Personal Narrative: Norm

As my norm violation I chose to alter the way we are supposed to be dressed and look in public as society says. I walked around the marketplace in a backwards low cut shirt, backwards ripped jeans, one blue shoe, one red shoe, and a bright pink wig. First, I went into the yogurt store and everyone was staring at me with blank expressions and kids were laughing. As I walked over to get my favorite mango yogurt an old man jokingly asked if I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I told him no, I just liked to wear my cloths this way and that this was my natural hair. After I left the store and started walking around the water fountain, girls my age were pointing, giving me dirty looks, and some were laughing as they whispered in each other’s ears. Guys my age looked confused when they

Of course the norm for me is that of any citizen living in zone three.

I personally found trying to find a single “Social Norm” to break challenging so I chose to do two instead. The first was to end my phone calls with I love you, and to talk to a stranger in the bathroom stall next to my own. Which is how I confessed my undying love to a coworker. Working at a casino, employees have to call surveillance for anytime they move around with money or have to be escorted to the vault. I’m a pretty lively person but going into work, I started to get this bashful nature about myself especially the closer it came to performing both of the social norms I gave myself to break.

I started playing volleyball in 3rd grade. My dad wanted me to play because my sister also played. It was my first day being a 3rd grader and my dad told me I should get into volleyball. From there I wasn’t sure if I wanted to play. I watched my sister play every game and it looked like it was hard so I didn’t think I could do it.

I felt the tears push against my eyelids, threatening to spill onto my cheeks. The deep breaths that were supposed to calm me down were not working in the slightest and I wanted nothing more than to hide under something, anything, and avoid all responsibility for a while. Through blurred vision, I could barely make out the shocked faces of my friends. This was not supposed to happen here, in the middle of physics class. This was the kind of thing that a person should save for being safely hidden behind closed doors. I glanced down at the four little words on my phone and lost it. The floodgates opened. Hot tears turned my face into a network of rivers and lakes. The saltwater filled the dark bags under my eyes and turned them into oceans. Rivulets

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

This summer was one of the best summer in my life. There was crying, laughing, and peeing our pants; just kidding. I hope I have another like this one. There are a million things we did this year and some things happened again like once or twice or maybe a thousand times. I tried new things and went new places.

Like the beginning of every good soap opera, everything was normal in the beginning. I lived with my mom and it had just been us for my entire life. My mom had began to see a man. As it turns out, this man would take our happy and simple world and flip it upside down.

Linda you gave me a secret life you showed me what i actually am. I still remember the day we met. In foodland in normy you were stressing about what u needed for an experiment and i asked u are you okay. You said no im going to fail my science class. So i asked do u need help and well you said yes. And from that day on we were best friends your parents loved me i was apart of your family i skip a day of school to go too your school as a guest. You introduce me to all your friends and i kcked the shit out of the guy bullying you. I dislocated hit sholder and i got i alot of shit for it and i did not care one bit and u told the principle that he punched you in the eye witch he didn't you got your mate too hit you. That day ill never forget i

From my earliest years, I remember growing up in a highly political and partisan household. When I was younger, politics was merely background noise and a topic of debate. However, as I became older, politics became the lense through which I day dreamed about abolishing sexism, racism, and poverty. My families high involvement with politics not only made both my siblings and I politically active, but also propelled me into a career in political science.

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.

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.

I grew up as a creative, very imaginative person. My imagination was always going, 24/7, going like Lebron in the paint, it couldn’t be stopped. I would stay up some nights imagining myself as a cop, a football player, basketball player, astronaut, truck driver, you name it. I imagined myself being anything I wanted to be. But how I got to be so imaginative is because of something I didn’t think until I began to write this essay. I was raised in a small town call Crossett, Arkansas, above the border of Louisiana. This town is a town in which I call a “chill town.” Everybody knows each other, and when pass by in your cars you can wave and give a bright smile and they’ll do the same back. Usually on a weekend you can find mostly everyday in their

There was one place where I wanted to go. A place with go-karts, mini golf, arcade, and a buffet! It is a place that mostly everybody went to. A place I wanted to go.

Next, I walked and jogged in between on the way to the van. I was excited that I was able to help my mom with something since she never really asked me before. On the way to the car I was thinking about what a great time we were going to have this weekend. My family always went camping at the cabins ttwo times a year and the park provided us a beach so we had the chance to swim also in the daytime. I saw the van getting closer to me so I sped up my pace to get their faster thinking if I did then I would be able to get back to my football game in no