Example Of Personal Narrative Individualism

On a typical March evening in Naples, I was introduced to this world– not the one in Italy (I wish) but in Florida. Unfortunately, my residence there was only temporary because I skipped around from place to place several times in Florida. In retrospect, however, I can credit my current "rugged individualist" character to these times. The "rugged" part did not until later though, so I was a bashful little boy until then. Anyways, there were several mornings while enjoying my Corn Flakes where I told my mother that I did not feel well so that I did not have to go to school. She did not ever find anything wrong with me, so I would reluctantly pick up my oversized, black book bag and start my day. Consequently, this shyness is what led to my isolationist character, which I did not truly break until the age of around 15. So, in Florida, I lived until the age of ten and I was a "special", devoted introvert.

After Florida came Houma, Louisiana, home of the nothing extraordinary. I lived in Louisiana for a year before...show more content...

All my life, I found respectable success with grades. However, my dad never really mentioned anything about it. In ninth grade, I managed to pass the first two quarters with perfect grades and finally my father acknowledged it. He only said, "I'm proud of you, son," in his typical monotone, ostensibly–angry voice, but it made my mind click as I sat across from him in our poorly–lit kitchen. It was like as if an old, rusty engine in my mind finally turned on after years of refusing to do so. I find it quite interesting how a few words can do so much to another person. From there on, I decided that academic success would be my chief priority. As a result, my determination to become someone my parents would be proud of heightened to unprecedented levels. I became as "fired up" as the Mad Hatter is after gallons of tea and ready to take on the Get more content

I am the son of a naval aviator. By the time I was 10 years old I had lived in five different states and attended three different schools, each with a regionally varied curriculum. Just as I began to forge friendships, my father would receive orders to deploy to a new station. My family existed in a continuous state of change; new house, new towns, new routines. I found it difficult to make friends, noting I would likely have to soon say goodbye. My body also felt the strain of the continuous relocation to different environments. Transitioning sometimes took a year or more before I was fully adjusted to my new home.

My family always tried to make each new journey an adventure, but fully recognized and deep down understood the challenges in...show more content...

My 4th grade teacher told me daily that I was unable to continue at the educational level I was accustomed to in California. She wanted me to stay in line with the academic pace of my peers.

Many of the other children I met in Oregon had been friends since the beginning of their schooling experience. I was familiar with the difficulties I would meet trying to be welcomed into their existing groups, but as a child, I didn't fully understand this dynamic and thought my trouble fitting in was something inherently wrong with me. Separated for my differences and labeled as "other," I was often rejected and isolated.

I searched for inclusion. My continuous transitions helped teach me that there was always something I could find in common with someone else. I used my curiosity to rise above feeling alone and began to seek out one thing each day that would bring me closer to someone. Sometimes it was easy as wearing the same shoes, or playing the same videogame. I embraced humor and found a way to laugh at myself, so that when others did, it didn't hurt as

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"Would you rather surf in Punta Cana or hike the Appalachian Trail?", the anesthesiologist asked. To humor him, I replied "Hmm, I would probab–". Following an 8 hour anesthesia–induced slumber, I awoke to blinding lights and inaudible conversation from surgeons. Akin to the seasonal migration of birds, high school students use their Spring Break to tour prospective colleges. Due to an appointment with Johns Hopkins Department of Plastic Surgery, I was unable to join the flock. Meticulous surgeons were tasked with removing soft tissue from my right thigh, and placing it into my left cheek to add symmetry. I was born with Goldenhar syndrome, a congenital defect that is characterized by asymmetry of the face. The surgery that occurred during Spring Break of my junior year was not the first of it's kind, but one of the last. Furthermore, Goldenhar was a rather sneaky diagnosis, being that it flew right under the radar of every prenatal ultrasound....show more content... Soon, my mirror checks became enjoyable. It occurred to me that I had missed 2 weeks of school and was extremely behind. Every time I sought marginal productivity, I became fatigued and made my way towards a couch. All of a sudden, a fuse went off in my head and I buckled down and got to work. In the span of 2 days, I wrote a 2,000 word essay for AP Seminar, finished a debate project, and performed 56 mirror checks. Before I knew it, Sunday evening had come, which meant 12 hours until my return to school. An elongated gauze pad was still required to cover the wound under my chin. I was self conscious for the first time of my life. That night I went to bed praying that the swelling would be gone by sunrise. When Monday morning came, I instinctively checked a nearby mirror and noticed a slight improvement, but "bloated" was still the accurate adjective. Insisting to drive, my mother and I made our way to South River High School

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Personal Narrative It was the year of 2013, I was going into 4th grade and school was just a month away. But it wasn't the 4th grade that I was looking forward to, because my family was moving to a small town in Wisconsin named Mosinee. I grew up in a suburb just on the outskirts of the great city known as Chicago. I loved it there, and wanted to live there for the rest of my life; I guess my parents didn't exactly feel the same way. Little did I know that this move would shape my personality and change me in many different ways. And ultimately, to make me a better person as a whole. When I told my very few friends that I was moving, they always asked why. I really didn't have an answer and didn't think about it that much. The day eventually came, and we had all of our stuff was ready, my family was ready, but I wasn't. I couldn't imagine a life without my normal friends and my normal school, and didn't realize that this move would be one of the best things that has ever happened to me. After we gave our hardest goodbye, I started my journey to my new house. I tried to stay optimistic, but that was very hard because I new that I wasn't going to get another friend until school started, which was a month away. I also don't have a relationship...show more content... There was one more problem too, while I was friends with Mathias, I didn't have any other friends. So I made it my mission to find my new Mathias. There was one kid named Cole Holtz, I told him about how I used to live in Chicago. He found my story very amusing we hung out more and more. We are still friends to this very day, and I find it incredible how a small story could spark a greatfriendship. He eventually introduced me to his friend named Caden Hrebik. Caden was a shy kid like I was at the time, so we got along very well. We called ourselvesthe three musketeers, and it was the of something great, for

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