Personal Narrative I had to go back to my country and come back to campus really feel the change I went through during the first year in college. I had to observe and interact with the first years to perceive the similarities between them and my old self, to see how I have changed and the extent to which humans are all alike. We might face the same struggles, but the ways we deal with them vary from person to person. I will try to tell my version of growing up in Lafayette. My first weeks in Lafayette passed like a series of dreams: images were not clear, experiences were blended, the instinct rather than intent and understanding was the major moving force for me. Lack of control over the unknown world together with the intimidating feeling of being lost caused my initial inability to perceive a new world as real; As if unconscious, rather than the conscious was going through the whole experience. But the …show more content…
By leading carefree conversations, by being energetic and positive all the time I believed I was only meeting the expectations of a new society while my another, thoughtful, pensive, sometimes melancholic and sensitive self was hiding somewhere behind. In the very beginning of the semester, I would lie down on the Quad, look at the humongous moon and the sky full of stars and reflect on life. In the middle of the semester, I looked at the sky with the same intention to think and analyze, but I was deeply disappointed to discover that my reflections had become as superficial and shallow as my daily life, I was not able to find thoughtful Elene, the one I was hiding so carefully. I encountered what a philosopher Martha Nussbaum defines as an “ultimate irony of the divided life”: live behind a wall long enough, and the true self you tried to hide from the world disappears from your own view! The wall itself and the world outside it become all that you
Now that I live in Long Island I look at everything different and I see how much I changed as a person. Living in Long Island and living in Brooklyn is so much different because of the different atmosphere the different people and the things I did before vs the things I do now. Honestly I think living in Long Island changed me because when I moved here I started experiencing things and trying new things. Before I came to Long Island I was this shy innocent girl who was scared to make new friends but that all changed once I entered elementary school. When I entered elementary school I was eleven years old.
Everything for a year had been leading up to this point and here I was in the middle of the happiest place on earth in tears because my friends had abandoned me in the middle of Disney on the senior trip.
During my sophomore year of high school, my mother experienced a horrible event. This negative incident sparked a series of events that later affected my life in a positive way. Because of the dangerousness of my hometown, my family decided to move. We needed a fresh new start as I arrived at my junior year in high school. I did not originally want to move away from my friends and sisters; however, I moved and it gave an effected on my life. The transition from one place to another affected my family’s mood, my choice in friends, and experiences ill later encounter in life.
There are few moments in your life where you can realize who you are from someone else’s perspective, and how the world perceives you. Upon understanding this you realize who you want to be at that certain point in your life. These realizations make you question the company you keep and spend time with, because they ultimately change the way you think and exist for the rest of your life. On Sunday, January 18th at 3:30am I woke up excited and nervy.
I can remember sitting in class, feeling eyes burning through me, dodging inquisitive glances from all sides, and anxiously awaiting the bell to ring for lunchtime. As most people know, lunch is the most dreaded part of the first day at a new school. First day of school memories are still fairly vivid for me; my father was in the JAG corps in the Army and my family moved with biannual regularity. In fact, I even attended three different high schools. While this may seem highly undesirable to some, I learned an incredible amount about myself, the world, and other people through movement that I may never have learned otherwise.
Once upon a time their 4 girls names Lina, Quinn, Rachel, Molly is living in California. All girls were having fun at Quinn's sleepovers. Rachel, were telling scary stories and all the girls was scare. Quinn though it was a good Idea to go bake cookies and the girls went to the kitchen and bakes lots of cookies. After they were done Molly threw a pillow to Lina. The girls had a pillow fight and it was fun after that the girls were tired so they all said good night and went to sleep. It was the middle of the night and Molly was thirsty she went to the kitchen and she heard a scream. Molly went to look where was the screaming was coming from. Molly followed the scream and she knew it was Lina. Molly was calling Lina's name out loud and Lina was screaming " Molly helps ah". " Lina, Lina" said Molly. Molly went to wake the girls up and the girls was worried.
These two texts clearly illustrate the potential every person has to change themselves, their lives, by simply turning around and evaluating the way they see and interpret the world. Together they demonstrate how anyone can rise over the problems of their past, reject what they’ve grown accustomed to thinking of as normal, in an effort to better themselves.
but I just had to keep reminding myself that it will all pay off in the end. The hardest part was getting settled into my new place in the dorms. My roommate seemed nice and it was a little scary for me to move in somewhere unfamiliar and with someone I hardly knew. My roommate was from another state and was very different from me. She ate different kinds of foods, dressed different from me, studied different, and had different hobbies than me.
Drugs! Alchohol! These two things prove to be very dangerous to the human person. My older brother was once addicted to both, but with the help from my parents, he is now back on the right track. This was only possible because my parents took huge steps in helping him get to rehab. They were heroes to me and my family because they had been so caring, loving, and forgiving to my brother. There has been so many wonderful things I have learned from them. My parents saved my brother's life and showed me what true love and hope can accomplish.
One life-changing event that has impacted my life was the decision to join my high school lacrosse team going into my freshman year. I didn't know too many people going into my first year of high school besides my close childhood friends. I had been playing soccer for most of my life and had been attending the high school soccer camp to prepare for tryouts. My friend called me a week before school started and asked me if I wanted to join him in at one of his practices. That call changed my life forever.
After all the constant changes in my life, I finally reached a point where I had consistency. My family had moved back to the Bay State where I attended The Frost. This was until my mom hit me with the heartbreaking news that we were going to move during my 8th grade year. Something in me changed, I no longer had the desire to succeed in school or make friends. This was the hardest move of all because I finally made friends, and finally had a feeling of
For six years, I lived down the street from the largest counterfeit Euro factory in Europe. The soccer team I played on would often have friendly games in Secondigliano, the heroin capital of the world. Several friends of mine knew people who had been “disappeared” and subsequently replaced by the Mafia. Needless to say, growing up in Naples, Italy, where crime is rampant and silence is bought, was tough. I remember being hooked on the Wired two-part saga, “The Rise and Fall of Silk Road,” a profile of a young drug lord. Reading about a grimy, drug-ridden world of crime similar to the one I grew up down the street from was a turning point in my life. I was captivated by the nuanced, powerful narrative, and have been engrossed with Wired’s storytelling ever since.
When I went to enroll, the nerves kicked in, so many questions rolled through my brain. Many new faces stood before me, I met my new homeroom teacher Mrs. Harris and her daughter, who showed me around the school that day. The kids all acted so different, looked different, talked in a different tone, and respected teachers differently. I knew from the first moment I stepped in my new classroom that my life was taking a new path. It took me a long time to settle in with new friends, I would make one, but they usually did not stay by my side.
Feelings of being trapped in a same environment permeated my mind in a different way so I decided to move the states in 2012. I started as a sophomore in High school in Piney Woods School. The Piney Woods is
Monterrey, my home city, is unique in many ways, as it has a peculiar blend of European, American and Mexican cultures, something that has deeply impacted my life. Because of this bizarre mixture of lifestyles, a person coming from abroad for the first time would be shocked, and it might shatter all of his suppositions on Mexican people. When my friend arrives, the first thing he will notice is an industrialized suburbia, which is not common; close to him, he’d see buildings and skyscrapers, but not too far, he’ll see precious mountains and green spaces. The first place we would visit is my grandma’s house because her cooking is delicious. I would invite all my extended family to this meal, including my parents, siblings, aunts/uncles, and cousins.