Who am I? A question i have asked myself for years I started to wear this mask when i first moved to Belleville. Years after pretending I was somebody else i honestly was confused. I would do things that i didn't enjoy , hang out with people i was always uncomfortable with because it was “cool”. As i got older i started to realize i didn't have to do that. Slowly but surely i would take that mask off. Most times i didn't learn until my feeling were hurt or something bad happened and that took a big toll on me but in the long run it helped. I wasn't until sophomore year in high school. Me and my family moved across town and i was at Belleville East. I had a whole new setting ,new people and a chance to be myself so i did just that. I realized …show more content…
When i was in first grade i moved from Cahokia to Belleville I was a shy and new kid at school but on the weekends i would always go to Cahokia with my one and bestfriend. After a while i got used to the Belleville setting i had friend there i was still the shy kid but my friends were the “cool kids”. I grew up in the Harmony school district very small so everybody knew the next person and i met my bestfriends the good and the bad ones. Freshman year i moved alot of times that year from our house to my granny house for a while. After we left my granny house we got a small house back in Belleville (my dad don't like living with other people) the end of the school year we moved to the east end of Belleville meaning NEW SCHOOL. When the school year came around i hated it i hated the school and not knowing people. It was easy making friends though and some of my cousins went there so they made sure i was ok. I ran track there but i didn't like it and really wanted to be back at school with my friends. Lucky me my parents didn't like it down there either so back to Belleville West it was and i was happy for that i had time to become a new and better person that i needed but west is best and i was always a maroon at heart so i had to come
Everything I dreamed about for my senior year was taken from me the day that I moved. When I left my old school I not only said goodbye to my friends, but I also said goodbye to an easy senior year. At my new school I am just another body. No one knows who I am. I talk to everyone I meet, trying to make conversation, but yet I still eat alone in the cafeteria every day, listening to everyone laugh while I try to hold back my tears.
“In Defense of Mask,” by Kenneth Gergen he states that it is not possible for humans to find a coherent self identity without having a solution. The idea of developing a “coherent sense of identity” makes us act a certain way to please the wish of others. Gergen wants to find intentions of an individual 's choice of mask and how outward appearances and inward feelings we all come across. The author proves his statement by experimenting on people who had a positive and negative reaction from an interviewer.Therefore, the “coherent identity” versus “multiple identities” is detrimental to many individuals when they are trying to perceive into someone that they wish to become. I agree with Gergen, because having a mask hides
Middle school came along and nothing got any easier. We had already moved like five times, Decatur, AL to Danville to Rapids, WI to Port Edwards then back to Rapids. I didnt know where i belonged or who i was. People always told me, "awe, you look just like your mother," I remember looking in the mirror and just feeling disapointed because i wanted to be my own person. So i tried cheerleading and made more friends. Then I started hanging with a lot of people and that's when i
Everyone in the world has their own identity, what is your identity and how you choose it? In the article “What Makes Up Your Identity?” which posted on a website, How to Adult by Tyra Marieze, she claims that generic, natural trait, environment, and nurturing influence are the factors of how people think who they are by themselves. Some people have a hard time adopting their identity because they don’t like the way people call them. Justin Maffeett, the author of “At 22, I Forgave Myself for 13 Years of Self-Hate” in Huffington Post, December 14, 2015. He informs that he hated himself because he is black and gay, and he hid his identity until he went to college, at last he adopted who he was and
It was the fall of 2010 and little did I know that my world was about to change drastically. We had moved back to Kenosha, Wisconsin in 2008 after living in Mexico, and I was starting to enjoy my life in the dairy state. My 6th Grade classes had just started at Bullen Middle School. It was right at this time when my world seemingly got flipped upside down. My parents had a family meeting and informed my siblings and me that we were moving to a small Iowa town called Orange City. I had feelings of nervousness, excitement, and sadness all mixed together.
The temperature dropped to a frigid ten degrees fahrenheit with a -15 degree wind chill factor in Title Town. The only thing easily seen in the fog was my teammate’s and the thousands of spectator’s breath hovering in the air like a ghost. The championship game was set to start in 15 minutes. My flag football team and I sat on the Green Bay Packers sideline because we won our final game. I eagerly watched my favorite wide receiver, Jordy Nelson, catch the football when suddenly Aaron Rodgers approached me and started talking to me. At first he just discussed the throwing technique that he uses because we were both quarterbacks, but when I told him that I threw for two touchdowns and ran for one he seemed surprised and asked for my autograph.
Many folks go their whole lives without having to move. For them it is easy; they know the same people, have loads of friends, and never have to move away from their families. As with me, I was in a different situation. I grew up my entire life, all eighteen years of it, in a small town called Yorktown, Virginia. In my attempt to reach out for a better life style, my girlfriend and I decided we were going to move to Shreveport, Louisiana. Through this course of action, I realized that not two places in this country are exactly alike. I struggled with things at first, but I found some comforts of home here as well.
All of my life I have been a city girl, but I moved to Santa Rosa when I was about 13. Up until I was about 16, I lived there permanently. I used to switch back and forth from parent to parent all of the time. When I first started high school, I went to Piner High and, in my junior year, I went to Montgomery and, from there, to a continuation school. I am currently now back at Piner. I had to basically kick and scream to get back into my regular high school--as you can see there is some drama behind the scene.
The neighborhood we moved to seemed like a little bigger version of our little neighborhood in the Bronx, so I thought it wouldn 't be too bad, and I even began to think this could be like home. However, like whenever you move somewhere new, you always have to make adjustments, and this was no different. Having to go to a new school in a new city without knowing anyone was scary at first, especially for your first year of middle school, but I made the adjustment rather quickly. The area I was in, was South Philadelphia, it also, like the Bronx, had a small neighborhood feeling to it, so even though at first it seemed like it would be way different, over time it turned out to be pretty good. It had a lot in common with what I was used to in the Bronx, from the markets to the food even to the people. The one thing that really helped me adjust was how small Philly felt compared to New York. For instance, Philly only has two real subway lines, so you could get from one side to the city in another in almost twenty to thirty minutes, you couldn’t even get out of a borough in that amount of time in New York. Another thing is that my family and I would go back up at least once a month at least for the first couple years for Holidays and just to see everyone, so it wasn’t like I was ever very far away. I ended up adjusting pretty good to Philly,
Growing up in Vacaville, nestled between the cities of San Francisco and Sacramento in Northern California you got to enjoy the beauty of the outdoors and the creatures that live within it. That mixed with a growing city, new stores and homes being built every year you got a bit of both country living and city life. From cows, and turkeys to deer and geese if you grew up in Vacaville seeing these were a regular occurence. I never did cow tip but I did get the pleasure of seeing a herd of cows break through a fence and block a main road setting traffic back for hours.
When I was a little boy my family and I move off of a dairy farm where I spent a couple years playing with the livestock and walked around do something that I might of had to do or just did because I was bored. Anyway I like being on the farm, having the calves to play with and to be watching the field work get done because I was to little to be driving the equipment. But my happy days were coming to an end when my mom and dad decided to get out of the farming. So they sold the cows and the equipment and we move to Dakota School District, when I was going into the 2nd grade. I did not like moving off of the farm and having to go to a different school where there was different kids but mostly was upset because of moving off of the farm. I really
Through socialization, people discover the advantages of concealing their genuine selves. Merely the thought of being marginalized for uniqueness gives some individuals anxiety. Holding non-traditional beliefs, wearing peculiar clothing, saying something colorful or simply deciding not to conform to societal standards puts a person at risk. Subsequently, cloaking ourselves in facades and wearing intricate masks can become so commonplace that we forget who we truly are as a result. Apprehension has led us down this foggy path, and complacency prevents numerous from deviating the course. Commencing this unfamiliar journey towards authenticity can be initially painful and scary, yet necessary to uncover deceitful thoughts, feelings and behaviors while additionally allowing close, healthy relationships. Authenticity is a masterful practice of continual self-discovery, self-contentment, and compassion. Authentic individuals are so proficient that they look outside themselves to the needs and desires of others, for they are deeply in-touch with their own mind, body, and soul. Am I an authentic person? This question can not be answered with a straight yes or no, because no one can be completely authentic, or fully unauthentic. Personally, I attempt to be
Everything seems like it’s falling out of place, it’s going too fast, and my mind is out of control. I think these thoughts as I lay on my new bed, in my new room, in this new house, in this new city, wondering how I got to this place. “My life was fine,” I say to myself, “I didn’t want to go.” Thinking back I wonder how my father felt as he came home to the house in Stockton, knowing his wife and kids left to San Diego to live a new life. Every time that thought comes to my mind, it feels as if I’m carrying a ten ton boulder around my heart; weighing me down with guilt. The thought is blocked out as I close my eyes, picturing my old room; I see the light brown walls again and the vacation pictures of the Florida and camping trip stapled to them. I can see the photo of me on the ice rink with my friends and the desk that I built with my own hands. I see my bed; it still has my checkered blue and green blanket on it! Across from the room stands my bulky gray television with its back facing the black curtain covered closet. My emotions run deep, sadness rages through my body with a wave of regret. As I open my eyes I see this new place in San Diego, one large black covered bed and a small wooden nightstand that sits next to a similar closet like in my old room. When I was told we would be moving to San Diego, I was silenced from the decision.
To begin with, let's talk about my "real identity", or who others veiw me as. I have been called shy, nerdy, and quiet many times on different occasions. These are what people see me as. That one person in the back of the room, they know the answer but won't say it because they are too shy and quiet, that's the kind of person I am. There have been many times where someone has said to me that they didn't even know I was in the same class as them.
It was the second semester of fourth grade year. My parents had recently bought a new house in a nice quite neighborhood. I was ecstatic I always wanted to move to a new house. I was tired of my old home since I had already explored every corner, nook, and cranny. The moment I realized I would have to leave my old friends behind was one of the most devastating moments of my life. I didn’t want to switch schools and make new friends. Yet at the same time was an interesting new experience.