Personal Narrative: My Voice

When my mother asked me to read a book a few months ago, I was hesitant to agree. A stressful school year was approaching, and seeing my friends on a Saturday night seemed much more appealing. When I was younger, curling up with a good book was a typical pastime. Then came high school, and reading was replaced with countless hours of studying, cheer practice, and trying to figure out when I could catch up on some much needed rest.

I chose to break the norm of either smiling at strangers or giving them a neutral look when you make eye contact. I decided to give every stranger I passed a confused look like they had just spoken to me in another language. I must admit, this made me feel a bit goofy. I was on the fence as to whether or not to do this in the first place but I decided I just had to. The responses I received were quite comical. A few people asked if I was alright, and one person even asked if I had a problem with them.

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.

My Identity is also set by my behavior, personal characteristics and lastly experiences.The struggles that we face define who we are but it all depends how we overcome them and how we handle it. I have experienced many challenges in my life but It gives me more strength to not stop and keep on moving forward. Also I have experienced negative bias but I learned to control It and focus on the positives things going on in my life. Every single time I fine myself struggling I try to step into someone else shoes and think what they might do to overcome it. Personal characteristics that identify me is my attitude how persistent I am and lastly my discipline.I am a persistent women I don't just give up fast I try to achieve despite all the circumstances

On this day two years ago I felt like something freaky was going to happen like the lights were going to go out and something was going to scare me. During that time my brother “Matthew” and I were in the house watching the Cavs play when our lights automatically shut off for no reason. 20 minutes later when the lights finally turned back on Matthew and I went slowly out of the bedroom and we saw a note that was stuck to the door with duct tape that said in all caps “RUN” and when Matthew and I saw it we didn’t run because we needed to see what was going on.

Many people never speak out about their abuser. They never find their voice, typically from fear and the control of the abuser. Because of this, many abuse victims go years trapped in their abusive homes. They go years trapped sometimes because they feel as though no one will help them, and they have been told all the while by the abuser that they need the abuser to survive because they would not be able to on their own. I happened to be one of these victims. For many years I was controlled by my abuser through fear, and this fear hid my voice. Over this past summer, I found my voice through courage that I had built up. I thankfully had help through my situation from close friends and family members, unlike with some abuse

Talk with me now straight how I wanna here I put this on your thought that makes me uptime cos in the city we lived in you know how I'm holy nigger they call me saintceja cos i'm the motivator hey yo so patiently got me hanging for dough look so busy lining up getting fighting for money that's for clicking wif dope and I sticked to bloodline i'm just getting straight now got to my hood we are staking upper cos we got in billions you know connections got me higher now choking like cloud

In the world we live we diy everything we believe in we can see and the only thing that exist are human well that's not one hundred percent true you see for people they don't what to believe that there somthing out there that is more powerful than them but you see there's a whole new world that human don't even know about and we like it that way but hey we're getting there but at this point you're probably wondering who is this crazy girl well i'm lexi but and i'm about 5’6 with long all the way passed my but red hare and not bright red like a dark red i have icey sole piercing eyes and i'm an agale and no not from heaven you see i'm a gradin well a garden in training but we have wings like an angel but are job is to keep all the supernatural

The dance that was most aesthetically pleasing to me was the dance titled “A Voice.” This dance had a combination of both single-unit and multi-unit movements. It was very appealing to watch. It was interesting to see how they originally started with two people dancing together, with one left out, to a different combination, to a different one. This dance was the one that let me leave the whole show with a smile. I could not believe the chemistry that all of the performers had during that dance. It dragged me into the story that they were portraying. The performance had an aura that I just could not get over. It was obviously the dance of the night for me.

“I am still learning,” that is what the 87 year old Michelangelo declared, but what was he learning? A countless number of facts? How to be a great artist? No, he was making himself into a better, well-rounded person. That is what a liberal arts education provides an individual; because a liberal arts education is not only about learning facts, but becoming a well-rounded individual, in doing so, making the world a better place. Loras’s four dispositions—active learners, reflective thinkers, ethical decision-makers, and responsible contributors to professions, societies, and religious communities—make this feasible.

Back, in my high school days I can remember the voice change and I started sound like my brothers, when answering my mom call she wouldn’t know which son she would be talking with if she did see us. However, in my physical development I grow taller about six feet, and my musical developed on my body fast. Yet, the thougths I had as a child had changed, when I became a teenager I cared about friends and relationships with opposite sex

Fear, worry, and anxiety captivated me and held me hostage. Academics, family pressures, and the constant overbearing question of the future had torn me apart. The weight of the world swallowed me whole and controlled my every move. Most of all, I feared the failure associated with change. People say that we should welcome change; nonetheless, I still dreaded the future. Life without the security blanket of my closest friends and family frightened me because for the first time, the choices I were to make were all my own. Senior year is meant to be a year of relaxation and preparation for the future; however, my senior year had turned into an internal World War III.

you shoveled it in, and you shoveled it out. You spread it with your fork, and you'd go up this and back this. Up that, and back this and up that, and back this until you get the ground covered. Now, they take a tractor with four or five plows on the back, and plowed it ten miles an hour. At that time, you would have one plow to lay the ground over and plow it. It took three horses. You'd make two rounds and then the rest the horses for five minutes. Then you'd make two more rounds. That would only move you over about ten inches each round. Now, they do 20 acres a day, easy. It's a different world.

We all sat around the crackling fire as the sky transitioned into clear, starry night. A pack of white marshmallows was scattered all around us; some were empty, half empty, and some weren’t opened yet. The long wooden sticks burned slightly as the marshmallows shoved on top of it were crisping into a golden-brown color.

What makes up an identity? A whole lot of things. Your friends, family, and culture can all play parts into your identity, but how can you show your identity to someone who isn’t you? By presenting the different sides of you of course. My project illustrates the fun, serious, playful, and loving parts of me in different areas and situations. It displays my identity in many different fashions and therefore deserves an A.