Personal Narrative: Strengthening The Nation

It was a small thing, the bright green of youth. I planted it on the 3rd, in my freshman year, with the Green Thumb Club at my high school.

America’s greatest gifts to my generation in my thoughts, are freedom, internet access, and jobs.These are only some of the things that this generation are available to.We have been given the opportunities that people would have wished to have.Even so, some people take those chances, and abuse them.Here is why I chose these three opportunities.

I have been a leading member of several clubs and teams throughout high school. At my previous high school, Casady, I was a leading member of the Multicultural Club. I presented the festivals and traditions of several cultures to my entire high school bimonthly, and organized bake sales and activities with the goal of increasing cultural awareness. I was also an avid debater at Casady, where debate was an offered class. However, policy debate was the only style of debate that students could learn about. In my freshman year, I was a policy debater, and I did very well in state competitions and at national tournaments, but I enjoyed the philosophical arguments much more than the political ones found commonly in policy debates. Therefore, I started a Lincoln-Douglas Debate team, which focused on philosophy throughout the eras. I

“Alright fellas, has anyone else got something to say to Shane Ferguson before he heads off to Mars.” Mr. Wright questions everyone as Shane will be gone from earth forever.

Sticky streams of red and blue slowly trickle down my infant hands as I stand on my front porch to soak up the Texas heat, hoping to keep cool with my patriotic treat. As my voice shakes, I recite a song to myself that I heard on the radio and tried to make sense of its alluring words. It is then that I hear the clicking of my mother’s heels approaching, followed by the scent of my father’s pungent cologne. I quickly pressed my lips against the bottom half of my popsicle and slurped up as much of my mess as I could. My parents’ imminent presence overwhelmed me with a desire for their attention. I tell myself to gloat about the words of this song to them. No, not with music. My eyes explore my surroundings and take note of the eternal spring

Muscles engaged and eye’s wide, the intensity flowing through my veins. About face on one, hands down on two, lift my leg to a needle elevating to place on her shoulder. While she swiftly pulls, a voice in my head counts five, six, seven, and on eight it snapped… and suddenly, my stomach became a sinking pit, and a wave of nausea hit.

The “American Dream” is very overwhelming or complicated to reach; only because of it is proven that once someone reaches the so called “American Dream,” after about five to ten years later they are no longer happy or content with what they have. The only way that makes this “dream” even remotely easy is working through all of the rough times with friends and family with determination and integrity.

Veterans are people who were willing to make a difference when no one else could or would. They left their families and set everything aside to serve their country despite an immense amount of difficulty and pain. Not only did veterans selflessly offer their service, but they also went through unspeakable experiences that permanently shaped them as a person. My aunt, Darrean Ziemski, is one of these veterans who sacrificed so much when she felt like she had so little. Always a strong role model to me, she has inspired me throughout my life. I have heard her story about her service in the Army before, but it never grows old because her sacrifice is timeless.

I’ve always felt like I don’t matter. I walked into my house when I growing up and instantly I was on my own. My mother would go through depressive episodes where she lock herself away from for days and when she came out, she was a shell of herself. I lived without love. She’d go through weeks of boyfriends and one by one I’d see them come and go. Only one stayed, but he was the worst. I’d wake up sometimes to him breaking plates or shouting drunkenly. My father died before I knew him and this was the only thing I had close to a father. He’d scream and yell and his roar sent me shivering back. He’d break me down and belittle me. To him I was just a disappointment. I wish it was different. I wish I could do something. The New School is my place

Wooden beams opened up the lofty ceiling to reveal rustic chandeliers. A marble fireplace swallowed the far wall, etched with imposing Shakespearean words. Everything was foreign; in the sea of suits too nice to be worn by 17-year-olds, my dress and heels took on an alien quality. The only women in the room were the ones standing beside me. The only people of color were the ones standing beside me. Indeed, the only public school kids were the ones standing beside me. This was Southern Bell, one of the most exclusive debate tournaments in the country. A tournament, I was informed on several occasions, I was lucky to even be attending.

Working together to make a change I never thought that working together can make a big difference.Just remembering the difference that I made to those people just made me glad about that day.Although I was not even planning to make a change.Although others might not think that someone can make a change I just found out that If one helps it may encourage others to also make a change.It was just a nice sunny, normal day and I was just planning on going to the In and out from the corner to grab nothing else but my favorite order #1.I loved my order because it was just the right thing for me to have enough energy to wait until dinner was served.As I approached to the window one of my friends Alexis already knew

I do think we've gotten better as a society. Although I think it would be difficult to pick up all the bad apples on the tree. History does repeat itself, I just hope it never happens again. And if it does, I also hope we can stop it in the nick of time.

Gods going to destroy it all later anyway. I can understand this outlook; I would be lying if I said I don’t sometimes think the same way, but if we can make a change as Christians and bring heaven to earth than no matter what the outcome of this world is, why would we not do what we know is right? Finally, third, it is virtual to those who believe in the good news work for a real and lasting change, not only in individuals but worldwide, through prayer and action. With that said Wright explains this in the last chapter “All Christian prayer, then, and supremely the Lord’s Prayer, enables us to be fully at home in God’s house, whichever door we come in by. But we don’t come in simply to rest and be refreshed. We enter to learn and share God’s

Turning the page and trying to be better each day can be a challenge. At times trying to make such transformations were difficult. As an only child, I did not have brothers and sisters to turn to so quickly for help. I relied on myself and sometimes that was not the best thing for me to do. Surrounding myself with people to help me was the first thing that I did. I watched other peers throughout my last years of high school like class representatives, teachers, counselors and their staff. Although I did receive some help from my parents, the majority of ideas that I began to input into my head came from others such as my peers. I felt like I could relate better with people who were my own age and held certain positions, whether it was

Citizen. The word automatically arouses thoughts of nationality and quite frankly, politics. However, could the word not also be applied to the organizations, teams, and families that we pledge allegiance to as well as our country? I believe that the pledges, connections, and commitments that we make personally, the things we truly put most of our time and effort into, are where a deeper citizenship lies. Undoubtedly, most hold devotion to their country, but how much greater is one’s devotion to his partnerships. I consider myself a citizen to quite a few organizations that I am fully committed to, such as dance. I believe that in many aspects of people’s lives they are more than just a part of something; they are a citizen to it.