When I was Alive Everyone, at one point in their life, is labeled I have been labeled before. Everywhere I went I was labeled; though, they were different every time. Fat, depressed, and annoying. I have heard a lot, but I they were not all negative. I have been labeled as a friend, trustworthy and likable. I thankfully have been able to block out all the negative things I have been called and just focused on the good, I was not always like this though. Most of my High School career, I was depressed. I was suffering from severe chronic insomnia for 5 years. Life just wasn 't going my way. Its was a mess and at the time there was no changing it. I moved from my home town in South Africa, away from my family and friends, to attend school …show more content…
I was having a blast, a whole summer being at home with my friends. Until one day I got more that I bargained for.My friend, Caleb, and I were out surfing one day waiting for the tide to start rollin in. Then all of the sudden Caleb as knocked of his board. As I look around all I could see was the icy blue ocean take the appearance of a battle ground. I remember the scream that destroyed my soul. The shaking of the water coming from a man fighting for his life. I remember the words coming out of my mouth “Hey we should go surfing at Buffels bay today, it 's pretty goddamn rad there”. The feeling of guilt that took over my body, along with the fear of what will happen next. I remember the haunting image of a man missing his leg being taken away by the metal angel we call helicopters. A week later Caleb was alive, but was not left untouched like me. He was missing his left leg from the knee down, he was attacked by a great white shark. This was the moment that my life changed. I could never focus on the nightmare inducing screams, but I focused that how incredibly lucky I am to have walked away from this whole event unharmed. I focused on the fact that two months later Caleb was back into the ocean, something I could never
I smiled to myself and decided that I would go join in. With that, I took a huge deep breath and jumped into the salty water. The water was cool and refreshing; I felt it slide through my hair making it sway in the water. I swam deeper and deeper into the deep blue water. Sunlight streamed through it, lighting up the water around me turning it to gold. I kicked harder and I felt my muscles surge with strength and I pushed further. My lunges began to burn for the need of oxygen, but I refused to go up. I repeatedly told myself just a little bit longer. Until I was unable to proceed anymore without more air in my lungs, I swam to the top of the water taking a huge breaths, filling my lungs with air. I could then taste the salty water as it ran down my face and dripped over my lips. Just then I thought, I will never forget this moment, this place, or the experiences I felt while visiting
It was a warm rainy June night the humidity was high which made it even harder to breathe on the crammed boat. My family was asleep on the constantly rocking boat suddenly the boat shook, but my family was still fast asleep. I couldn’t seem to fall asleep so I got up and stepped out on the cold wet steel boats upper deck to get some air. When I got outside I realized that it was pouring bucket sized rain. I saw increasingly large waves crash furiously against the lower deck. Hard water droplets pelted my face, I could taste the salt water in my mouth from the spray of the ocean. Suddenly A massive wave slammed hard against the ship and almost swallowed the boat. Wind gusts started kicking up. I held onto the rail grasping it as if it were my prized possession. Suddenly I was blown
...trength completely fails and he lets go and starts to drown and sink. to not save him but to continue to paddle and get to safety. I hold back tears with fire and brimstone and I start to paddle as if the devil were behind us even though I am feeling drained as well. After about another hour or so it seems we start closing in and my father feels sand brush his feet. We both let out a huge sigh of relief as my father finally touches the bottom. still being about a quarter mile from the shore we do sort of a “Island hop” with the sand patches and we make our way back from where we came. Once we get back we decide thats enough beach for the day and go home. Feeling victorious and defeated at the same time I still hold a scar within me. and within that scar there is a small dark hole within me that is afraid of the ocean. And to this day I fear I will forever be afraid.
Categorizing is a fundamental behavior people do daily to grasp an understanding of his or her surroundings. This includes other people one may come in contact with. By labeling or judging others, a person gains a better sense of that individual without actually getting to know them. The behavior has become so common in society today to the point that it happens naturally without one realizing it. However, this can be also be considered a bad habit, because labeling can also cause stereotypes and hostility towards others. By fully understanding why people label others, one may be more aware of his or her own thought process. Author Brenda J. Allen addresses this issue in her book, Difference Matters, so people can change their behavior of labeling
Labels don't tell the truth to who people are. We have all heard gossip about someone and immediately jumped to conclusions about them. Because of this, we can miss out on friendships, connections, beneficial conversations and positive interactions. And yes, sometimes the hallway gossip can be true, but you shouldn't judge someone based on one mistake they made, you should get to know them first. Labels are created for everyone. They can be positive, but most of the time, the ones we hear and spread are negative. In the book "The Outsiders" by S.E Hinton, there are a few characters who are constantly misunderstood and labeled by other characters. The ones who stood out to me are Dally, Randy and Darry.
Labels don't tell the truth about who people are. We have all heard gossip about someone and immediately jumped to conclusions about them. Because of this, we can miss out on friendships, connections, beneficial conversations and positive interactions. And yes, sometimes the hallway gossip can be true, but you shouldn't judge someone based on one mistake they made, you should get to know them first. Labels are created for everyone. They can be positive, but most of the time, the ones we hear and spread are negative. In the book "The Outsiders" by S.E Hinton, there are a few characters who are constantly misunderstood and labeled by other characters. The ones who stood out to me are Dally, Randy and Darry.
If there has been some obstacle or "bump in the road," in your academic or personal life, please explain the circumstances. Throughout high school my self-esteem was at an all-time low and depression at an all-time high. The biggest of the many problems that came with these two things was isolation. I had isolated myself from my friends and family because I felt that I didn't deserve their attention-- that I wasn't worth anyone's time because I wasn't as smart, funny, charming, or athletic as other people.
Did you know that my Great-Grandpa’s name was changed on Ellis Island when he came to America? I’ve lived in America all my life. Some of my relatives tell me stories about how they came to America. Long before I was born some of my Great-Great Grandparents came to America. These stories always made me wonder what happened before I was born.
I hear a shriek to the right of me. I immediately look over, only to see a young girl, now laughing, who had slipped. But now I’m shaking, that yell reminding me of that day. I spin around, the sight and smells bringing back too many memories. I start to run back, away from the loud, roar of the waves.
As we pulled out of my parents driveway, the circumstances seemed very surreal. My entire way of life had been turned upside down with only a few hours consideration. I was very much “at sea” in the ...
There was a point in life where I would use the word loner to describe myself. However I've learned that enjoying being alone doesn't necessarily make me a loner.Like most people I wasn't born into an entirely functional family. Although some people, at least had a support system at home, I didn't. And although I was surrounded by people who had more than enough help and support, I continued to persevere, In all aspects of life. I was forced to face alone the cruelty of the world, including bullying, abuse and most anything you could imagine, All of which I have overcome. These various triumphs and successes have led me to the realization that I'm, in fact, not a loner. I am independent.
Today, I will be writing today about my family. Mostly, I will be talking about my grandparents. They all have some pretty interesting stories. I will be explaining how they are doing right now and some stories from their past. Enjoy!
Kalyla held a bottle behind her, and waited. Peri quickly caught up, lapped at the bottle, then circled and matched her pace, walking alongside her. Kalyla looked with affection at this little bundle of energy. She stopped to listen, and heard a creek flowing nearby.
Eff was absolutely certain that if she didn’t get this mission right, she was to be beheaded. She’d never heard of the royal family to be very lenient, so if this person she had to save had even a scratch, she was sure to be a goner.
There are several experiences I’ve been through during my life, but witnessing my 13-year-old cousin suffer from a gunshot wound is one that is unbearable. Some people may say everything happens for a reason but, after four years of this nightmare, I’m still clueless on why my little cousin is no longer here with me. Every since the day he passed, my life hasn’t been the same. I was told at one point that I was wilding out, but that wouldn’t bring my cousin back. My feelings are conflicted because, it’s pretty obvious that being calm won’t bring him back either.