Personal Narrative: Breaking The Barrier

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Maybe it’s the fact that I tend to stay in my room all weekend, which leads to people thinking I’m studying when in reality I am probably binge watching a TV show or maybe it’s my glasses, but most people who don’t know me too well assume that I am smart. Now that is a great thing for me because I don’t have to try as hard to impress them, but I end up finding myself in a bit of a problem. The problem is that everyone thinks I enjoy admiring school textbooks. But the truth is I’m usually admiring my Justin Bieber poster on my bedroom wall. Ever since I was in sixth grade I’ve been a huge fan of Bieber. His music always brought a feeling of calmness and back in the day his “never say never” motto, was what I lived by. I might still be living by that motto because I’ve decided to write this essay …show more content…

I don't have straight A's nor was I able to pass my driving test the first or second time, but I haven't left that stop me from going for what I want. This revelation lead to the solution to my problem. Being a fan of Justin didn't degrade my trustworthiness or determine how smart I am. instead, it helped me realize that people make mistakes, and it's okay even though we all probably don't mess up as bad as Justin did. After that day, whenever someone laughs at me for being a fan and points out all his flaws while interrogating me, I smile and think to myself that we all have messed up. Some of us are just better at hiding it. 5 years ago I never would've thought that being a fan of Justin would not only motivate me to always strive for what I want but also teach me to be proud of who I am. 5 years ago if I never stood by what I loved and instead went along with my friends wouldn't seen how perfect imperfect can be. If someone like Justin who has messed up multiple times, but still manages to be on the top and adored by many I think I can achieve anything I set my mind

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