Personal Narrative: Deeauna Venatta

A role model is someone you are inspired by, someone you look up to. I believe role models come from the heart and they make you strive to be the best you can be. I look up to my older sister, Danaka, she used to treat me like she was my second mother. Danaka always cared for me and picked me up when I fell down. We used to laugh, play, and have fun together when we were kids. Danaka also has a child of her own now, and I strive to become the loving, caring mother that she is. I look up to my sister because she is caring to all around her, she treats everyone with kindness and respect, and she has a gigantic heart for the world.

When I was 6 years old, I found my passion for a sport that gave me great opportunities including my ability to work hard, make memories, and create long-lasting friendships. Of course i chose the very rough sport of hockey. Over the past years, a couple of bumps and bruises never hurt me, they made me even stronger.

With my Cajita I would like to express myself as a person who is going through changes and a journey to becoming the best person that I can be at this moment in my life. Since I realize I didn’t have a meaning to life and all my hard worked was mean less since I didn’t have a true purpose for my hard work. I realize that life don’t have to be so complex and that we must find our own path even if people don’t agree with our choices. Therefore, my three artifacts that going to be in my Cajita will representing my journey of change and symbolize me truly fallen in love with myself for both inner and outer. So, my three artifacts are the Bible, kickboxing hand wraps, and hair pick. The reason I choose these three unique artifacts was because

When I think of a place that is special to me multiple things come to mind. My bedroom for starters is very special to me, especially because of the privacy it provides. I have six siblings, so privacy is something I value highly. Another special place to me is Black Bay Park, which is where my family would take walks to back in Post Falls, Idaho. There is one place however that shines brighter than the rest, and that is my grandparents' house. I'm not sure what it was about that place when I was a kid, and it almost feels like a dream just thinking about it. When I was a kid their house in the spring always looked perfect, it was bright, smelled like fresh flowers, and the colors were enchanting. The sun was always visible, there never seemed

I am so sorry I’ve emailed you so many times but I would really really like to meet one on one with Gerardo. My initial meeting that was scheduled for February 14th, I had to cancel due to being very sick and not wanting to spread it to him or his family. Are there any open slots?

Just like you, I am really like animals as well. Before I came to the U.S, I had 4 dogs and 2 cats, and I’m really enjoy the time with them. However, when I came to the U.S six years ago, I stop to think about to adopt a dog because I think it is really difficult to take care of a dog or a cat in the U.S (My apartment office didn’t allow me to have one). Also, I’m so afraid if the pet die because it’s so sad and hurt for a long time. Like my uncle, three years ago, his cat died after five years live with him. My uncle cried like a baby and got shock for several weeks after that; therefore, I’m not ready to have a pet. Anyway, nice to meet you, and I hope you have a great time in this semester.

Being old enough to actually remember a birth now, when my little sister was born has to be one of the best memories by far. I have two younger sister, Jaylene who is 10 years old and Hannah who is and year old. I was only 5 when my sister Jaylene was born which makes it hard to remember anything than the small vague memories I have of the day she was born. On the other hand my sister Hannah was born last year. When my parents told me they were pregnant I was unsure and skeptical about the news. I thought having a another younger sibling would be nice but I also thought a lot of my parents attention would have to go to the baby leaving less time for me to do the things I want to do. As time went on i’ve grown onto the fact that we were

Rafiqa Hassan arrived in Australia, 2006. In an attempt to escape the horror attaches in Afghanistan. The constant bombing, no education, and unequal right comparing women to men were falling. It was time to leave, for good. They decided to flea their home country couldn’t return due to fear of persecution when they cross borders and seek safety in another country. Persecution, conflict, violence and war were getting higher every minute. Australia has one of the best refugee resettlement programs in the world and is surrounded by oceans. Rafiqa’s dad took the risk of travelling by a boat. Taking risks in open ocean and on poor quality boats and in crowded conditions only to get to Australia in hope of finding a better place.

“Respect your body, Kemisa, as your body is your temple.” I’m a 15 year old girl with more insecurities than my fingers can count and this temple, in which the essence of my being lies has been torn apart, burned, and vandalized. I can have no respect for this so called sacred place because the foundations are broken by Dior ads and Victoria Secret models. This temple is more of a prison. Its these godly looking women with porcelain skin, and perfectly placed ribs that have taught me to exhale less, to hold in my stomach, and to not eat too much in public, to skip dinner on days I know I had a big lunch, to convince my self the the lettuce on my plate will suffice, to only take pictures in bright sunlight so my skin doesn 't look to dark.

The cab driver doesn’t even raise his eyebrows when a teenage girl gets in his car and gives a long-distance address. He maintains a driving pace that 's seventeen miles over the speed limit. I decide that I like him.

Life is not life without obstacles standing in our way; obstacles are what make us a better or a worse person. In a college student’s life obstacles are an everyday thing because we do not only have to worry about school, but about our homes and jobs. Maybe our mother is sick and there is no one else to take care of her, so we have to stay and help her. My barriers are not something I can fix overnight, but I am trying.

Danea was sitting at the table outside as Bella practiced her science presentation while Olivia was giving her tips on her speech. Bella had moved to the states in first grade but she still had a thick British accent. Her accent coupled with her inability to talk slowly and the way she phrased every sentence as if it were a question made her hard to understand, as if that wasn’t bad enough Bella always seemed to have some annoying point of view or argument. Danea hated Bella more than anyone in her friend group. Bella was barely even in the gang as it was, she had other friends, but just liked to sit with Danea and her friends because they were much better than her other ones. Danea rolled her eyes every time she saw Bella at the lunch table Danea had to suppress her repulsion, but she didn’t care what Bella thought about her, so her quick bitter insults often escaped her head and rolled onto her tongue, and

Many people by the time they’re my age already know who they are, what they want to do with their life or how they see themselves in the future. But I can’t sit here and write you my name’s Dayana, I love puppies, I’m a calm person, I want to be a physiatrist when I’m older; because sometimes I don’t really know who I am, I feel like my personality changes with who I’m with and what I’m doing, sometimes i feel that I don 't know my identity.

Today was a quiet snowfall and everyone was outside.During the time It was christmas break.People were building snowman,Having snowball fights,Sleding,and just having a blast.the grass was pointing out of the snow.Now the grass was at least 5 inches under the snow.So much snow in 6 hours.The air had a hint of oak wood in it.The snow felt soft but was also thick at the same time.I had plans to go with my grandpa to go christmas shopping the next day,But I didnt know that this was not going to be happening.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The thundering sound of my dads fist banging on my bedroom door. I'm cuddled up in my blanket hoping it will protect me from the sound, from the pain, and my dad. What did I do wrong? Why am I here? All I hear is "MAHLI, OPEN UP!". I know what my dad is going to do to me, I know he's gonna hurt me, and I know I won't be able to take it. The sound finally stops. I want to peek out to see if he's gone for another drink, but I'm to scared. My mind is every where..I want to be gone. Get away from every thing and every one. I want to go to a place where no one knows my name. It'll be easier. No more tears, no more hate, and no more pain. No one knows me, well.. they know the Mahli that wears black jackets, black jeans, and has scars on her arms.