Personal Narrative Analysis

For every species there comes a time where we feel like we need interaction with each other, isolation is not something that we as mammals have programed in our brains. We desire love, acceptance and interaction; the kind that brings us all together. We form groups depending on who we are, some can be like humans coming together to bring happiness to each other (Slide 13) or some can be just simply a large group like how penguins flock together (Slide 12) either way we tend to migrate toward each other.
Loneliness is something that no one is prepared for, and for me it came at a time when I was still learning who I was in life. I had just moved from Dallas to Keller, Texas and I knew no one there. I felt like I was the outsider, like I was locked in a glass cage so everyone could stare at me (Slide 1, 7, 20) and no one made it any easier for me. I didn’t know where to go to eat lunch, I didn’t know where to sit in a class and most of all I didn’t know where a good place to hide was. I was alone in everything that I did.
The day I moved was one of the saddest days for me, I had people I knew since I was in elementary with me every day so I felt like I knew my place, like I could lead the way and know that I wasn’t

going to fall (Slide 11) but everything came crashing in on my and I felt like my world had become something so icy (Slide 2). I felt like I was alone, away from all society (Slide 4) even though society was all around me. I started blaming my family for everything that went wrong at my school, because not only was I the new girl I was also the bullies prime person to pick on, needless to say I was alienated because I was different (Slide 8) but I guess that was why I stuck it out.
I was under fire a lot (Slide 19) because I was always absent, I thought that my time would be better at a place where people wanted to be around me rather than a place that wouldn’t ever accept me. I was alone and I was doing everything that I could to fend for myself (Slide 17, 25, 27) in a place that didn’t want me there. I started going through motions, like I would just follow the foot prints that I had made the previous day (Slide 29) hoping that one day something would change. Though I started getting used to being alone (Slide 16, 23) but my mind would always race back to my friends in my old school.
They always loved me (Slide 5, 28) even though I was one of the weirdest people in the area, they accepted me because I was different but as time went by I started to come to a realization, the people that I had known then wouldn’t even recognize the person that I was. That’s when I decided to be the person that I was because I knew I liked myself and if I could just get people to see the real me I would be okay. I woke one morning and decided that who I was wasn’t going to change and I shouldn’t want to change because the people around me wanted me to fit in a society that I hated.
The one day that stuck out to me the most was when I first started school there, I was in a higher math class then I should have been and it was starting to show, my grades were slipping and I started digging myself into a whole and this senor asked if I needed help (Slide 22) . I looked at him like he was crazy, because everyone in the class had avoided me until that moment so I declined his help and he laughed at me which was the biggest throw off for me. He told me something that is even as relevant today as it was that day, he said if I force people away then no one was going to make an effort to ever get to know me.

I shook off what he told me trying to escape the truth, I didn’t think he was right because I tried everything to get at least someone to talk to me but it never happened though I did tell him that he could help after his talk.

Most of that year went by without me talking to any one so I eventually gave up trying to talk to people, until I went to tutoring for that same math class, my teacher told us that any seat would be fine so I took the one furthest to the back and closest to the window so I could look out at the row of buildings and houses nearby (Slide 6) it was all icy for a February day. I can’t remember what the senor was in there for but he wasn’t there for math, he looked over to me and started to laugh then walked over and sat

down.
It was strange because at that moment I had given up, I thought I had no one to talk to and I honestly didn’t want to talk to any one there but he started a light conversation and everything just started opening up for me. He was on the bull riding team and I had no clue we even had that, he told me that one day he was going to make it his life and I was too interested in what he was saying to ever tell him to stop. Though he changed the subject, he finally started asking me something about myself and I froze (Slide 2); he was really asking about me like he was interested in what I had to say. Math was not even on my mind during that tutoring session, I told him that I wanted to be a doctor in a city anywhere but Dallas (Slide 26) but first I was going to have finish math class.