Personal Narrative: Yechud

It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.

I have lived in only one location my entire life: Edwardsville, Illinois. A peripheral suburb of St. Louis, it stands as the rare oasis of people in a desert of corn, pinned in its own personal bubble. Due to this blend of time and isolation, I developed a natural familiarity with my hometown. But, throughout my childhood, I longed to break free from the confines of the bubble and venture outward. However, this changed last summer, as I walked through Richards Brickyard, our family heirloom, that my great-grandfather, Benjamin Richards, founded over 120 years ago. I felt these childlike sentiments slip away. The bubble that had surrounded me for so long began to vanish, and the picture that it had been obscuring was slowly revealed.

In life we may go through hardships that take us down a path that benefits us in the future and make us stronger individuals. These hardships can influence a person’s life by making us face obstacles we don’t want to face and

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

After years of harassment, I concluded that the only way to end this torment was to change myself. I deepened my voice and regulated my actions, concealing the qualities that made me, me. For a while, it worked; the bullying had ceased, and I eventually fit in. However, after eighth grade, after I had finally managed to

In elementary school, I was a very good student, but that did not stop my classmates and even my teachers from belittling me. I loved learning: from the mysteries of science to the wonders of the gods of Olympus. At the end of one school year,

I, Deputy Gough received a call reference a white Ford truck driving in the Gamester trailer court all over the roadway. Upon my arrival I spoke with David Vore and Jennifer Vore. Jennifer Stated that Randy was the driver of the white Ford truck that said, “All Good Construction.” David and Jennifer both stated that they saw the truck drive through the yard hitting a slow child at play sign and the stop sign.

Being a freshman, in a new school, a new city, even a new state, frightened me going into my first day of school as a high school attendee. Chaparral High School in Phoenix, Arizona was considered to be the top high school in the state of Arizona, however it sure was not for me. There was an ample amount of kids who believed they were better than the kid next to them because of the money their parents possessed. This characteristic began to grow on me; without my own awareness. Furthermore, I began to talk back to my parents, acted as a terrible brother to both my two younger brothers who looked up to me, as well as, my friends back in El Paso, Texas did not even want to talk to me. I had become a monster in all my friend’s eyes.

Part 1: To be perfectly honest, I’ve never had a time where I have felt very isolated or very included in a school setting, well not a time that is particularly memorable. But, from talking to my friend, Caroline, she remembers her senior year of high school she was had a writing class and the majority kids in that class were the “cool/popular kids.” She recalls many instances where her teacher, Mrs. Upadhyay, would mock or make fun of the questions she would ask or the comments she would make in class. There was one instance where there were a group of popular boys in class and they were insanely chatty. Her teacher never asked them to stop talking but when Caroline turned to her partner to ask a question she was immediately called out. Another instance was when Mrs. Upadhyay was lecturing and a lightbulb went off in Caroline’s head. She thought she would say something that would really impress the class and help them understand the lecture. She raised her hand, when her teacher saw it instead of calling on her she chose to ignore her. Caroline thought it was okay though, she would wait until Mrs. Upadhyay was finished. Shortly there after, a popular boy raised his hand and she stopped her lecture to call on him. Caroline was completely appalled by this. She immediately cut off the

The unfortunate event began a completely new and terrifyingly dreadful life experience in which all my previous hard endeavors of securing the structurally sound habit of dedication, commitment, and studying I exercised extensively during my senior year, with the inner weapon of possessing powerful agency to absorb material with an extreme passion and letting my heart beat madly on long-distance runs whenever possible were indeed losing their color at a quickening pace. Suddenly I began to doubt my worth and the world’s lessons soon disappeared from my unawakened consciousness. The delicate networks of improvement and inner faith were becoming swept into a tide wayward, far out to sea where the light of my touch couldn’t embrace it.

Recalling my childhood, my voice did not seem to resonate beyond the small circumference of space around me. I was so quiet that I resolved to thinking that the world had defective ears. But now, I have that louder voice around friends, family, and anyone I meet. With this newfound confidence, I have taken initiative in my school and community through my club MediKid. Although these changes seem to have happened quickly, one specific experience unlocked the characteristics of the personality within me.

During the course of my middle school and high school education I have always found that teachers, peers, advisors, and even my parents have put labels on me. A.D.H.D., hyper, loud, distracted, daydreamer, and perhaps the worst and most sad… Failure. I used to believe these words and labels used on me and my grades though out high school reflected it. It wasn't until a teacher by the name of Susan Spees showed a little interest and hope in my that I excelled exceptionally in my grades. She believed in me and that was the little push I needed to try harder and actually focus on my work. Susan was a special educations teacher that had worked with many “troubled” kids. Kids that most teachers would call disobedient, loud, hyper, violent, dysfunctional. I

Four years had passed since my transformation, and I have gotten bullied and looked down on because of it. I reached my math class just as the bell rang. I sat down at the seat in the far left corner, away from any potential bullies. “Goodmorning class, today we will start on page forty-five.” Mr. Hayes stated dully, grabbing the roll call list. ‘Here we go’ I thought to myself. Mr. Hayes was going through the list when he stopped at my name. “Phoenix?” He called out. I raised my hand, “My name is Fiona now, not Phoenix.” He looked at me confused. “ It clearly shows your name

There are many things that I want SHAD to know about me, like the fact that I am collaborative or imaginative. But these are just traits that almost every person has in them. What I want SHAD to know about me is that I do not accept defeat/denial or disapproval. I strive to achieve to what my extent is, even if my extent isn't very high. My life consists of very small and minuscule(y) important things. My parents do everything for me. This is what I want to change. When I had states that I do not accept defeat; It means, in other terms, that I am unstoppable. If I were to have given a task that seems virtually impossible, I will find some way to achieve, even if the task doesn't necessarily need myself to do that task. I have, several time

The lifestyle during public school consisted of a carefree and lax atmosphere where I’ve accustomed myself to a belief of hedonism. The homework and exams were relatively easy; for this, I’ve busied myself with physical activities, video games, and friends. In the goodwill of my parents, my parents decided to transfer me to an IB based charter school where at first I wasn’t concerned about anything. I was confident in my abilities to be successful in another school because I obtained a letter A plus grade in public school. Although I was confident in my abilities, my grades didn’t correspond with my abilities the first semester. Consequently, I began to hate the new setting of the school and began to feel scared of something which I had no knowledge of. The mixed emotions greatly altered my ego from pride to desperate. The environment dealt with