Personal Narrative: Paldron Of Reality

My real age test placed me at 38.4 years old, just .9 under my actual age of 39. Apparently, I am doing what is necessary to maintain my age. The survey pointed out a number of things I am doing well, most notably are, my cholesterol level, which is quite low, my solid sleep schedule, which enables me to get 7 hours or more a night, having a healthy amount of sex, a solid social life with friends and family, life perspectives that reduce stress, and experiencing few financial difficulties all help me stay younger. Additionally, eating nuts, having breakfast regularly, minimizing red meat, and maximizing frequency of eating fish all contribute to reducing my “RealAge”. However, there are a number of things I can do to decrease my RealAge.

This past year, I have been apart of Naperville Central’s brand new Special Spaces club. When my friend approached me and asked me to join, I agreed even though I had no clue what I was involving myself in. In retrospective, I can honestly say that becoming a part of Special Spaces has been one of the most meaningful, fun, and fulfilling experiences I have had in high school.

The stone was cold and I could feel the pain swelling up inside. I took a step towards the edge, I thought to myself, “One more step and the worries would end…” if only it was that easy.

I quickly swallowed my homemade authentic Indian food leftovers and gulped down my chocolate milk. Looking down at my watch that read 11:28am, I knew that I only had two minutes until my most favorite part of the day: recess. This particular day in 5th grade, I had run a lap around the playground before getting the rest of recess to myself. As I started walking for my warmup, another student ran up and said, “My parents said that your people caused 9/11.” Completely caught off guard, I held back the tears in my eyes and tried to shake off his comment. I had never encountered something like this.

Jogging back up the drive, I drew near to the fence gate. With one swift movement, I unlatched the lock and opened the door. The gate creaked and my body froze. Maybe I should go to the red book, the thought trickled into my mind. See if it's still there, or better yet, dispose of it in the trash. For five seconds, I remained motionless then impulsively I rounded the fence and strode down the length of the wooden wall. The trees from the forest pressed near me, casting dark shadows, and for a second, it felt as if they were glaring down from their lofty height. A cool ominous breeze push passed me and my eyes scan wildly when suddenly I stopped. At the place where the red book was was a pile of orange leaves. Bending down, I began rustling my fingers through the foliage, but to my surprise, instead of a book...there was an old worn sweater? It wasn't possible, a red sweater? I had seen the book, or at least, I thought I had. A shiver ran through me. It was happening

Some people are born with talents, others with brains, and some with beauty. However, I would like to think I was born with all the above, but most of all I was born with the innate gift of serving others. While growing up as a preacher’s kid, I witnessed my father help others by empowering them, motivating them, and praying for them. Observing how supportive my dad was of others I thought I want to do the same thing, but I knew I did not want to be a preacher. Growing up as a beautician’s daughter, I watched my mother improve others by building their self-esteem, being a listening ear, and sharing knowledge when necessary. I recall looking at my mother thinking I want to be that type of person when I grow up. I lacked the talents and creativity

There are many avocations that I would chose from. But, more specifically, I would aspire to be a unique, “at home style” photographer. Being able to capture simple moments in a strange place like Elsewhere seems so interesting to do. Each day I would grab my camera, go outside, stroll around and observe nature. I would be able to go outside and capture moments of people, the warm sky, or anything that I would want to. The thing is, there are no limits to photography

Any single human experience can only properly be judged by that human’s amount of dread or anticipation in it’s beginning or end.

Omg what if you could talk to everyone with just one object. That would be heaven wouldn't it well guess what. You can isn't that awesome and all you gotta do is one thing or a couple. So if you would like to talk to everyone with just one thing do what i say. Well first ask your parents or if you're an adult take your car and go to the store and go ask where are your wifi boxes and of course do not go to a grocery store go to a store like walmart or something like that and ask them where their wifi boxes are and they will tell you it really doesn't matter what one you get then you check out buy it and then go home and find a spot where you wanna put it and then put it there and then put it there and if you can't figure out

I have always said that without my faith I would either go crazy or kill myself. It wouldn’t be long before I found out.

Something Out of Nothing…. I always thought that something was missing in my life, especially in my youth. However, I would never take the time to find out what it was. I guess you could say that I was distracted by outside opinions which I allowed to root inside me. As a child, my self-esteem was basically none existent and I stuttered badly. I can remember being laughed at in class when being called on to read and even seeing the teacher holding back her laughter. The thing that hurt the most was when the teacher told me that I wasn’t going to amount to much when I grow up. Not knowing at that time how to use to those words as fuel to push me to prove her wrong, instead I allowed it to hinder me and to fester in my mind. I was enrolled in remedial classes

On June 4, I died. Well, metaphorically speaking. Let me rephrase that— I was reborn.

What if you can only pick a movie, book, or tv show that would not be destroyed.? we would love to save all differents kind of movies, books, and tv shows, but you can only pick one! I would pick the tv show spongebob, the divergent book and movie, and diners drive-ins, and dives .

The outside of my mask represents what I show or represent the world. The blue on my mask represent my calm and relaxed thoughts. Several people have told me that I seem relaxed all the time. Also, the blue represents positive thoughts, since I seem to be always positive outside. The eyes are closed also because I looked relaxed and calmed. The zipper symbolizes how I am introverted and shy. I would not talk unless you talk to me. My archetype is the caregiver, I do love taking care of other people more than me. These are the personas I show the world.

Perception is defined by Merriam Webster (2016) as: “a result of perceiving: observation; a mental image; awareness of the elements of environment through physical sensation; quick, acute, and intuitive cognition” (Webster, 2016) Reality is defined as “the quality of being real; something that is neither derivative nor dependent but exists necessarily; in actual fact” (Webster, 2016) Our text tells us that our individual perceptions are formed by our “culture, tradition, and our overall upbringing” (text pg188)