Personal Narrative Of Myself

The five items that I chose that best reflects who I am today would be a soccer jersey, earbuds, my key club pen, a book, and a beauty blender. I chose my soccer jersey because it reflects my love for soccer and how teamwork is everything. I also chose earbuds because it reflects my passion for listening to music, I listen to music on a daily basis with anything and everything that I do. I added my Key Club pen to the list because it reflects the dedication that I have for helping others around the community and how I hope to be able to do more in the future. A Book would be the thing that would best reflect who I am today because I love reading. Reading is my most favorite way to pass time, anywhere anytime. A beauty blender would probably

I consider my identity, interests and personality to be as if it was a chain, one which is all connected to my family, and the environment in which I was raised. As a kid, I was always extremely organized with everything I did. From cleaning my room, to making my school binder nice and neat. My mom always taught me to be efficient in every way I could to help me achieve everything I wanted better and faster. There was times where I would share rooms with my brother. His side of the room was always muddled and disorganized, and mine was all in order by colors and sizes. I was a weird kid, obsessed with neatness.

Who am i? I am an individual who has achieved many goals despite a childhood and adolecense with much adversity. I grew up I Santa Clarita, California my child hood was realativley normal . My grandmother mary died, when I was 7 and my mother started drinking heavily . By the time I was 11 she was a raging alcoholic and was depressed most of the time. I was helpless, at the same time my father became a drug addict. As a result of her alcoholism my mother contacted cirrhosis and when I was 13 she passed away. I was devastated and too young to lose my mother.

What defines me is my drive to help people, and the adrenaline and mental high I get from doing it. I can accredit this to my Aunt Rhonda who was a Emergency Medical Technician (EMT) During my early childhood. I remember her letting me sit on her lap after she got back from a long weekend of volunteering, and me marveling over her stories of the shift. By the time I got to elementary school, I had started carrying extra band-aids in my backpack so as to save the life of a possible wounded classmate. When I got into middle school, I was familiar with the first responder standards of care and had my own basic medical bag. I spent my weekends reading “Grey's Anatomy” and watching endotracheal intubation demonstrations on youtube instead of doing my homework. But everything I

I saw, even though you tried to cover my eyes. I heard, even though you tried to block my ears. I felt, even though you pretended there wasn't a reason to. How could I possibly understand what I was seeing and feeling at such a young age? Who was there for me to talk to about it? No one..I had to comprehend so much. I sat behind the door with my back against it, when the screaming began again I closed my eyes this time. I pictured myself in a meadow with the grass being pure green and the sky being pure blue. The sun shined so brightly on my skin and the feeling of warmth comforted me. I could see a man walking up to me, but he was so bright you couldn't see his face. My throat was in a knot and my heart was heavy, but as

Since being adopted, I have continued to try to find more about who I am and what I am supposed to do. Although I have been asked many times when I found out and how it makes me feel, it is still a taboo topic to talk about because of the little information I know. I was admitted to the orphanage after being found at the bottom of a staircase in the middle of a village square. After ten months of being admitted, I was adopted, but I almost did not make it because of a high fever and infection. As a baby, I did not want to hold any medicine that was given to me and because of this, a close family friend had to fly in some Western medicine so that I could have a chance at life. Since then it has been a challenge to find my place in this world

A majority of people I have spoken to despise running; the activity inducing a great deal of pain and wasting time are common reasons I hear. For me however, running has always been a part of my identity and it shaped me as the person I am today. Whether it comes to intense races or exciting games of tag, I feel a part of me glistens with joy whenever I put on my running shoes and get my feet moving. My interest from running goes all the way back from elementary school.

There is a lot to learn about me, but here are just a view things. First, I live at home with both of my parents and I have two younger sisters. I also have a three year old dog named Ella. She is a pointer beagle mix. Most of my time I spend outside of school and on weekends dancing. I am on a competitive dance team at Vibe Dance Center. One of my other hobbies is playing the piano. This year will be tenth year playing the piano. My parents love to travel so I have been to the majority of the states in the US. I have also been to Mexico and Canada. This year for spring break we are going to Costa Rica. When we are there we will spend have of it in the jungle and the other have in the mountains. That is all there is to know about

As the daughter of immigrants, I had grown up with a strong idea of what my culture was and how I identified myself. This identity had influenced my beliefs and the value I believed my parent’s culture held. My background had revolved around being raised by parents who had both spent a majority of their lives in Vietnam before moving to the States. This meant I was going to be influenced by the Confucian ideas which remained prominent in Eastern and South Eastern Asian culture as well as the Buddhist religion which my mother followed. All of these traits along with the environment I grew up in had affected how language had become a major pillar in my culture and identity, continuing to play a part in my relationships and actions today.

This last Monday and friend of mine showed me a video clip she took with her

When meeting new people, that is the most common question I receive. My tan complexion and my facial features would lead someone to believe that I am Filipino but the kinky curly hair that sits atop of my head would lead someone to believe otherwise. So the question remains: what am I?

“Sam, you have cancer” Dr. Kimmel told me with a tone that absorbed all of the energy in me like a black hole. I could feel all the happiness I once had slowly drain from me mentally, and I knew the physical part of me soon would start to fade. My family stood there in complete shock, soon after, my wife fell to her knees and filled the room with tears. My mind was racing, I lost all sense of who I was because I felt as if it didn't matter since I was going to die anyways. I didn't just have cancer, I had stage 4 brain cancer and nothing I could do, or anyone, would fix this. I knew it was bad when the MRI scans showed a massive tumor within my center of my head. My Stereotactic brain biopsy showed the cells were abnormal

Throughout my life, I have pushed myself to be involved in my community which has shaped me into who I am today. Freshman year, I went with a group of kids from my church to a homeless maternal shelter in a downtown suburb. It was Valentine’s Day, and as I walked through those gray halls lined with rooms, void except for a bed, blankets, and a crib, there was a sense of love underlying the visible emptiness. Coming together as one, families were united in the knowledge that sometimes the only way to keep going is to give all of who you are to someone else. As middle schoolers, love for us was quantified by the amount of Valentines cards you got on your desk. However, after seeing clearly through the eyes of women who had experienced its trials,

I fill many roles in my life, including but not limited to, brother, son, friend, and student. I strive to be the best at each of these roles as I can be, but at the same time remain true to my character. On my snowman, I have drawn images such as a basketball, a globe, and a taco. These are just a few things that I feel describe who I am. I am always doing my best to be who I am and not who others want me to see. As Shia Labeouf once said, “Your life is your life. Know it while you have it. You are marvelous.” Despite yelling things such as “Just do it!” in a similar video, Mr. Labeouf still manages to get a strong point across. I try to live by these principles, and know my life while I have it, and whenever I am feeling self-conscious, remember

When I was young, I was naive, and also pretty arrogant, as was everyone I presume. But, on the other hand, I also had two sides to define me: the first was this quiet, curious, and almost peculiar being who was engaged and would absorb everything (quite literally too.) The other being this reckless, yet selfless child who cared about others well-being more than his own. For as long as I can remember, I've always been this way. Good or bad, that's me.