Personal Narrative: The Stereotypes Of Girls

Warm pg.7 It’s what you feel when a best friend is waiting for you early after work, cause they knew the horrors of a long workday. The work carpets are torn like they went through a paper shredder, and stained like they threw a wine party on the floor. Its even hard make out what they were prior from being trampled by the hoards of countless shoppers. Getting in the car and throwing my shoes off to sound of my favorite song on repeat is Nirvana after the hell I struggled trough. When your friend reaches in the back seat and the smell of a veggie burger and fries fills the air. All that in total might not sound like much but its warm to

Today I am talking about how my best friend and I met. My best friend’s name is Sydney Rott. The story of how we met is a cliché but I am going to explain it anyway. We didn't know each other up until my Sophomore year and her Junior year.

“Just because your feet fit perfectly in your mothers shoes does not make you a woman,

However, I do feel as though I wouldn’t have made those mistakes if your actions hadn’t have impacted me as much as they did. You treated me so poorly that it still bothers me enough for me to keep trying to talk to you about it. Back in 6th grade, which I know was a long time ago, I really didn’t know anyone and I was introduced to you by Seyenah in gym class that first quarter of school thinking that, because we both played basketball, we could be friends. Maybe I was a little over excited and came off a bit too eager but it was because I thought I had a chance of making some friends finally. We did have every class together and that happened to be probably just as exasperating for you as it was me. Instead of talking to me and telling me

Everything was so new and yet so familiar. Places I have seen and places I have not. A new and funny feeling swam through my body unsure what to think about this feeling. Never felt it before, and I somehow knew it wouldn’t be that last.

So, I've seen a lot of articles about girls writing to a certain group of guys who treat girls with little thought. There are articles about guys being players and guys who can't seem to be tied down or stay in a relationship. Well, I'm here to say that I am the girl version of that guy. Even though I see myself settling down someday, I can't keep a relationship going for more than a few months.

People constantly let me down. I constantly let myself down. I have been like trump and built a wall around my life. You on the other hand have a superpower no other person has. You can phase through walls, and you have mine. You're the only person I trust to not let me down. I want to keep you that way. I don’t want to take away that superpower or I will be all alone inside my walls. Your different Ashleigh. I am getting all mad about the smallest things because around this time is when I have been starting to get cheated on. So I am paranoid that I am going to lose you like I lose everything else. I don’t try to get worked up, it is just my inner self telling me “Hey! Remember that thing that happened around this time in your relationship. Yeah, it might be happening again.” But everytime that happens, you just walk through those walls and make everything better. You make me a better person. Instead of having those walls maybe you can help me build a window and a door and stuff so I can start to open up again. I want you to be the person to do that, and you have those

I sat in the seat, even more scared than when I started. My heart was beating fast, and sweat dripped down my face. My mother could see how nervous I was and tried to comfort me, but no words could change my expectations now. The ride began with a loud noise and the cart began to move. Soon we would start our slow ascent to the peak of the roller-coaster with my anxiety continuing to grow. Until finally we reached the precipices and the cart stopped as we all looked at the steep slope we would soon plummet down.

The first day of kindergarten I distinctly remember Those hugs and excitement later turned into hellos, those hellos’ later turned into once in a while smiles, those smiles later turned into oblivion. We made new friends. This happened over and over, like a routinely habit you couldn’t break. Friends were like replaceable pieces; I guess that meant we weren’t really friends.

Around this time my freshman year (holy crap... that's two years ago) I only had a handful of friends and now not much has changed. Except I've weeded through the fake ones and brought in the good ones... but there is only one person who has stuck through all of

A girl was born and given dolls and miniature furniture (1-3) to help mold her into what society believe she will become when she grows up. As she hit puberty a classmate made fun of her saying you have a great big nose and fat legs (5-6). Although she was healthy, intelligent, and possessed strong arms and back (7-8). The girl tried to apologize for what she thought was wrong, but she felt it was too late everyone already formed an opinion and thought she was ugly.

I like men, as in I only date men. Other than that most of them piss me off. I couldn’t tell anyone how many men have made me mad in just this year, and i’m not someone who gets mad very easily.

"For most of history, anonymous was a woman", quotes Virginia Woolf. (1) Throughout history, women’s lives were restricted to domesticity and family, and they were left oppressed and without political voice. Over the decades the roles of women have dramatically changed from chattels belonging to their husbands to gaining independence. Women became famous activists, thinkers, writers, and artists, like Frida Kahlo who was an important figure for women’s independence. The price women paid in their fight for equality was to die or be imprisoned along with men, and they were largely forgotten in written history. However, the roles they took on were wide-ranging which included working in factories, tending the troops, taking care of children

As I walked out of my nine-story apartment complex, I saw an interesting array of faces. Mixed genders, some male, some female, all very different deep down inside. I study their faces, wondering what it'd be like to walk a day in their shoes. Some people are like open books,

The night before we began our journey to Orlando, I didn’t get much sleep. My eyes were wide open like an owl most of the night, tossing and turning under my cloudy soft comforter thinking about what awaited me the next 24 hours. I have always been interested about what it would be like to go on a roller coaster, but I hated the feeling of weightlessness like a balloon. I even hated going on elevators, just the thought of all that force sent a shivering sensation throughout my body that made me agonizingly uncomfortable. Nevertheless, there was a roaring lion fearlessness within me that wanted to indulge on this endeavor. In the morning we pack the family SUV as if we were sardines in a can and headed out to Islands of Adventure.