Personal Narrative: My Way Of Life After World War I

August 6th, 1945. It was just an ordinary day. I woke up early this morning to help a friend move some things. Everything was well until I saw the light. I plunged myself between two large rocks, no questions asked. When I was able to get a glackr of what has happened I saw nothing but destroyed homes and dust. I’ve never seen so much blood, it was unbearable. A lady and her injured boy came my way and I couldn't help but help them and take them to a shelter to get help. As I looked over the city, a thick black smoke filled the air. Then the thought hit me, what about my family? Immediately after I ran to search for my family. On the way to search for them I began to feel guilty. How could all these people be hurt, injured or even dead,

turning my head again I saw Simon dive to my aid. He did not utter a

We human beings are all works of art. Every experience that we have is a new stroke of paint to our canvas. The things that influence us do the same. I am not a completed work of art, but I can show my progress of what makes me. I am influenced by the media, my teachers, and the neighborhoods I lived in. Now here is the showing of my work.

While Europe took some time to reactivate its leisure wear industry, US manufacturers with experience in sports clothing were quick to produce new lines” The Sports jacket became a staple in men’s fashion in the 1940s. World War II altered the suit jacket. Before the war, suit jackets had wide peaked lapels and double-breasted. During the war, sports coats became single breasted. Lapels became narrower as well.

I was sitting on the couch next to my new dog Earl, I was about eight years old. He was a rescue dog from Upaws. He was about one buth this is the first day that we had him. We spoiled him with new toys, but his favorite thing that we had gotten him was his bone.

I am a first generation child to have been born in my family, the first generation who is about to graduate high school and the first generation to go to a college and succeed in life.

“Allison” I turned to see my dad, but he didn't look too good, he looked very weak and he was holding his chest. “Dad, are you ok?” I asked. My mom came running to us with lots of paramedics behind her. “ Whats going on?” I asked. “The plague is back Allison.” She said. I learned about the black plague in class and how it went on for 200 years until a cure was found. “Mom, he just needs to wash it.” I said. She looked sad, “It has evolved over those years. It only takes a minute for the effects to become permanent.” The doctors rushed dad outside and lifted him into the ambulance. I focused on my mom again. “Mom, it’s the 21st century! There has to be a cure!” She grabbed my hand. “We need to go, pack a bag.” She walked upstairs and

How are you doing? I have written this letter to answer your question about all the people here and why we are all here. Honestly, I’m not entirely sure why we are all here or why. However, I did hear a couple of soldiers talking about how we are different from you. I’m not really sure what that means yet, though, but I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough. As far as I can tell, my life before I came here was very similar to yours now. I had a normal house, I had many friends, and my dad even fought in WWI. Until one day, everything changed, and I ended up here along with everyone else.

After world war I ended in 1919, the united states prospered and experienced a vibrant, celebratory decade. That same year women gained the right to vote. The roaring twenties were all about becoming “someone” - separating yourself from the old and “making a life new.” As the western world celebrated the end of the war clothing styles changed to reflect the enthusiasm of the time. As the war came to a close women received the right to vote from the 19th amendment, giving them more rights and becoming more equal to men. Now being recognized in the nation as voters, women started to separate from traditional lifestyles into new lifestyles. This changes some daily routines and actions from them including how they dressed.

It was November 14,1918 dad comes home today the war ending ending a few days ago. Mom wasn’t going to be home till 9 p.m. dad gets home at 11 a.m I was so excited. I have a baby sister(Lily), 3 old brother(Matthew), and then me(Kenzie) the oldest 11 When mom was at work I took care of my younger siblings. It is 11 a.m my siblings and I have clean up and had a cake made for daddy, we hear somebody pull in “it’s daddy” Matthew said. He walks in we all hug him and kiss him.

Coming from a family of four and living with only my mother has been very difficult. She has been my only parent figure growing up and I have overcome endless amounts of barriers and hardships. I am the oldest in my family and required to babysit. It is my responsibility to help her out by working with her at her job because she doesn't obtain much money. My mom works at a small cellphone shop where I help her manage inventory, make payments, and solve telephone related problems. I learned how to communicate with customers and gain people skills. It has been rough balancing life at home and at school. I had nobody to look up to and felt alone. Being first generation, I felt as if I was carrying the world's weight on my shoulder. College is

As an author, I have developed and created many written work systems and styles. Already, my written work styles and abilities were coarse and grungy. My first paper was disgracefully punctuated, had a powerless body structure, and intertwined sentences. Over this semester, my written work aptitudes have enhanced significantly. I have figured out how to sort out and develop a paper formally. This has fortified my capacities as an essayist, which reflects in my written work.

It’s June 14, 1858, and we are on our way to Mr.Lincoln’s house. Since my dad happens to be Mr.Lincoln’s friend he will be helping him write his speech. We aren’t too far from his house so we are just taking our horse and small wagon.

Wrapped in the history and culture of East Asia. Unaware to me, I became enthralled by the language, art and culture of East Asia.  The colors are vibrant. Catching my attention, I can’t seem to look elsewhere. It took me awhile to find my fit. My parents since I a little kid had a dream for me to become a doctor. Coming to the last stages of high school I realized that was not the right choice for me because of different amount of reasons. An exceeding amount of arguments between my parents and myself. My mom came to me and told me of a major that she said would fit me. I did not know East Asian Studies was a subject until my mom researched it. At that moment I found the career to pursue. Now Even I have to admit mothers are always right.

WW2 is a fascinating time of fashion and politics. The fashion of the era was truly representative of the events happening in the world in a most visible way. As fashion moved from idealistic to utilitarian, so did the women taking over men in the workforce. The war caused a remarkable progression on the transgression from pre to post-war fashion. Even after clothing rationing, the women would not let the limitations imposed by WW2 stop them from fighting for their country from their home ground. From the less than ideal conditions creativity and ingenuity sparked this led to the invention of new clothes from the old, and the development of innovative new designs.