Things I Carry : The Things We Carrt

I carry kindness. I’ve gotten my kindness from my sister, Rebecca. Kindness is a big part of me. I try to be kind even when I’m not feeling so great. If I’m feeling like Eeyore, I try to be kind to others around me.

When I was a child, most of the stories or situations I have been through was, mostly, my dad hitting me and my parents fighting constantly; so pretty much I did not really grew up watching Barney, traveling to places, and going to Disneyland often. I thought I would have to live like this for the rest of my academic life, but one day around the age of eight, my dream came true. My parents had enough of each other, so they went their own ways; even though, I was glad that I do not have to life miserably anymore, I was not. I thought that everything would settle down and live a calm life with my mom, but as a result, I ended up raising my two siblings. My dad left the house, my mom was in her own world, and I had to watch my siblings. I thought my parents divorce would benefit me, but all it did was for me to not live as an eight-year-old would. I thought that my dream of going to a great university and becoming a Physician Assistant came crashing down. A couple weeks later, my dad came back and long-story short, my siblings and I had to go hang out with my dad for

The things I carry are determined by the weight of the world. I carry the oceans, the mountains, the valleys, and the deserts. I carry fear and courage, serenity and chaos, creation and destruction. I carry light and darkness, truth and lies, secrets and answers. But most of all, I carry love and hate.

Many people on a daily basis think about all the things they are dealing with, but when asked what it is that goes through the mind of someone who is dealing with a lot what comes to mind? What are the responses? Would their mind go blank?

Like most my age, I am always equipped with a smart phone. Many would deem it necessary in this day and age. Some people get them as young as 10 years old. I only carry one per my parent's request. Not to say that I don’t enjoy the perks of having it with me: access to any answer for any question that might be asked, the capability to talk to my family and friends at any given moment throughout the day, and plenty of applications to screw around with if I find myself with extra time. It weighs almost nothing, so light that at any given moment I will panic because I worry I lost it. It holds a different kind of weight though. It is heavy in the moments that it is “lost”, when there is a fear that it is not with me,

Growing up I didn't have a lot of time to read, I did not grow up in a stable environment for children to thrive. When I was in the third grade my life would take a drastic turn into a downward direction. My mother whom I loved so much changed drastically, started locking us out of the house. Doing any type of homework was impossible to accomplish when you are stranded outside. Later that year my parents got a divorce. There was constant turmoil; my mother was now living with a man that would later become my stepfather. Their relationship was very toxic; at first my stepfather seemed charming, we traveled to places we have never been to before. After a couple of years, things changed, they couldn't manage their finances and we were constantly

Some of the physical things I always carry is my phone, chapstick, lotion, my wallet, my license, and my money. A lot of these things sound like they have no

Like in the book, The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien, the thing I carry are “largely determined by necessity” (2). Just like in the book, there are very few things that I carry that just because I want to. Most things I carry are things I have to carry because of school or my life. I carry a lot of things with me in my everyday life that are both physical and emotional. Some of these things include my driver’s license, my stress because of school and from planning for college, and the memory of losing my grandpa Glenn.

Social vagabond, neurotic muso, emotionally frail, are the insignia I carry. These things I carry weren’t meant to be taken within arms, just labels placed upon myself. Fitting into these labels like a machine-press layout. I carry quiet lips with no intention to speak even amongst the firmest of friends, leaving questions and answers unresolved. New friendships hit a brick wall layered with my social ineptitude, mature companions seldom are heard from me. Cowboy-ish in nature, I ride alone, an idea I carry with myself, there is no need for conversation when you’re indifferent. Always as a litter, indifferent to social contact, I carry a two edged-sword of few friendships, that don’t afflict any apathy for empathy. I don’t carry the emotional tethers of my friends, a burden in my own belief that would only drag my person to a nadir if I were to carry. I carry long distance acquaintances, who carry complementary personalities, and alleviate these heavy things I carry. I carry nights where my eyes are restless and peace is among me and a LCD screen, with no troubles of tomorrow. I carry the social awkwardness of a young boy who can’t assert even the most elementary thoughts to come out of his mouth. Years has my hands

(Anaphora) The things I carry. I always carry my cross necklace around my neck. I wonder what people might think it is. Personally, I believe the thing I carry around my neck is just a fashion statement that is perceived by many people because it is shiny and looks very nice. The thing I carry is not only just a symbol but a lifestyle that I wear it with a sense of humility. I know the thing I carry was carried by me because I know who carried it first. It was Christ who carried the cross, but here I am carrying a metal cross around my neck, revealing my faith and love towards him and personal relationship towards God. How did I keep carrying a cross when it's just a material. I wonder what I am carrying when this is just a metal cross.

My freshman year in high school was unarguably the best year of my high school career, If I knew how the rest of my school career would go I probably would have cherished it a lot more. My sophomore year was going pretty well until one major internal change shifted my well being in the worst. I always knew about depression,but It was always one of those things that I never really thought about because I thought that only certain types of people experienced depression and I couldn't be one of them. was wrong. During the spring of sophomore year I fell into a depression, at the time I did not know what depression was ,nor did I know what was happening with me so I didn't know what to do, I didn't ask for help, and I didn't talk about it. I started to go down an even darker path with self medicating, drinking ,and self destructive behavior all of which I never told to anybody. As the winter and spring ended and summer began I came out of my rut and told myself that If that ever happened again, I want to get help and I don't want to be on a self destructive path

In part 4: literature-critical study, we have been reading The Things They Carry by Tim O’Brien. The form of my Written Task one is Letters and this form is the best type text to use to express my understanding because I can tell a story about my character’s experience in the war and how he felt about the war. I wanted to explain how JJ dealt with his first mission when a young Vietnamese kid got killed while holding stick and another story when a close friend of him die in the war who was ready to go back home, then I told the story of he felt of the war at the end when he wrote to his parents and finally when the letter of his death reached his family. Through my Written Task One, I am trying to communicate how J.J, a Young kid lose his innocence

The things I carry, the most important things to me that keep me going when my days are tough and my nights are tougher. A picture of my family sits in my car, at stoplights I quickly glance at the picture and realize how good I have it. My family are some of my best friends who support me in everything I do and keep me on the straight narrow. A blanket a gift my parents gave me the day I was born that I keep on my bed and hold it tight when i'm upset too give me a sense of comfort. Sometimes I just hold it too feel the warmth and comfort running through me. My fuzzy socks the very first pair I bought with my own money, and drove for the very first time on my own feeling free and all grown-up. A necklace A gift I got for my sixteenth Birthday

Life before graduation was a struggle for me. I lived in a home that seemed to bring me nothing but pain and anger. I watched someone close to me die little by little every day. I did not live a normal childhood because I was a