Personal Narrative: My Stereotypes Who I Am

My identity can be defined by moments in my life. Moving to Canada, learning English and going to high school are three major moments in my life. Going through these experiences have changed the person in me and made me more confident, stronger, better in everything.

I differed from the majority. I was never into pop music, never into fashion, never into celebrities or idols. However, I was not aware of this until I reached an age where my peers in school no longer accepted my differentiating thoughts.

It all started in second grade with bickering, name calling, darting eyes and especially tattle taling. She was mean and irritating and would tell the teacher on everything I did. I was so disgusted with people who picked their noses, that I decided to tell on Hannah every time she did. Even though everyone did it, I always told on Hannah. Over the years it would continue, until seventh grade. My mortal enemy became my friend.

What is identity? The definition as a person’s own sense of whom they are, which their past define them. Identity is very important in our society, no matter your social status. I can attach identity to belonging to something or place. As human race, we feel the need to belong to a group or place. Because belonging to a group or place, give us the sense of identity.

Growing up in New York, there were many invaluable experiences I wouldn’t have traded for any other childhood. What I attain is great intercultural intelligence and being able to defy stereotypes and discrimination. As a melting pot, I remember having an African American best friend and, in high school, I learned more about many different Asian heritages and cultures.

My conformed profile is ISTP; which means that in both work and school I'm a person who's difficult to get to know well, due to the 'walls' that I used to circle myself with; keeping my time and energy out of everyone's hand, which causes me to be prejudged by others, most of times, before they get to know me better, in both of work and school, people think that I'm not interested in their life or in their talks, which is a totally true, but absolutely not out of disrespect, simply because I can't force myself to care, and I am not that good with pretending to want to hear everyone's story and what did they have for breakfast. The more people around me, the more powerless I become, and to be fair; I don't put all of the people that I know on

Ironically, even though my generation tends to be more liberal that certainly has not been the case for my friends. Specifically, my male friends tend to fit every “redneck” stereotype and are hard core republicans. Coming from a small school, I was stuck with them regardless of if I liked it a lot. Surprising, I grew to love it and look it as another opportunity. I tend to be very outspoken with people I feel comfortable around. Because of this my friends are sure to know where I stand on issues. Being the only direct and vocal democrat in our friend group set me for endless debates, name-calling, and even an occasional agreement. The debates I had with my friend were often long and aggressive, especially when I tend to be the lone wolf in

There was a time when I was young, innocent, stupid, and a scaredy cat. This happened when I was about 9 years old, when the world consisted of cartoons, school, and lots of sugar. My brother on the other hand preferred stuffed animals and dolls, and he had this one stuffed doll that looked like a farmer that wore a blue overall and had orange hair. I and my brother shared a room and he would always align all his stuff animals and dolls in an orderly fashion on the desk where they all were pointed towards us, when we were asleep.

FUN! CHEEKY! GIGGLES! Those are the best words to describe @amandaware1 who is, quite easily, one of the few so-much-fun-my-sides-hurt #models I've met so far. Completely and utterly entertaining to hang out with, if not slightly insane, I genuinely didn't want to leave her place after filming her cook her classic #breakfast dish which - yes really - included GLUTEN-FILLED WHITE PROCESSED BREAD. If ever there was a sign that you're back in England that would be it. We poke fun (way too much) at health trends, healthy eating and get down to the details on what made the Aussie (former #ANTM I'll have you know!) babe choose infinitely grey London over the golden coast. Also, editing this was the easiest video so far and every time I replay it,

Uncomfortable situations are not fun for anybody, but sometimes things are not what they seem. Last summer on an average Friday I was preparing myself for my big lacrosse tryout the following day. At the same time I was also preparing myself for the wide spread of personalities on the team, but listening to all the stereotypes and experience, I thought I knew what they would be like. I assumed I was walking into a tryout with a bunch of rich, snobby, arrogant cities boys, which knew daddy had money. As I drove the boring, simplistic hour and a half drive that’s all I could think about. I was concerned when I should have been excited. As I arrived at my grandparents, I settled myself down and prepared for bed, it was going to be an early morning and a long day.

Life is like a compass. It leads us to find new things about ourselves, and to ask new questions. Throughout history we have seen many age groups portrayed. Babies cry a lot, and live to make their parents lose sleep. Toddlers are the golden children that secretly hid the older siblings favorite things. The Grade Schoolers are at that age where they start to gain responsibility. Teenagers text all day blaring music as loud as they can, with their windows down. These are stereotypes, but some can be accurate depending on the person.

When I was younger, I had a lot of trouble talking to people. I was shy, the kind of shy that brought books to bible school classes and read them underneath of desks just to avoid socializing. People were scary, I did not know to interact with them. So I turned to spending a lot of time working with and researching animals. When I was in 3rd grade my neighbor gave me a key to his dog kennel so I could play with his puppies. I remember walking up to his house every day after school for an hour or two that year. In tenth grade, I started fostering parrots.

When living in Seattle, WA with my mother, things were not going well. I moved back to Atlanta with my father when I turned 11 years old. Ever since then, many blessings have come into my life. I attained the hobby that allured to me the most which is photography. My love for photography started five years ago. In seventh grade, I used an old digital camera to take photos of casual subjects such as animals, nature, and portraits. In Eighth grade, my parents bought a professional digital camera for the family, but I ended up using it way more than intended. That was when I built up the quality of my work and my photography improved. I consider myself as a bubbly person and If I am passionate about something, I will work for it. My extracurricular activities inhere of photography, marching band, and soccer.

Once a young man asked me how I would write the word, “love”. I brought out a paper and

In the first telling of my personal narrative, I did not consider including what had led me to a point where I began to embrace my identities and become proud of my heritage as Korean. There were many factors that led me to be who I am today. The reason for leaving out the information was because there were so many people and occurrences that led me to the point where I am now. For example, moving to different elementary school where there were more diverse body of students, annually performing at the Mosaic in the Korean pavilion, my parents being a positive role model, and becoming a volunteer teacher at the Korean Language School are some of the reasons which have led me to be who I am today. As I was surrounded by people who were interested