The Gift of the Veil. One day, my mother sent me over to get a package from Uncle Darnell. He lived on the other side of the apartment building we lived. When I got there, he was cutting a man’s hair.…
Working on the Greek mask project was difficult because I wasn't sure how to begin and due to my lack of artistic talent. I was able to overcome my initial difficulties by looking at masks on Pinterest for inspiration. After, looking around I opted to go with the classic Greek "tragedy" mask and just add my own flare to it. The materials I used to create my mask were cardboard, paper, makeup, and leaves. To begin my creation I took a piece of cardboard and cut out the shape of a mask and two large eyes using a knife.…
When I think about the boy who I was growing up, the young adult I am today, and the man I plan to be in the forthcoming years, one aspect of my life stands out to me far more radiantly than anything else: my culture, my skin, my identity as a Bangladeshi-American. There aren't many clubs or organization for Bangladeshi Americans such as myself. Make no mistake, there are certainly events for Bangladeshis living in the United states, many that I have attended due to various entreaties from my parents. These are event where the only language spoken is one that I barely speak (Bengali), the only music conversed about is that which I don't listen to or understand, and the only events discussed happen in another country that I have spent only a…
Iclesias Phanord Breaking the Norm I’m surrounded by bouncing basketball and expectations. I had not yet found my vocation. However, many people around me had; whether it was basketball, cheerleading, or track - they had found a purpose that drove them. I did not have anything that I was truly passionate about but when I began playing volleyball, I discovered it and I fell in love with the intensity that came when I touched a volleyball.…
My first position is my house because you are relaxed and focus and my house is quiet and peacful so there's no noise and im not distracted like if i was somewhere where there is alot of noise and stuff to get me distracted like games and stuff like that thats just me personally i get distracted alot i need to be some where that's quiet to help me be on task. My second position is the library becaeuse first and foremost there is not talking in the library so it's originally quiet and that's what i like because alot of people function more when there's peace and quiet and some don't they just like the noise to do there work but i personally think there should be quiet while doing work.…
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.…
I am someone who smiles Someone always telling jokes to make sure no one thinks something is wrong So no one suspects a thing when they see my smile I am someone who fixes the feelings of those whose hearts are shattering like pieces of glass I am someone who loves to dress up and wear makeup so no one sees how truly I am From the bags from staying up at night to the red from crying, both under the concealer Tears behind my eyeshadow-covered eyelids Cracks underneath my red lipstick And the pain within the mouth that contains whitened teeth…
Bah! Ouch! “Why would you shoot my face!?” My brother and I were outside playing with dirt and Nerf Guns. It was mid afternoon a windy summer day, when we heard hollering inside the house.…
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.…
“So, how are you handling everything?” Mom questioned, “You know, with the move and all? You seem to spend a lot more time in your room.” “Mom! I’m…
I don’t hide behind a veil anymore. All my life I’ve been incredibly passive, never getting into much conflict and hiding how I actually am. I was relatively silent even with my friends until the end of my Freshman year of high school. Yes, I’d occasionally start a conversation or two with my classmates, but only if I had observed that they were friendly. Otherwise, it was as if my mouth had a jammed zipper on it, and it would only open after much effort.…
Who am I? This question has been on my mind lately. Just to think about it, brings me feelings of a doubt and uneasiness. Many times I was told that it is impossible to figure out what is behind my defiant and troublesome face. Also I had a chance to hear that same face is like the mask, hiding the real me beneath of it.…
A few years ago I remember walking home from school. Mind you I thought I was very handsome back in those days, I had soft, dark brown hair, I went to the gym every day, I was fit and healthy, personally I thought I was a ladies man and I still am (I think). Anyways, I was almost home…
As soon as I put on the mask I lost my identity, and along with it, my comfort. Our group decided to intervene by having a masked figure stand out in a public space at night. The masked figure was handing out “Good Luck” cards to encourage people to do well on their final exams. We started with around ten cards, and after hours passed, we still had five. The masked man was being completely ignored even though he was trying to promote positive intentions.…
When I thought about my personal identity, actually it was little hard to recognize what is my identity. So first, I focus on a visual identity that I think. I’m Japanese. I was born and raised in Japan. My thinking and American’s thinking will have some differences.…