Personal Narrative-Mei Fu

Hocking Hills It was a cloudy fall day, a cold feeling, and everything seemed calm. We were at hocking hills camping in cabins. The cabins were two stories with one room on the second story and two rooms on the first story. The cabin was built with brown wood with a tint of orange.

I looked different, and was treated differently. I was often bullied for who I was and thought the best way to make it stop, was to fit in. I started wearing similar clothing, walking, talking and acting like the kids around me. I had lost whom I was, was no better assimilated, and was still picked on. I had enough.

It was March 1963 at Mississippi State University. I was going to class early to get in some last minute cramming before the test over chapter 14. Even though my friend Eric Swan and I study all night. Eric was my best friend from high school. Eric and I did everything together, except when he was with his racist friends.

It was an autumn morning- the crisp September breeze was rattling the newly bare tree limbs, leaves of crimson red, orange and golden tones covered the ground like a soft blanket, and the smell of freshly bailed hay roamed the little parking lot full of vendors. As I got out of my car to walk under the festive tents a lady who seemed quite important and knowledgeable about the Bridgeport Farmers Market walked by ringing a bell. People started traveling through the tents discussing with vendors and other shoppers about an array of things; like the weather or ‘this eggplant color is so rich’ or ‘the healing power of the cookbook.’     Quickly, the small little shopping center that was filled with vibrant colored fruits, vegetables, and flowers became extremely loud. Conversations and chatter were surrounding me as I began to enter the tiny outdoor supermarket.

“Come on make your lay-up, Lewis!” Coach Marshall yells. Obviously not at me though, considering I am always sitting on the bench. He yells this at Alex Lewis, our starting point guard at Rockwood High School. Also, the same starting point guard that plays over me.

Living as a Chinese-American, the narrator had to take on American attributes in order to be accepted -- for example, while normal Chinese women spoke with strong and assertive voices, the narrator adopted a whisper in order to appear “American-feminine. ”(1) As a result, however, her shy demeanor caused her to be an unpopular outcast. She saw herself in another Chinese-American girl at her school, as they had certain, negative similarities. “I hated the younger sister, the quiet one.

People transform a fraction of themselves every day in hopes to please others and be accepted, but in order to do this it is necessary for one to forfeit their soul because they sacrifice their vulnerability when they become someone else and choose to disguise who they whole-heartedly are. People hope to please others because we yearn to be accepted, but in order to please others, we become who society requires us to be and not who they truly are. In the novel, American Born Chinese, the character Jin changes himself in pursuance of his crush, Amelia. When Jin notices Amelia talking to a man with curly hair, Jin’s thoughts are shown as he gradually decides to adjust his hair to look curly to mimic the man he is jealous of. By Jin’s third thought his face shows that he is certain the only way Amelia will notice him is if his appearance is a certain way (97).

Ever since I was young, I have always heard someone talking about Marquette. Part of this may be due to the fact that three of my neighbors have gone to Marquette and have absolutely loved it. Adding on to that, I have met even more people that have gone to Marquette that have really liked it and are usually successful in life. I met even more people at the Marquette open house that were from all over the United States and said they went to Marquette and they hope their child will attend Marquette as well. This made me realize that Marquette is truly local, since I know several people that have gone to Marquette that live by me and at the same time it is global, since I have met people around the United States, as well as other countries that

In the Joy Luck Club, Jing Mei Woo attempts to find a balance between Chinese and American cultures after their initial rejection of the former, showing the difficulty and complexity of forming an identity as an individual coming from two backgrounds. Jing Mei Woo feels that her mother, Suyuan, is controlling every aspect of her life; her childhood is full of resentment for her mother, who believed that “you could be anything you wanted to be in America” (Tan 143), the mantra that her mother lived by to make Jing Mei a child prodigy. Because of her lack of autonomy, Jing Mei wants to break from the grasp that her mother has on her, in hopes that her principles, beliefs, and most importantly, her independence, will define who she is. Suyuan

My Theme Song Songs can connect with how we feel and our experiences. Music has been a major part of my life ever since I was just a toddler. For me music has helped me express what I am feeling and who I am as a person. My therapy has been music, it has helped me through almost every problem I have faced. With listening to the song lyrics, we can get a true understanding of what the artist is trying to tell us.

In the small town of San Diego, Texas is where the Mew Ranch lies. The ranch is 300 acres of mesquite trees and dirt roads filled with all different kinds of wildlife. This ranch has been in my my family a little over 125 years. My great great great great uncle, John Cleary, was the mayor of this thriving town back in the day that was known for its sheep farming. Everyone adored John Cleary and when elections were coming up, everyone knew that John was going to win.

Off and On I, Kevin Sandersons, am not a genius. I simply am determined to succeed in my future, yet my grades and actions in class imply the future Einstein is present, according to my classmates. But that’s not how I visualize myself. I’m 13 years old and I live in Charleston, SC.

Vivian Key is four years old and halfway through scarfing down a bowl of applesauce when her mother says, “Vivvy, don’t play with your food.” Vivian pauses in the middle of waving her (unused) spoon around like a wand and pouts. “Why?” she asks, scooping up another glob of applesauce with her fingers. “I’m a fairy.”

How do we identify ourselves? As a woman or a man? As rich or poor? As young or old? As black or white or maybe something in between?

Bursting through the surface of refreshing ice cold water, you feel as if you came back to life, but hear you are staring straight ahead at mother natures home, but you have to be careful because like every home there will always be one insect or little creatures lurking around this beautiful natural made home. As you 'll recover from stumbling over rocks. You pick yourself back up, and continue the journey. Kloofing is an amazing experience it may be tough but, you will get through it.