Who am I? That is a very deep question. I think the only way I can answer that truthfully is by saying, I do not know exactly who I am, but I know who I want to become. I want to become a well rounded individual, someone who everyone likes and looks up too. I want to be someone my family can be proud of.…
Oh what a time to be alive! Since my birth in aisle 12 at the Newington, NH Home Depot, I have loyally served my host family the Neilsons. Although life is not always pleasant I make due with the annual bath. I keep all of my family’s secrets. I know what even they don't know.…
The Arrival I had originally planned to travel to Rio on September 5th through September 12th. A perspicacious and experienced hunter named Rainsford accompanied me. It was nighttime when I first spotted land of any sort. It was vaguely visible and was opaque, so misty that even Rainsford couldn’t see it. Utterly tired, I began drifting off, dreaming of the adventures we were soon to face.…
The Man in The Red Bandanna The day started out as a normal day at work, The World Trade Center, it was quiet. “Maya do you know who is getting on my computer or who is spreading my password?” My friend Lisa asked. “No I don’t I would never pass around someone's Password those are private.”…
One’s identity is who they truly are as a person. People don’t define you. you define yourself. You define yourself with your actions, personality, and the roles you play in other people’s lives. At this point in my life I’m still trying to figure out who I am.…
The smell of burning wood fills my nostrils. I follow the scent seeing red and orange flames spreading fast. I panic not knowing where to go till I heard a little yelp come from my left. I follow the sound now as it grows louder and louder till I come across a bundle of fur with big brown eyes looking up at me. I quickly pick up the little one and put him against my chest running from the red monster.…
What is my Social Identity? My social identity is begins with my deep family roots in my hometown of Riverview, New Brunswick. My upbringing was centered on my family, I take pride in the fact that I was raised in the same home my father was raised. Staying connected with my small-town family roots has left me humble and modest.…
What Was I Doing I woke up at eight o’clock in the morning like any other day. I got out of the bed and pulled open the curtains to see what a beautiful day it was outside. The sky was crystal blue; the sun was shining, with a slight breeze. I could not have asked for a more perfect day. I went to the kitchen poured a glass of orange juice; and made some bacon, eggs, and toast for breakfast.…
There, up on the shelf, sits my shiny red hockey stick. The white tape is worn from my last time on the ice. Black puck marks on the white tape stand out and haunt me back to my last competitive hockey game that resulted in a devastating loss. No, it is not just any hockey stick. The stick that now sits and collects dust followed me on a long journey to places including New York City, Minneapolis, and Pittsburg.…
I should spend less time... feelin'...sorry...for...myself... But c'mon, tell me what else... is there? to do... When your walls .....are.... continually crumbling, shattering, falling down... around...you... you go through it, because you just... couldn't... let it go... you let it follow you... and make itself at... home... this heavy sadness brought you to your knees inside...…
I could feel the chilly October wind blowing through my hair. Suddenly, I felt the woman bring her scissors up to my head and snip! The tears flooded down my face, but surprisingly, I was smiling wider than I ever had before. Each October, my high school holds an annual Pink Out football game. At halftime, we have a ceremony, during which girls cut their hair to donate to make wigs for women with breast cancer.…
My primary true color is gold. What frustrates me the most is that I am so dedicated, structured, and organized that I can’t allow myself free time if I know there is work to be done. Regardless of how burned out I am, I can’t quit if I have assignments due. At times I judge myself too hard, causing my anxiety level go up. Also, that I am caring and concerned with others so much so that when I do have free time I don’t spend it on myself to relax.…
My stomach is in knots and my clothes are full of stains. The baby in the ladies lap next to me is sobbing from sleep deprivation, but I guess we all are. The blue lace ribbon from my bonnet is now brown and I just think to myself how I will ever retrieve the crystal blue color it once held. I don’t know what the new world will be like so all I can do for now is dream.…
Many people are good with words, so am I But it just takes me time Time to figure out the right words to say I don’t just say things out of the blue I observer everything you do, so I am able to get a good character out of you Because I don’t assume something that’s not always true…
After an eternity of staring at each other he said for us to compose some intricate “Thank You,” cards. Bewildered, we asked “For who” or “Why” but he simply just stood there saying one phrase: “ You need more color!” I tried to devise a introspection to what this may indicate. I thought of crayons, colored pencils, and markers. They were all in the same drawer.…