Personal Narrative: The Way I Am Today

You want to know what shaped/molded me as student. Wow, that's a funny qurstion! I believed I didn't know what made me who I am, but as I look back and forth, I realized, it was me. I am my own motivation. I don't look up to anyone, I just look forward to something. I am a believer, dreamer, achiever, and wonderer. As I look around me and see how my family and others of a different and same ethnicity living their whole life on a budget, barely making ends meet, I tell myself I will be better and become better. I will not let my surroundings select or change the way I am. When I was younger, I believed everything would just come and fall into my arms. I wanted to be all of the occupations I seen on TV. I planted in my head that I would be a

While growing up at around the age of six my family and I moved to America. At the time I only knew a few words and they were "Hi, and, the" Only way I knew those words was from sneaking into the room where my parents used to have English class and hiding under the table. I would stay quiet and listen to what was being said while at the same time trying to get a good look on what was on the white board that was leaning against the wall until someone would notice me under the table and make me leave the room.

In this essay, I will be talking about some of my characteristics and answering the question of who am I?

I was 3 years old when I start to studied in a school in San Miguel de Allende with a German educational system much known as Waldorf education, I learned interacting with nature while I was developing some skills, my parents always said that they don´t know exactly at what age I learned to read, write, multiplication, add, subtract, etc… they have never listened from me about a homework or a test.

One... Two... Three... Four... Five... I take a deep breath. It's the only thing I can do to keep myself from screaming. I'm looking at one of my co-drum majors, and he's staring at me with his eyebrows raised. A freshman waits to the side of us, hands on her hips as she waits for us to get our lives together. When I told her she needed to safety pin her shirt together to adhere to the dress code, he had loudly professed that I was just being overdramatic and she didn't really need to listen to me. I pulled him aside, and our argument continued in a similar fashion. Fast forward five minutes, and I eventually told her she could go but needed to wear a more appropriate to the next night's band practice. He had won, but he didn't understand

There are those who know from birth exactly who they are--chef, lawyer, doctor, gymnast-- and there are those who take a little longer to figure it out. Until very recently, who I was or who I wanted to be was as unclear as it could get. You could say I was one of those cliché teenagers who was longing to "find themselves"; hoping that one day the fog would lift, and my eyes would be opened.

Moving from place to place not much other than family remain constant and that too takes a different shape with time and makes me both accustomed to change and more importantly, prepared for it. Moving every few years is a gift and a curse, giving you a clean slate when you both need it and when you do not want it. It is always difficult to move away from good friends, teaching me to remember all those who left a mark on me .

In my Life, I have had many experiences that have shaped me into the person that I am Today. One experience being when I was able to volunteer at the Booker T. Washington Nursing Home with the Hopewell Baptist Church Sisterhood Ministry that is based in Shreveport. Our objective was to keep the Elderly patients company and we decided entertain them by engaging in Bingo and giving them gifts in the forms of cookies, snack cakes, and toiletry items. To be perfectly honest, I didn’t know what to expect upon my arrival at the nursing home.

In 1995, I was asked to relocate to a different city. I had lived in Cincinnati and the surrounding area all of my life. My entire biological family was there (well, except the ones in south central Kentucky, but that’s another story). All my friends were there. I was well-rooted into my church (my real family). Everything. All that I knew in life was in Cincinnati. All my ex’s lived in, not Texas, but Cincinnati. We accepted the call and in the last days there, I sat in shock of what I was about to do. Uncertainty was overwhelming One day as I sat quietly, I heard a still, small say, “Pam, I have taken care of you in Cincinnati, you know I will take care of you in this new city.” I was instantly in peace.

So today, I am 5 months and 29 days clean of my eating disorder and 5 months and 13 days clean from self-harm. I feel like im human again. I may not be where i need to be, but i am definitiley in a better place than i was a year ago. It's taking me a while to fix all the broken things within myself, but slow progress is still progress. Let me tell you though, recovery is terrifying when you don't know who you are without your sadness. One thing i always got told though that will forever stay with me is, " You are not what he did to you. You are not what she said to you. You are not what they think of you. You are you." because loving yourself first is the most important key to feeling better about everything and trusting, not only those around you, but yourself. Make yourself a priority once in a while. Self

I've been thinking about my childhood as of late, especially ever since I found out who my brother and father are and how evil they are. I was just a teenager when I was thrown into a war I wasn't prepared for, I didn't even know about the shadow world or shadowhunters until I bumped into Jace, Alec, and Isabel at the Pandamonium club. I'm glad I found out who I really am, but I can see why my mom protected me form this world of shadows. My father is evil and he also turned my brother into something horrendous, but if they weren't evil, I wonder what things would be like. I imagine that my mother would have stayed with Valentine and Jonathan (Sebastian) would have been a normal shadowhunter, not a hybrid. He would have green eyes with blond hair instead of black eyes and silver hair, he would have been my older brother and would probably still alive.

There have been many people that has helped me be the person I am today and has help get to where I am today. It’s only right for me to give back to my community and the future generations that will make a difference in this world. I may or may not be able to donate my money but I can help them with something better, what I know best, which is the right mindset and person to be a great athlete . Since I have experience in playing sports and there are many things I can teach them, physically and mentally. Also coming from a championship team, I know what it takes for a person not just to be a great player but also a great teammate. I can volunteer my time with younger athletes and teach that there are more to sports than just sports. I know

At work, I belong to the coffee club and the water club. I do not even like water or coffee I just wanted to belong. At home, my cupboards are filled with many cups. Cups I bought at Disneyland, Universal Studios, museums, and from some musicals, I have attended. I buy every cup I like at Starbucks, and when my family sees a cup, they purchase it for me. I give my family cups, and my favorite friends cups. Even though I have many cups, I drink from a Styrofoam cup, because I do not want to wash my cup. I want to fill my cups but I am not willing to wash them after I use them. This is just like my life I have many hats and many jobs, but where do I truly belong? Where I am at peace, and where do I best sever the Lord? I surround myself

The choice that was the most frightening helped me grow as a person. Challenges pushed me to the best of my abilities. I had to take a risk and explore the unknown to understand my fear.

I'm going to tell you a story about how I ended up where I am. When I was 4 and could semi speak in sentences, I began talking to someone, no one fake and made-up, no stranger either. They were completely real, but they had the power to hide from my parents but only I could see them. My parents asked who I was talking to, I pointed to right behind them but my friend turned himself invisible. They turned back around to face me, something was wrong, it was shining in their eyes. They left without saying a word, only looking down, shaking their heads. Later that night I remember hearing them argue. I tried listening to what they were saying, but I couldn't understand any of the words they were using. They seemed.....foreign. Spanish maybe? I just