Personal Narrative: My Hat

My personal Artifact is a baseball my son and I caught at the Giants game. It is white,

Lani: I was helping for someone’s project for COMM 245; I was in the video lab, in the studio. I was on campus and decided to contact everyone I knew who comes to the school. I remember I sent out a snap saying guys I think there is a shooting, be careful and then I started sending out individual texts to people making sure they were okay, like hey are you good? Stay out of an area. I didn’t know how many people were getting shot. I just knew it’s not good and that we have to be careful. At first, the campus was like we are unsure, just be careful, and then it took some time till I finally got an email that said stay on campus and were held there for about two hours, I just kept recording.

My artifact is a fox pinch pot. It was handmade by me. Choosing colors, it ended up orange and black. My pinch pot is important because it was something I made. Every pinch made, took valuable time and endless effort. my pinches represent the choices that molded me into me today, the pot represents my open mindedness, and the fox represents my ability to survive tricky situations

The cultural hat that represents me and that is deeply significant to me would be a mother to my four children. Some of the artifacts from my past as being a mother would be sleepless nights, baby bottles and lots of diapers. As my children have grown older and more independent. Some of the artifacts in the present would be their homework, sporting events. In the future some of the artifacts that I have to look forward to would be buying them their fist car, high school graduations and paying college tuition. Out of the many different hats I could choose from, I consider my mother’s hat the most important. It is also the one hat that no matter what I can never take off, I will always be my children’s mother. My four children

Everyone as a kid has something that offers them security, for most kids it's a blanket, a binki (pacifier), or a bear but for me, I felt most safe with a headband on top of my head. As a kid i had over a hundred headbands ranging in various sizes and colors. When I was little I was known for my headbands, you can ask anyone who went to saint james they would tell you that I wore a different one everyday. There was one teacher who would always tell me my headbands were my, “crowns”and she was right, they made me who i am. To me, headbands were more than just a casual accessory, it sounds dumb but they were the one area where i could express myself and still stay within the dresscode of my catholic school. As a young child, I was extremely attached to my mom and really never wanted to leave her side.

The above quote is how I would describe my childhood. As children we look up to an adult, a role model, and who knew the adult I looked up to would become my Michigan Hero. When you think of a hero you probably think of a superhero like Batman, but my hero hasn't saved the world, at least not that I know of. In 1985 my Michigan Hero was born, my Uncle Pat. To describe my uncle I quote a passage written by Tom Kenny, "He's not a child but he's childlike, he's not a grown up, he's not a kid, maybe he sounds like an elf on helium, we'll play with it." My uncle has taught me to be the person I am today, and that is why

I remember when I was a little girl and my Dad had just gotten remarried, my step-mom told me as we walked up to the entrance of Walmart she said that I could now call her ‘mom’.At the time I was six and I really didn’t understand what was going on and I went along with it being the people-pleaser I am. I just remember thinking this is wierd I already have a mom. I grew up hating my step-mother and ended up just calling her Mrs.Jenniffer. Mrs. Jenniffer has two daughters Ashley and Lexi. They were both mean to me, one time when I was 7 or 8 I don’t remember what I did probably just ‘had an attitude’ but Ashley said go to the corner, a common punishment, apparently my nose wasn't in the corner and she didn’t say anything she just sat on my head

I couldn’t wait to tell my friends about my new craving for books! We were starting school in a week. I decided that I needed some answers. I was laying in bed when I had a great idea. I sneak outside and head to the cemetery. Walking up to the giant ink bottle, I notice the door was cracked open a little bit. I open it and walk through. I see my friend Jack lying on the floor with a bite mark on his neck. I knew I had to keep quiet, or the vampire will come after me. So, I run back home as fast as I could.

I walked out of my now ex-girlfriend’s house disappointed because I thought that this girl, Felicia, was the one. I walked out towards the road where my old car was sitting waiting for me to make the somewhat miserable drive back home. I stumbled into my car and began the drive down M-35 back to the small town of Norton, North Carolina. I couldn’t help but ponder what had gone wrong with Felicia to make her think that enough was enough. I knew I had to focus on the road, but I couldn’t because there were a million thoughts going through my head and I had tears in my eyes.

I am the child of a Jamaican Immigrant and Bronx native, raised in a single parent lower-middle class family in an affluent suburb, 18 miles outside of New York City. My father was absent for much of the first couple years and constituted monthly visits for most of the first two decades of my life. It wasn’t until I was 16, that I truly started building a relationship with my father and as a consequence my mother was the central influential figure in my life. Growing up there was always a strong emphasis placed on the importance of education, as I watched my mom juggled working two jobs and going to school while simultaneously raising me. She made it clear that the reason she stayed in America was in order to pursue her education and that

The threshold goblin stood before me, between me and the end of my quest. “You are small, you are weak, you know nothing!” He screeched. My blood started to boil and my anger built. I shouted back, “That’s not true! I’ve learned enough to get this far!” The goblin smirked and said slyly, “Prove it then puny human! If you do, I will let you pass and have the treasure down the path.” I considered this for a moment, realizing that I would most definitely impress him with my development and gain of knowledge so far on my quest. “Fine!” I shot back. “Ask me any questions about my academic progress. And I’m sure by the end of this encounter, I will be on the other side of you claiming my well-earned reward.” I could see the goblin was troubled by

I remember saying to him on one Monday morning, “What did you do over the weekend Mike?”. He launched into an enthusiastic summary of his weekend which included being at Youth Group, going to church on the Sunday and I even think that he said, “the Lord” or “Jesus” in

In the middle of the night I woke up and at the corner of my room close to the window he was standing there. He pulled his hoodie off as he stared at me pulling out a cigarette and lighted on. “Kevin, I'm here to take care of you.” His head was a skull and as he was talking he inhaled all the smoke in then exhaled it out as the cigarette tip light on. “Look, I don't have time to explain you everything right now. I will explain everything later.” I was confused and scared at the same time thinking who this man was. Well if you can refer to him as a man but what was he was doing here in my room at the middle of the night. The thought of being asleep crossed my mind and wondered whether this was a nightmare. But what happened today at the restroom it was no dream therefore, I’m more

I would rather always have to wear a wizard 's robe and hat in my daily life then wear a referee uniform. For starters, I would not have a problem with wearing a referee jersey every day. It’s the knee high socks, and pants I would have some problems with. Although I might stand out quite a bit in a crown with my pointy hat sticking above people, there are more benefits in wearing the wizard’s outfit.Wizard’s robes come in many different colors and styles; solids, patterns, and trimming on every robe. The rode’s long flowy look would cover your bare skin from harmful and wet weather. The hat would also protect suring both sunny and wet days. When it’s chilly, the wizard’s hat is the best way to warm your head. On extremely cold days, all you

(1) White Neutral hat : White Neutral hat whose role is to collect facts, data, stats and concrete information that lay the groundwork and foundations for your thinking.