Narrative: I moved to Kansas City, Kansas seven years ago. It all started when I was in 6th grade with these girls. I was a different race then them. They thought it would be cool to mess and try to get rid of the white girl. One day, they decided to try everything they possibly can to get me kicked out. It was the day of gym. There was basketballs and volleyballs. As far as in the corner it could be, there was tetherball. I thought it would be fun to go and join them. Try and make friends, but it was not like that for them. The ball came around to the girls’ side and Boom. My face was bloody as it ever could be. My glasses were thrown off my face, my eyes were starting to bruise and finally, I could barely see out of my eyes. It went on for weeks after weeks. The next time, Jasmine tried to push me down, but instead my hand got caught in the gym door and skin was ripped off. I still have the scar to prove it. The scar has never left my hand and it reminds me of how much I was never wanted in the world. A few times after that day, she tried to get me suspended repeatedly using the same story. She kept telling the story but to different principals at the school. After the third time she tried they told her just to stop trying nothing was going to work. The first girl decide was going to try more. Her name was Karla. Karla, was the meanest girl on earth. The …show more content…
I never thought about society seeing people the way it does today or back then. Turns out, I never knew there was other races besides white and black growing up because I was so isolated. Just because I was different then those girls, I was treated different every day. As of today, I am still treated differently whether I have an accent, how I dress, how I live, where I live etc. Growing up, I was considered white trash and to this day I am still not the biggest fan of that
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I am in the middle of my freshmen year as I write this Narrative. Now, that you are reading this I am a sophomore and you are a freshmen. I will be telling you what you can do to make your year or years better here at NorthView High School. I remember thinking it was going to be scary I thought I wasn’t going to have that many friends. But, the truth is Middle school and High school is not that different then you think.
I was glad that had beaten the stereotype, even though it still applied to the other girls. Once, my teacher let a couple of boys play tackle football, but when I wanted to join, he made them switch to touch. It probably wasn’t the best idea to let them play tackle football in the first place, but I hated that I was treated differently. In general think that am an introverted person who defends what I believe
And after a Mile of walking, we would be there. When we got to the brick we scaned are cards. And we went to the gym and there are Two sides one for daycare kids , and one for people to play basketball , so the other court Was open, so me and my brother went to that court because it was less crowded. So we played for about an hour, and then the daycare kids came in, so , so me and my brother Where kicked off that court.
Throughout the school year I began to get out casted more, except for when I met a girl named was Sarah. Sarah was Caucasian, and she welcomed me without judging me in school. Sarah was my first encounter of a person from a different race and background who actually wanted to be my friend. I saw no difference in Sarah and she saw no difference in me, even though I was in ESOL classes. Ideally, at a young age I did not know anything about racial differences, I just knew about my ethnicity differences at that point in time.
My heart was beating a thousand times a minute I was thrilled. I was starting to gain confidence in myself and in my game. About 3 months later our winter practicing began on the way there my dad told me, “No matter what happens out there, just remember it's about having fun.” As I came into practice I was greeted by the familiar faces that were at the tryout. The first thing we did was throwing with a partner.
Personal Narrative Essay Believe it or not, sometimes a gracious action can bring a huge influence on a person. When I read the introduction that instructor Heller wrote, there is a sentence she wrote: “Sometimes the most influential moments in our lives are smaller moments, events that we may not recognize as influential until years after the experience.” For some reason, I related to it strongly. My story is about my high school experience. Also, I will share some significant moments in my life, and how these smaller moments changed my personality.
My body was covered in scars and stretch marks, it was disgusting, especially for a guy. I changed into my blood red shirt that had the school's logo on it and a green pair of knee-length shorts. I flushed the toilet so that everyone would think I actually went in to do my business. Then, I walked out, washed my hands, and entered the gym. I sat in my assigned destination, on the cold, hard, and dirty floor.
I was in first grade, school was out for the weekend. It was a calm sunny day with temperatures in the upper 70’s. McKenna, my neighbor yelled over for me to play, and her friend Kari was also there. They were playing happily on her trampoline. They got off and walked over to the swing set to play on the slide, and I started to swing.
The first time I had a brush with racism, was 2 years ago. I was going for my CNA class early in the morning (6:30am) walking down Mitchell street downtown. This white lady was coming out of her car and immediately she saw me jumped back in the car and close the door. I look behind me thinking she saw something that made her afraid, and that maybe, I thought I needed to be aware too. But there was no one behind me it was just the two of us on the street.
In my first two years of high school I truly had no intention of pursuing an education further than high school. During freshman year I got a D in my first trimester of science, at the time I didn't realize how that effect me later. I am now planning on retaking that same class during my second trimester this year. At the end of my sophomore year I got another grade that was below what I would have liked to earn, I got a D in my social studies class. I had a lot of trouble with this course and I was participating in lacrosse at the same time
In gym we were going to have free play. Most people played basketball, but some people played volleyball too. By now the bell was about to ring, so I packed my
Let’s travel back in time to when I was 16, almost thirty years. I was in the 11th grade, but just barely because it was August of 1990. This was our first year in the new high school that had just been completed. Like most teenagers, I had a specific group of friends that I hung out with at school, every morning, at lunch and after school. I remember them so well.