Personal Narrative: Punk

I am from Manson, Iowa. A small town outside the more known town, Fort Dodge. I was born into a family that keeps together even though we are states apart. My mother was the one who raised me, I may know my biological father's name, but I don’t know his story and why he didn’t want to partake in my life. This has never stopped me from expressing myself in ways that was different from the people in my hometown. I would quietly listen to the teacher and doodle in my notebooks, causing me to not pay attention as well as I should have. Growing up however I was a loud kid, I was well known among my friends. I had a large variety of acquaintances but I had one best friend who I could never replace. She understood me like no other, people thought

We were traveling but then we stopped when we got to Independence Rock. It was a resting place which was really big! It looks like a whale which is cool, also we wanted to come here by July 4 and we did make it. We decided to stay for 1 night because we also needed to rest our animals and we needed to rest. Since it was July 4 we sang, ate, and laughed and talked to each other. We also carved our name on the rock with grease made from Pine Tar and Hog Fat. Their were already lots of name carved which was very cool, I wonder ped to myself how long people have been traveling. We talked more until we were all tired so we decided it was best to rest for we can wake up tomorrow much more better.

I found relaxing bamboo flute music on YouTube when I was doing bad in school. This soothing flute music helped me to control all my built up energy. I feel like this music helped me to concentrate and it also helped me focus. It was during the middle of freshman year I realized that I had a lot of trouble concentrating so I looked up relaxing music. Once I heard the bamboo flute I felt it calm me down. Like when I listen to this music I can concentrate better. When ever I am upset or angry I put this song on and my feelings just go away, it's like the music puts me into a dreamland. Growing up I always would have a hard to paying attention and concentrating but when I heard the bamboo flute I felt like it changed me.

This was the first day of the music festival, Woodstock. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach as April looked back at me, her smile bright like the sun or that awful salmon colored shirt. April was bursting with excitement as she jump up and down while others stared at her. It was probably because they never seen a pregnant woman jump. April was rich, 9 month pregnant widow who models for a living. She loved music so much, she was willing to go to a crowded, claustrophobic area just for music, even if she was about to burst. I thought it was going to be a simple ‘listen to groovy music and head home’. I never thought that April would get mad mood swings, lose herself in a wave of people, and actually break her water.

My Singstunde choices depict some aspects of my ongoing journey of finding meaning and finding my place in this life. Recently, I have been faced with uncertainty concerning who I am and what I want to contribute to this world. This is my last semester of my Senior year at Regis and I feel so thankful for the specific purposeful educational opportunity that I have been granted. Now, it is my turn to figure out how to live a meaningful life and how to best use this amazing Jesuit education. I hope that the Jesuit ideals, that have grown so close to my heart, can help inform a path to helping others in the most effective way that I personally can accomplish given my personality, strengths and weaknesses. While I know this searching for the right

One aspect of my identity that has shaped my life experience and the way I see the world is my race. I am an African- American who has Nigerian descent from both parents. Growing up African American is hard for many of us, but we always come together to help each other out. We get judged for our skin color, religion, sexuality, and economic status. When I was younger, I always thought about what other people would say about me and how I looked. Even though it was hard seeing how other races portrayed my race, I have learned to embrace my skin color and not let anybody judge me. The society believes that African Americans are lazy, uneducated, and violent. Things people say about me and my race only make me want to prove myself to them that I am proud of my race and would never change myself for anybody.

The decade of rock history that interests me the most was the sixties. It interests me for many reasons. One of them is that this decade begins to include social consciousness and political statements in music. This catches my attention because before I thought that most music already had these topics. Another reason is that and bubblegum music started out in this decade. I didn't know what these genres of music were until I found them on the website.

There are many groups that I am able to identify myself with, but the most principal community that I am a part of is the music community. This may seem a little general at first, but I think naming it the music community fits just right. At first, the people involved with music like band, orchestra, or choir seem like a complete mismatch of students ranging from all ideologies and cultures. In reality, we all have something in common: the love for music. This seemingly simple shared interest, is something that binds us together. We all work hard to progress and improve our musical skills whether we are together or doing a solo. Having a common obstacle is what bonds people together. That obstacle is having the ability to perform the song or

my studies. It was there that I would max out my library card to read

cannot repent for my past actions, but be dearly warned that once you follow this path you cannot turn back. A night like any of which that is common for winter here in Arkham, the chilling winds howl against the cold silence of the dark. The Lich street graveyard was the place I spent most of my time. The dead and quiet don’t disagree with you when you present with preposterous queries. Above was the darkness of the void that holds the light. Stillness was around me and I was around it. The sky above burnt open revealing a terrible secret to whom only a few still know.

People may think of music as random noise. As for me, I thought so, too. Two years ago my best friend introduced me to a band called Panic! At The Disco. For a more pop-genre person, listening to an alternative rock band was not of interest. For the sake of her constant asking, I gave them a chance. One day, I put in my earbuds and stumbled across this one song, “Trade Mistakes” by Panic! At The Disco and it changed my perspective of music.

Another thing at the Fall Fest was food. There was a ton of food like nachos. I wanted to try some nachos, but they were $3.50 for a small amount of them. The fact that the food was expensive for such a small portion is the only reason I wouldn’t want to pay for it. In school event like Fall Fest I also believe food should be free for all the students. It is supposed to be a school celebration right? Fall Fest and Spring Fest are special schoolwide events so why not have free food for those two events? A slice of pizza is the only food I even ate, which wasn’t very good at all might I add. My favorite food is probably pizza, but that pizza was not my favorite. Never have I been so disappointed with food in my

This was a topic I was very nervous to talk about. Rock bands, punk rock, post hardcore and so many other types of alternative music aren’t always liked by everyone. So this is me getting out of my comfort zone and just telling everyone the day that bands changed my life. So hold on to something because this is about to get good.

Racing at night going One-hundred and forty miles an hour on US-27 holding the lead, Shift six gear, speed topped out at two-hundred miles per hour passing by cars smoothly. I chanted I am immortal, I am a god! while I pushed my sports bike to its limit. Suddenly a black car approaches. WHAM! I get Rammed from behind and lose control of my bike slamming into a Semi-truck up ahead. Lights out. When I peeked my eyes, I saw 4 humans around me. Thump after thumb I believe I was in an ambulance rushing down the turnpike. I looked around and the first words that came to my head are “Rick this is just a dream”. This is the story of how I escaped from an illegal laboratory that clones and modifies humans.

In the first telling of my personal narrative, I did not consider including what had led me to a point where I began to embrace my identities and become proud of my heritage as Korean. There were many factors that led me to be who I am today. The reason for leaving out the information was because there were so many people and occurrences that led me to the point where I am now. For example, moving to different elementary school where there were more diverse body of students, annually performing at the Mosaic in the Korean pavilion, my parents being a positive role model, and becoming a volunteer teacher at the Korean Language School are some of the reasons which have led me to be who I am today. As I was surrounded by people who were interested