Personal Narrative: A Raven-Honored Woman

“Attention, everyone! We have one more person that will be joining this group today," announced a raven-haired woman in her late twenties. At the command of the demanding but soft voice, twenty-four heads turned to face me. Immediately heat crawled up my neck to my face, and half-moon indentions decorated the palms of my hands. The cold room became dead silent as curiosity shone through the eyes of the seated potential friends or enemies. The obsidian-haired woman then turned to me and said, “Please introduce yourself to the class and share something interesting about yourself.” “Hi,” I said with an awkward wave of my right hand, “I’m Kimmi Sin and I enjoy drawing and singing along to music.” I end with a shaking voice and unconvincing smile.

In school I wasn’t exactly a loner, but I didn’t exactly fit in either. I had people to talk to but they wouldn’t stay for a long time, at least not long enough to be considered friends. Instead of having plenty of friends and getting in trouble for being too rowdy in the lunchroom, I was the Asian girl who fit the stereotype of being smart. The people who would come up to me usually only came to ask for help on classwork and I was too shy to approach other people due to being insecure. So to say my social and communication skills were bad was an understatement. The second Mrs. Smith reported which role was whose, my heart dropped into the burning pit of acids that was my stomach. I contemplated asking for a switch, but the thought of being a nuisance stopped me. My responsibilities included coming up with a mission statement and to persuade the audience to be in favor of our organization. On the other hand, Andrea was in charge of creating our display board and Marina had to come up with the slogan as well as the logo. As a group we decided on the topic of preventing the extinction of species and our logo was of a