Hi, I’m Hinata i’m a 5th grade girl with long-ish black hair and bangs (That i hide my face with when I’m embarrassed ).I guess i’m a total nerd more of an anime Otaku I would say but whatever.Im not the most popular girl , I'm more of a nerd that only hangs out with a few people and I’m shy(And when I say shy like I'm really shy) but I also like helping people, my friend says I'm a super awesome person and that I should believe it, but he’s a dork, I just think i’m a nice person. So there is this boy name Auggie in my grade he’s a really nice kid, but he has a type of “deformity”, i hate when people use that word to describe him, but he has something wrong with his face,he doesn’t have a lot of friends his best friend is probably Jack, but …show more content…
“Thanks and yeah, I guess he’s something like my dad” I said happily then he came and picked me up. TIMESKIP TO LATER ON! So there is this giant war (is what everyone is calling it) between jack and Julian, let's’ just say that Jack didn’t have that many followers on his side that’s for sure, but i’m on his side, Julian pretty much has the whole school on his side but the people on Auggie’s side are his really good friends and I'm glad that we're on his side. THE
As a matter of fact, he lies to the entire school by saying that Jack is just overpressured to be friends with Auggie, and it’s not just that he wants to. He states that Jack is friends with a freak and he starts, “the war.” Julian goes around telling everyone that Jack punched him because Jack had emotional problems. During, “The War,” Julian attempted to pull Jack and Auggie apart from being friends. To add on to that, Julian decided that it would be funny to introduce, “The Plague.” The Plague was a game that was played by the rules, if you touch Auggie Pullman than you had 30 seconds to wash your hands. This gruesome entertainment continued until everyone knew about it, even Auggie. I can officially claim now that Julian is a terrible, spine-chilling bully who cares about no one but himself.
In the past twenty years I have experienced different aspects of life that have shaped me into who I am today. I have had personal experiences, moments with friends, and indirect encounters. Each story explained below goes into detail of what occurred how it has shaped me into the student I am and future teacher I am becoming. Experiences throughout life affect the way we teach and the opinions that we can potentially transfer over to our future students.
Throughout my life, many factors have influenced and shaped me into the young woman I am today. I am an active member of many cultures, and continue to learn and adopt numerous values, traditions, and morals from each. There are certain cultures people are born into, and others that are chosen by people at various stages of their life. Over the span of my nineteen years of life, I have been put into as well as voluntarily joined a combination of cultures which have instilled in me both positive and negative qualities. Cultures I was born into include the female culture, the Caucasian American culture, and my unique family culture. As for those which I have elected to become a member of include things such as the soccer culture, the Concordia
There are many things that have molded me into the person I am today such as being born into a family with four children. With three siblings, I have been forced to be able to work out problems from stealing each other’s toys to having to rush to the emergency room to get stiches because my brother chased me around the house and I tripped. My mother, father, brother, and two sisters were all born in Pennsylvania and I am the odd ball and I was born in Adrian, Michigan. From when I was a child I always loved being involved with sports because of my competitive nature. I grew up playing soccer and having success with that but then my love changed and I began playing lacrosse and football. I started playing lacrosse in middle school and played
The majority side with Julian, as he spent the break turning other male students against Jack. Auggie and Summer, as well as Reid, Max G., and Max W., never forsake him. Julian writes cruel notes and places them in their lockers, while Julian’s mother begins expressing her opinion that Auggie doesn’t belong at Beech Prep publicly. The situation improves slightly overtime. Jack and Auggie write notes of their own to place in Julian’s locker, and some of the students become tired of Julian’s antics. Mr. Tushman, the rest of the faculty, and most of the parents disagree with Mrs. Albans. Via’s boyfriend, Justin, even intervenes when he witness a group of kids bullying Jack. The biggest change in dynamics, however, occurs on a field trip. The students travel to a nature reserve for a weekend camping trip. Jack and Auggie wonder off during an outdoor movie and find themselves in the cornfield where they encounter students from another school. The seventh graders, especially one named Eddie, are viciously cruel to Auggie because of his appearance; they call him Gollum, Freddy Krueger, among other names. Jack defends him and tries to push his way through, but the older students won’t let them pass. Other students from Beecher Prep hear the commotion and investigate. Henry, Amos and Miles, members of Julian’s pack, also defend Auggie. The situation escalates when Eddie gets physical by grabbing and pulling Auggie down to the ground. Amos rams into Eddie to prevent further injury to Auggie and so they could escape. Henry grabs a hold of Auggie to help him run with the others. When they finally stop, the students rejoice in surviving the incident with high fives, even with Auggie. They befriend him and vow they will always defend him. Auggie is happy as he is now accepted by his
I am an undocumented student at UC Davis. When I am asked a simple question such as, "describe your personal experiences", I ask myself: Where do I begin?
Within my fifteen and a half years of living, I have experienced many heart wrenching moments that have changed who I am, so many that I stopped trying to keep count long ago. Like most teenagers, the past couple of years have been some of the most confusing, hectic years of my life. I'm at that age I'm trying to figure out who I am, as well as who I want to become. As indecisive as I am, I will more than likely change my mind a time or two, but right now at this very moment, I've finally come to terms with who I really am, and what I would like to do for the rest of my life.
Well, who really am I? Am I rude, strict or obnoxious? Or am I loving and caring? Think and know me better.
Identity-“Ones personal qualities.”Identiy is something only he or she can fully define. My uncle says I am affectionate,cheerful, and calm. My grandmother sees me as slim, pretty and sweet. My dad described me as perky, cheerful and happy, my mom says beautiful, gentle, and self-conscious. These adjectives describe me accurately, yet they are only abstract versions of me. Adjectives cannot begin to describe me and I aknowlege these descriptions for what they are, a condensed translation from my outward self to the world. It is impossible for anyone to understand me completely because nobody has experienced the things I have. My mother has never cherished a raggedy doll named Katie and my father never spent hours upon hours making collages and scrap books for his future children. My uncle never hid in the back of a pick-up-truck and traveled four hours to New York and my grandmother has never walked hours in the rain looking for the Queen of England. My identity is something only I can define.
It isn’t that he blew his chance, it’s that I never gave him one. He was just being honest, being himself, and I hurt him. Things will never be the same between us, and I won’t ever forgive myself.
Sherman Alexie once said “I’m a good writer who may be a great writer one day.” This quote is an excellent explanation about how I feel toward my own writing. Reading and writing has always been a part of school that I have enjoyed since I first learned how to. Usually, I enjoy reading to a further extent than writing; in spite of this, only under certain circumstances, do I enjoy reading. If a teacher were to assign a book to read for a class, I would find it difficult to read and appreciate, because I did not find or choose the book myself. Writing, on the other hand, has never been a favorite of mine; although, I would consider myself to be a fairly strong writer. I would easily choose reading over writing.
My work extends beyond the pen, pencil and pad. Teaching creates for me an intellectual nirvana- a place where a beaming five-year old inspires me as much as any writer ever would. In teaching free writing classes for homeless youth, I saw timid students grow into confident communicator. These kids, who had never taken formal writing lessons, stunned themselves with their own abilities to create sparkling diamonds and seas. But my biggest smile surfaced when my students requested to auction their composition and feed more hungry children like themselves. Already using truth within linguistics for its highest purpose: service to the world.
As the years pass by, I learn many things about myself as I go through new experiences discovering my true identity. Today, I have learned I have a talent with playing instruments and singing. More specifically, I have a passion for playing the guitar and singing in front of an audience as a form of their entertainment. I love being on stage and singing my heart out in hopes of touching those who are watching.
I am sentimental, out-going, indecisive, understanding, curious, naive, lazy, and young. I want to be ... , well a lot of things, and growing is discovering what they are. I feel people cannot see the potential within, although there is no one to blame but myself. I look to others for approval instead of to myself. I aim to please; it leads to approval. I don’t like to discuss my faults; I pity myself.
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.