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Personal Narrative: The Welts Of Disillusionment

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I am eighteen-years-old and I am cartwheeling towards the inescapable thing called reality. I am idealistic and probably naive; which are most definitely symptoms of the “I wanna save the world” spark surging throughout my body. I feel like a little girl in a game of hawkish dodgeball; I am pelted with balls of frenzy that shake my consciousness. Here comes poverty and ethnic prejudice. Duck! Societal expectations and corporate greed. The welts of disillusionment require me to do something.

I am eighteen-years-old and everyone seems to think the world is unfixable. But, I hear, watch, and read about these amazing individuals like Susan B. Anthony and Frederick Douglas; strong, intelligent, and honorable people. People that see something wrong

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