Personal Narrative: The Three Things To Know About Me

This summer was pretty interesting and a tad bit boring. I sort of learned a little bit more about myself and how I could deal with things. Some things got a little rough along the way but that’s life for you. Everyone hits that rough patch in life at one time and point.

There was very many trials and events during this time, so much so I could write a book so this is really only the tip of the tip of the iceburg.

My identity product is the card that was put in my baby’s bassinet when she was born. It is pink, it has hearts and stickers my daughter’s and I demographics.

I was born in the 2000’s but I’m a complete 90’s kid. I grew up watching 90’s shows and listening to 90’s rap. I grew up listening to only rappers like Nas, Snoop Dogg, Tupac, Ice Cube, and also the rest of the rappers from N.W.A. I grew up watching people like Dave Chappelle and Chris Rock on tv. Growing up listening to 90’s rap music made me have a big appreciation for the lyrics in a song more than a beat. In 90’s rap the beat is always pretty miniscule and unelaborate. Most of today's rap has terrible or not understandable lyrics and just has a good beat.

Who am i? I am an individual who has achieved many goals despite a childhood and adolecense with much adversity. I grew up I Santa Clarita, California my child hood was realativley normal . My grandmother mary died, when I was 7 and my mother started drinking heavily . By the time I was 11 she was a raging alcoholic and was depressed most of the time. I was helpless, at the same time my father became a drug addict. As a result of her alcoholism my mother contacted cirrhosis and when I was 13 she passed away. I was devastated and too young to lose my mother.

What defines me is my drive to help people, and the adrenaline and mental high I get from doing it. I can accredit this to my Aunt Rhonda who was a Emergency Medical Technician (EMT) During my early childhood. I remember her letting me sit on her lap after she got back from a long weekend of volunteering, and me marveling over her stories of the shift. By the time I got to elementary school, I had started carrying extra band-aids in my backpack so as to save the life of a possible wounded classmate. When I got into middle school, I was familiar with the first responder standards of care and had my own basic medical bag. I spent my weekends reading “Grey's Anatomy” and watching endotracheal intubation demonstrations on youtube instead of doing my homework. But everything I

Currently I am a year away from a bachelor's degree, and on my pathway, to my degree, I have written countless papers, therefore I figured writing an autobiography was going to be simple, but I was surprised at how much I struggled to gather information about myself. It isn’t every day that people confront me and ask me who I really am or who I want to be. It isn't like I can open a textbook and read them the answers, or flip over my flash cards to find the answer. The reason the answer is so hard to come up with is due to the reality that life makes us forget who we are, and when we do take the time to reflect on it, it’s like uncharted territory or a chapter in a textbook you neglected to read before a test. Personally I frequently get caught up in the everyday motion of life to the point where I

I am a white American female. Another term that can be used to describe my race is caucasian. Some characteristics that come with my race include a fair skin tone and naturally light colored hair. I do not think that anyone can truly be a “pure” race because family trees expand genetically within multiple races, especially in current times. People of all races are reproducing and creating a more mixed environment than ever before.

All things considered, I do consider myself today, to have a strong sense of self, and understanding of my own personal identity. The phases and circumstances of my adolescent years shaped me to be the strong independent woman I am today, but withstanding this journey, there were some aspects of my identity that I had considerable struggles with. As stated in earlier passages, my internal struggle with my intellectual self was a difficult and long battle, and although today I sit here writing a paper for a graduate school course (something 6 years ago was not an option) I still struggle with the drive to make right my academic failure of my past. Like my academic struggles, another internal identity conflict I tussled with for a very long was my racial and ethnic identity.

It’s been one whole week till my identity has been removed it’s been hard on me I miss my family how everything use to be before my life did this whole twist around before i continue let me explain how it all happened. *Recap last week* it’s Monday January 25, 2016 i wake up in the morning for school do my usual routine wake up , shower, brush my teeth, get dressed watch tv, and get on the bus but today felt unusual i just didn’t feel like me at all so once i get out of bed i head to the bathroom to shower and personal hygiene without looking in the mirror like i usually do i just jump in the shower still feeling not myself i hop out and brush my teeth etc. as i wipe the mirror i notice my hand was.. different so i hurry and finish wiping the

What do I feel you should know about me? I think as myself as a well-rounded student all together. I think you should know that I enjoy English much better than math, and a large percent of my other classes. Sometimes, it takes me a moment or two to understand a new lesson. At other times, I catch on fast. It just depends on if I can wrap my head around the concept we are learning. When it comes to writing papers I tend to get writer’s block quite often; however, when I think of something to write, I try to stick with it and add more and more to that subject. Occasionally I procrastinate homework (don’t we all), but I try to stay on top of things. I do make sure to get all of my homework in on time.

There is a lot to learn about me, but here are just a view things. First, I live at home with both of my parents and I have two younger sisters. I also have a three year old dog named Ella. She is a pointer beagle mix. Most of my time I spend outside of school and on weekends dancing. I am on a competitive dance team at Vibe Dance Center. One of my other hobbies is playing the piano. This year will be tenth year playing the piano. My parents love to travel so I have been to the majority of the states in the US. I have also been to Mexico and Canada. This year for spring break we are going to Costa Rica. When we are there we will spend have of it in the jungle and the other have in the mountains. That is all there is to know about

At the sunset of another beautiful summer’s day, Bella sat on the back porch at the Black’s house, waiting for Jake to return from a run into town for car parts. According to their routine that summer, she’d finished her classes over at the community college and then, came over to the res to hang out with him and “his boys” as he referred to them. With a smirk, she shook her head. “His boys” consisted of Quil and Embry, his closest friends and confidants since he became Alpha because as they say, some things never change for those three had been best friends ever since they drew their first breath.

What makes me me is unique because out of 7.5 billion, not even two people are the exact same. But to answer the question, what makes me me is my surroundings, my feelings and reaction. It could be my parents, my friends, students at school, basically anything that has movement, opinion and a voice. I say my surroundings because there are ways people are expect to behave and be in public or around any certain group of people, it molds you so that you acts that way. For example, my parents, they love me and pay for everything I own, most importantly, they give me a shelter, food and water (the things you have to have for survival); if they give me a roof on my head, I have to follow their rules and requirements. My friends impact me because

Finding who I am. It was one of the most confusing processes ever, but one of the most important. It helped give me insight into not just myself, but others too. My beliefs give me guidelines on how to live my life and how I treat others, but it wasn’t always that easy and straightforward. It took a lot of trial and error for me to find who I really am, but those trials helped me form my belief process and they hold a lot of importance to me.