Personal Narrative-That's The Way I Was Raid?

Culture shapes our identity and influences our behaviors. Living in California has been an open-minded journey for me because of diverse cultures, lifestyles, and people’s thought. Although, I learned to adopt the positive of a new culture and abandon the negative ones. It seemed like I could easily lose my cultural identity while I am accepting a new culture. However, After I took the class I even feel a greater appreciation on my own race, ethnicity and culture. I think my identity will never change. I will always consider myself as a Chinese because my own culture has shaped me into who I am no matter where I live and whom I married to.

On April 26, 2017 I was made eighth grade secretary. Last year Mrs. Trimble, our advisor, just had us in her advisory. Thirty minutes a week to organize immense school functions for a little over one-thousand students wasn’t enough time, imagine that. This year we have student council as an elective class, so we are allowed more time to do what we need to. This is extremely nice because we have a lot to do as a board. Student council positions in high school can open up opportunities to apply for scholarships and prepare you for future jobs. Soon enough, I’ll start thinking about those possibilities, but all the worry is worth

Throughout my three years at Barnegat High School I have strived to be a respectful, responsible and influential student and athlete. I have worked hard to stand out among my peers, be dedicated to everything I do, work towards achieving my personal goals and positively influence those around me. As an individual and a young adult, I believe it is the responsibility of younger generations to work towards being the best version of ourselves we can possibly be and positively contribute to others and our community. Overall, I aspire to be a well rounded individual and character that demonstrates the qualities of respect, citizenship, and responsibility.

Let me take you back to a time filled with pure joy fueled by a foundation of knowledge. For most, Valley Road Elementary School, appears to be simply a school. Yet its meaning is beyond that straightforward of a definition and much more lies within the walls. Valley Road will forever have a place in my heart as I recall all the great memories from the recorder concerts, book fairs, halloween parades, and cake walks. I have gained an immense amount of knowledge from my time there. Overall, it allowed me to aspire to dream and shaped me into the leader you see today. I found passions that drove me to attain such outstanding accomplishments and successes.

Let me preface this essay by exclaiming how much of an honor it’s been to be a Wildcat for past four years of my life. At Woodrow Wilson High School, I’ve experienced my fair share of ups, downs, and more importantly, growth. The challenges that the school has afforded to me have taught me the virtues of consistency, hard-work, patience, class, dedication, and diligence. I honestly believe that Woodrow has adequately prepared me for higher education and any of my ambitions beyond the academic sphere. But what are my ambitions? What do I want to do with my blank canvas of a future? What do I want to paint on it?

High school has been a transforming experience. None of us are the same as we were when we walked in as freshmen. Most of us have matured. Like many of you, I am thankful for teachers like Coach Adair and Ms. Dibble, who taught us not what to think but how to think. We have learned how to see the world from others’ perspectives after we have climbed into their skins and walked around in them. Thanks to Mr. Pacharne for teaching us how to work out math and physics problems. If it were not for the challenge and beauty of AP Physics, I would not have considered engineering. When I look back on my high school years, I will not remember what the Zimmerman telegram said or where the medulla is located, but I will remember the lifelong friends and mentors I made and the reasoning skills I

The year of 2012, I entered Red Oak High School as an adolescent who was fearful to walk down the hallway. The individual I was my freshman year compares nothing to the individual Red Oak has shaped me into today. During each passing day of my years as a student at Red Oak High School I failed to recognize how much had transformed me. The community, teachers, and coaches have formed me into someone who’s ready to strive and fulfill goals.

As my final year of high school ends, I can’t help but to feel a flurry of emotions: I’m thrilled for the future and its opportunities, I’m overjoyed to be experiencing the long awaited senior year, but more importantly, I’m a bit sad. I’m sad because I’m about to say goodbye to Virginia Beach City Public Schools, an institution I can proudly call my family. I’m so proud to be a part of VBCPS and I can only hope that the school system is as equally proud of me.

Today we are all gathered here for the final day of our 8th Grade school year here at Grange. Not only is this our final day of 8th grade, or our last day here at Grange, but it’s the last day of middle school! If we were to look back at everything we’ve learned in the last three years here, then I, and I’m sure you’d agree, would say without a doubt, that we are prepared for the next chapter of our lives, high school. All throughout these three years we have learned so many things. We’ve grown up from kids into young adults, and we’ve gained valuable life lessons. We’ve all worked so hard to be here, in a constant struggle to continue in our pursuit of success. Was it easy? Of course not, but we don’t grow when things are easy. We grow when we face challenges.

I do not believe in much aside from a few simple morals such as knowing right from wrong. There are no moments in my childhood worth mentioning and those that are I prefer to keep to myself. However what I can and choose to share are common experiences faced by many and that I too have experienced such as bullying, the divorce of two parents, having to constantly move from place to place, and always starting school as the new kid. Yet through all of it such experiences had no effect on shaping who I am today aside from a newly found sense of independence. Growing up I never cared nor did I worry about what I believed in because it didn’t matter at least not until somewhat recently.

2 Kings 20:05 – “. . . I have heard your prayer; I have seen your tears: behold, I will heal you.” Amplified

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

I think that the hardest challenges for me are self doubts, which the leads me to a state of anxiety. When I am faced with multiple projects or a larger-than-normal load of homework, I feel attacked and start to think negatively about my ability to be a good student and become better at the subjects that I have trouble with. In order to overcome these challenges, I usually remind myself that i need to work as hard as I can to make my parents proud and fulfill my dream of someday becoming a Biomedical engineer. If I am selected to be an Apprentice, i know that the extra help regarding college and scholarships and other related topics will help me immensely to learn more about how I am going to set myself up for the future. This program could

"Anything wrong?" He poked through the sheets and gazed at the inside of the fort. I was solemn in a corner, I shed my sweater and let my wings out, in nothing but jeans and a tank top. The back was low, as not to give my wings any unneeded friction. When the words so much as left his mouth, I felt my lungs chained up, prisoned in my ribs, looking out through the bars, wishing to speak, to breathe the air. I was not okay. But I couldn't voice myself. For the past few days, I've felt nothing but hollow, and a new species took over my body. I do not feel as if I'm making my movements, verbalizing my words, or seeing my sights. Everything seems to be grey now, like there's no life here, not in me or anyone else.

This is not a disclaimer except for the fact that most people would see it differently than me. Actually everyone would see it differently than me. I guess that says a whole lot about me. I had tried to be the considerate boyfriend any girl would wish, but it had all somehow turned into a three ring circus without the other two rings. Unfortunately, the only ring that mattered was the one that was currently occupying my wife’s hand. Now that was a story all of its own and no matter how many times I read the damn thing, it leaves me more confused each time.