometimes, it’s rare though i’ll listen to music and sometimes fall asleep and when I wake up i'm refreshed and calm. Sometimes i'll stay there after i'm calm and just chill and sometimes if a friend comes over well sometimes go over there and we'll play around on the rocks and talk and after a little bit of hanging out we will go back inside and play my PS4 for a little bit and after the gaming we are still bored we

For years now, understanding prejudice has been one of human’s greatest challenges. Prejudice can be described as an unfavourable, negative attitude towards a social group and its individual members. On the surface this may not seem like a significant issue, however, it can become associated with dehumanisation and violence. It is suggested that every human is prejudice; people make assumptions based on characteristics such as age, sex, and ethnicity. There are many explanations of prejudice, however, there has never been an internationally accepted theory. In early 20th Century, Prejudice was considered an innate quality of humans, and instinctive response to certain characteristics of a person. Other psychologists may argue that prejudice is an attitude that is acquired over time, catalysed by social agents.

I slowly sit up and rest my back against the headboard of my old bed. Closing my eyes and taking everything in that has happen since I’ve woken up. Being in my old room, brings back a lot of memories of when I used to live here as a child. Moments with James, moments with my mum. I let a tear escape my eye, quickly wiping it away. I can’t let it get to me anymore. It was five years ago. A few more tears escape and I go to whip it away again when light bounces off the scars on my arm.

I started my walk from the AGO which is located on Dundas Street West. It was a sunny and bright day early in the morning. People seemed to be walking towards the art gallery from all directions of the city as well as riding up on their bikes. The many bikes standing by the gallery gave the impression that many visitors were flocking to the site. The revolving doors of the art gallery were moving continuously, people were going in and out. The constant movement indicated to me that the place was popular. The entrance of the gallery seemed also to be a temporary meeting hub for people. It is by the entrance that people stood together and chatted. As I stood and observed the gallery, I also witnessed many groups of children walking

The flame from Nick's lighter danced in the darkness as he lit his cigarette. I faintly heard an aged man speak from the television "2 found dead in New York apartment..." I turned my attention towards the TV out of curiosity. "Autopsy shows the couple died of starvation, this is now the tenth time we have seen this similar situation..." Nick cleared his throat to speak, a puff of smoke escaped his lips and disappeared into the darkness of the room. I shifted my gaze towards him awaiting his thought. He spoke in a tired voice.

The clanking of the oxygen tanks being loaded onto the boat sounded in my ears as I stepped onto the pier with my dad and brother. As we walked toward our transportation for the day, I adjusted the mesh bag on my shoulder that held all my gear. I was a ball of nerves and apprehension. Today was the day I had been waiting for all summer, and I could barely contain my excitement. After settling onto the boat and greeting the other passengers, I felt the vibration of the engines as we sped off for the day’s extravaganza: scuba diving.

Since my first day of high school, I have developed into a more responsible and mature person as well as open minded and understanding. Going into high school, I was pretty mature for my age compared to my peers but I was also pretty ignorant about my surroundings and certain situations I would find myself being in. I would even cave in and do things that I wasn't particularly fond of or interested in. Looking back at my past few years, I have gained a lot of experience interacting with people, learned things about myself, and have an insight of what the “real world” is like. I learned how to be my own leader, to be even more independent, and to stand up for myself & not be shut down or ignored. I have overcome different forms of adversity

Jakob and I haven’t talked since then. Mormor comes to visit sometimes, but whenever I’m in the same room as him he just glares at me. Something in him changed that day, I just didn’t know what. I’ve tried to distant myself from him, but Lunenburg is a small town, and we’re neighbours, so it’s rather difficult.

My guilt was trapped behind my heart, knocking and pinching at the organ to open up and let it free. But I found a secret route. It could leave without anyone knowing it was even there.

When an individual asks “What was a moment that has changed you forever”, it can be extremely difficult to answer. Such a broad question brings up many notable moments that widen an already large selection of memories. But, if I had to pick one that makes me smile every time I look back onto it. It would by my very first concert. It was not only my first time seeing my favorite band live, but it was also my first real experience seeing music played live. Reflecting on all the laughs and memories I made that day only assured me that I would remember it forever. The stories that came along with it are also quite fun to tell.

I got off the plane, my uncle and 4 cousins picked me up from the Denver International Airport. I stepped outside and remember how beautiful it was. We got into the car and they drove us to Breckenridge, Colorado. When we rented a mansion for the vacation and when we got there we made posters saying “Happy 50th Anniversary Grammy and Bumpa!” My brother, 6 cousins, and I stood out in the driveway holding up the posters when my aunt drove them in! My grandparents had no idea why they were coming out to Colorado until they got to the house. They got out the car and started crying. The next day we went hiking, when we got to Mount Cameron it started downpouring with hail so we had to turn around and go back to the house. We all turned around and

It was a small town called Springton 1983 ,and it was early one foggy day as I began to finally get out of bed. I Could hear my mother from downstairs yelling my name,”David!!!” my mom yelled loudly as I practically jumped from my room to the kitchen. As I almost fell down because I ran so fast I stood up and looked at my mom with her shining red hair that glowed from the sunlight. I ate breakfast and headed out the door and went for the park. I was the new kid in town and I would be starting my ninth grade year in a month. After I arrived at the park I threw my bike in the dirt and raced towards the swing set.I secretly hoped I would make a friend as I sat in the lonely park.

Everyone has a past with changing events that have shaped you to be who you are today. Good or bad these events are important to your life's story. My childhood was your average childhood till I turned the age of five. That’s when everything went downhill. It was one blow after the other: my Pa died and my parents got divorced. Slam, right in the face like a softball to the head. It hurt so bad and I didn’t know when the pain w When they say there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, they’re not lying. My mom got remarried and then had yet another kid to add to the four she had between her and my stepdad. Damyn was a blessing in disguise.

All human beings come into the world with a desire to speak; babies babble from the moment they are born, and in time, idle coos evolve into coherent words. Speech is, no doubt, a cornerstone of human society, but some humans are less inclined towards speaking than others. I am a prime example of the latter case. Growing up a wide-eyed girl with frizzy blonde hair, I was much quieter than my eccentric outer appearance led most people to believe. Biting my tongue before I knew how to speak, and sitting on my hands before I knew how to write, my childhood was a vicious cycle of sitting down, shutting up, and hanging low my frizzy blonde head. For so long I believed myself doomed to live the rest of my life in this painfully shy manner. That is, until, I met my voice teacher one year ago.