Personal Narrative : Personal Differences

girl because of the predisposed judgments I received. Growing up I was a "Tomboy": I dressed like a boy, played like a boy, and got along with the boys. I had always played co-ed tee-ball, soccer, swim, and had never thought anything of the gender differences. Then, Little League started; I was the only girl on ‘The Marlins". The first practice the coach calls us in for a huddle around the pitcher's mound. He shouts, "Come on in boys!" our eyes meet. In a softer tone, he says, "Oh, and girl." Suddenly

All people recognize race due the distinctive differences of their skin colors. Africans, Europeans, and Asians can be distinguished at a glance since the races differ is obviously from each other. If a person stated they cannot recognize race, that would not be true. Personally, is how a person’s treat the race that matters. Anyhow, I was born in a war-torn country, thus, my family and I moved from one refugee camp to the next one in search for a safe and a better place to resettle. To make a long

Majority of siblings today experience different events in life whether it be their social interests, different personalities, even their age difference. My brother and I do not see eye to eye on a lot of things because of these factors. I tend to be more of a leader and he is more-so a follower. Travis is very anti-social and does not want to be involved in the world around him. Me, on the other hand, I want to see as much the world as I can and be involved in college and in the community. Although

There are seven continents, North America, South America, Antarctica, Europe, Asia, Africa and Australia. Yet I've only been to one continent, one town, and I only have one story to tell and it is about birthday with no friends. Maybe it will be different in America? Maybe I will be accepted in America, I mean it has to be an adventure, a whole new continent with a whole new set of adventure. My father starts to pack our outmoded clothing, and vacant dog cage. I had a flashback to when I was five

The first gender difference theory explains that topics that women generally communicate about are internal topics, whereas men talk about external topics. I was going through a hard breakup when I first came to school and I had no one at UK to talk to about it besides Hailey

What stops me from putting my views out there or trying to make a differences is one i'm young so you will always have people who are much older say she or he is too young to know what they're talking about. Or that I don't have enough schooling about politics in order to know what saying or to know what i'm trying to debate about for example would you lesson to the person who's had more experiences in learning in general or to a high school whose only taking civics for one semester . if i were

I joined the Make a Difference club on September 2016,where I completed my community service. I completed a total of 37.5 hours in the club. The Make a Difference Club helps the larger community/ neighborhood by helping or giving back to the community and the people. In the club you volunteer at events such as beach cleanup, park cleanup, and soup kitchen. The mission and purpose of the club is to help the students and community. At the Make a Difference club, my duties was volunteering at events

17-year difference. This is what came to my mind when my mom announced to our family that she was pregnant. Along with extreme shock and disbelief. It had always been me and my two little brothers, we had our own little family and routine. The beginning was rough and hard to get used to, for all of us. But that soon faded away. We all got used to the idea of having a new sibling, and my excitement really hit when I found out it was a little girl. This news soon became a dream come true. My mom was

Racing thoughts encircling in tangled ways always led me back to one question, “What difference would it make?” Throughout 3 years, I was never able to figure it out until my whole life shifted. However, I always believed in the simple fact that everything happens for a reason. Meaning that every decision I’d make was destined for me to get something out of it, either learning from my mistakes, bettering myself, or recognizing my bad habits. My first bump took place in high school; I

I remember middle school, grade seven to be specific, as some of the worst years of my life. But one day, in particular, remains ingrained in my memory, like a grass stain on your favourite pair of jeans. As far as I could tell the day was like any other. It was a brisk October morning. Mystery and excitement were in the air as Halloween approached. The only thing on my mind was what costume I would wear. Would I be a dead bride as I had been in grade four, though an older man identified me as