The sound of the wheels from a skateboard on the pavement rattles my head. The only thing stopping the pounding noise was the slight breeze of air that flew through cooling down all the noise. Blowing through the blue curls in my hair the wind covered my ears. No worries could reach me in this moment. The excitement to get to the library kept me flying down the road. I could already imagine the smell in the air of old paperback books enveloping my nose. Getting to run my fingers over new books hard spines that hold the forever stories together.
Stop!
I 'm lost. This girl with the blue hair is not me--she is whom I wish to be. Annaleah is who she is and she shows the true me when I dont have the ability. I am the girl with my face plastered
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I walked away knowing who I am and wish to be, all because of Annaleah Lankston. A silly blue haired skateboarder who I made up in my own head, who ran every aspect of my life until now. Don’t get me wrong, Annaleah is still here. I couldn 't write this story without her. But she isn 't who I wish to be anymore. She is my inner monologue, always reminding me of who I am and pushing me to do my best in everything that challenges me. Don’t get me wrong; I did try being her. She was my aim in life for so long. I tried the blue hair, but it turned to shit green and I immediately regretted it. And I do speak my mind, but I choose what to speak because I realize the stuff I hold in my brain makes conversation way more fun. I keep things in my mind because I’m a thinker. I would rather hold onto something and think about it for weeks, than blurt it out and have others give me their opinions. Opinions they force on me not giving me the opportunity to form my own opinion. Yes, she had the older brother I’ve always wanted. However, I have an older sister who I can steal clothes from and I guess she isn 't all that bad. The truth is, I spent so much of my own life wishing to be someone I thought I wanted to be when now I know I wouldn 't choose to be anyone but myself. I have Annaleah and my high school English teacher to thank for that. And who am I? I am the girl that rips the missing person sign plastered on every light pole down, not looking at the familiar face staring at me as I do so. This girl was finally found, finally knows who she is. I am Samantha Livingston and wish to only be
Did you know that on January 11th it was national Step in a Puddle and Splash your friends Day. It was also the day that I Ashaunti Nyquanna Hyman was born, in Greenville,NC at Pitt Memorial Hospital. Venus Bond and Orvin Hyman was glad to welcome their baby girl into the world with my twin sister Azion Hyman. My other sisters Jerika-Montoya Bond and Chantal Goddard and my brothers Tyshon Bond, Tre’von Bond, and Nyquan Hyman. I own a Red Nose Pitt Bull named Jornei and a Chihuahua named Precious.
As a young girl, I was never fond of the name Anna. The name came along with too much baggage.. Unknowingly, people would constantly call me the wrong name, and some people, disregarding my opinion, even created strange nicknames for me. Over the years, I have been called a variety of names including Annie, Ann, Anna, Annabelle, Anne Frank, banana, banana boat, etc. Frankly, there are just too many variations of the name “Anna”. Being an extremely common name, almost everywhere I go, whether it be school or the grocery store, I always seem to find another “Anna”. Although nameberry.com tells me that “Anna” means grace, it actually means unique, intelligent, and affectionate.
Connie, on the other hand, is a young teenage girl who doesn’t have enough love in her family and be attractive to older men, she is the main character in Joyce Carol Oates’ Where are you going, Where have you been.” Although these two characters are different in severial aspects, at the same time possess certain similarities that played important when choosing these two characters for the literary analysis. These two characters are good example of most teenagers who are out there struggling with finding their identity; all the young boys and girls who feel like they have to do certain thing things, engage in certain behaviors or be like certain people to find their position. If you questioned every young person you would find out that they all have one unique problem; the problem of rebellion, search for freedom and how to conform. They have found a solution to this problem by defying all social norms and leading a life where you want to be someone else. The issue of identity and clearly state one’s values and principles is a very difficult thing for most
An ordinary girl trapped by the critical decisions she has made, Connie has sent herself on a journey of misfortune and sorrow. In “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?” Joyce Carol Oates gives an insight on real troubles faced in a teenage girl’s life. Connie represents many individuals suffering these unfortunate events. She is a self-doubting, insecure, fifteen year old, on the road to destruction. Her cliché acts such as the “quick, nervous giggling habit of craning her neck to glance into mirrors or checking other people’s faces to make sure her own was all right” show that she is not as socially mature as she hopes to appear (199). Connie’s mother disapproves of the way she acts, “Stop gawking at yourself. Who are you? You think you’re so pretty?” is just one common phrase from Connie’s mother showing how critical she is of her behavior (199-200). From Connie’s point of view, she is constantly criticized by her family; however, she blames the criticism on their “jealousy” of her looks. She uses her appearance as a front to keep people from seeing the truth; that Connie is really just a young, confused girl, searching for her identity in all the wrong places. The most important person to know is oneself, yet Connie lacks just that. She knows and understands everyone around her better than herself and that is what causes
Dancing her way through the aisle to receive her Deans Key award, no one would have ever thought that senior AnnMary Chemmachel battled with anxiety during her nursing education at Lewis University.
...o you are and accept yourself. Now with this story there is not much in the way of language to support this, but when it comes to point of view it more than makes up for it. The story makes the reader think about who they are, and question whether they are okay with it. It is this provocation of thought that hooks the reader and makes them want to read more and delve deeper into themselves to find out more about who they are. The character, Marilyn, is very bland in the beginning, but as you read on she becomes very relatable, and it almost feels like we are in her place experiencing the constant conflict of who she is and who everyone wants her to be. We hope she can overcome this obstacle and be a better person for it; however, she is still very conflicted at the end making it even more relatable to real life, because not everything can end as a happily ever after.
Not because I was working, watching movies or reading a good book. Not because I was up working on the mountain size pile of laundry sitting in the corner of my room that calls my name.
“Who am I” is a question that most teens find themselves asking at some point during their adolescence. A person’s identity is not made up of just one thing it includes their religion, ethnicity, occupation, physicality, gender, and sexuality. Understanding one’s identity means to fully understand all of these completely different aspects of one self. In The Well of Loneliness by Radclyffe Hall, Stephen Gordon struggles with understanding her identity and her inversion. Her physical appearance clearly has an extremely strong effect on the way she views herself. “A Curious Double Insight: ‘The Well of Loneliness’ and Native American Alternative Gender Traditions” by Tara Prince-Hughes explains that identifying as a lesbian and an invert means two completely different things. Through Native American traditions Hughes explains that Stephen’s definition of her identity resembles their two-spirit emphasis on gender rather than the lesbian emphasis on sexual desire. The article “Hall of Mirrors: Radclyffe Hall's ‘The Well of Loneliness’ and Modernist Fictions of Identity” by Laura Green discusses the struggles that Stephen faced with her inversion and how it reflected on her identity throughout the book.
A huge struggle in life is trying to find ourselves and determine our identity, both in the present and the future. Now, we all may not find ourselves at such a young age, but eventually we will figure out how we are accepted into this world. Fictional characters may not get to live throughout the entirety of a story, but while present, they can keep the story going. An author may have been in a particular situation and now they are expressing their thoughts through their characters in their writing. Identity and self-reflection are natural in stories, both fictional and nonfictional. The two stories that are being compared within literary devices have similar ways in which the authors express their thoughts: “Boys and Girls” by Alice Munro and “Shiloh” by Bobbie Ann Mason. In both “Boys and Girls” and “Shiloh” readers can see the theme of the search and acceptance of self-identity in Munro and Mason’s choices of setting, symbol and characterization.
A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
The sounds of laughter echoed around the living room and the smell of sweet potatoes, dressing, chitterlings, and turnip greens filled the air. The living room walls were white and red curtains were hanging in front of the window seals. The fire place had black coal around the edges of brown brick that formed from burning short days and long nights. I could hear my little cousins’ feet hitting the brown and shiny hardwood floor as they ran to the kitchen. Their laughter echoed around the dense hallway, and those sounds reminded me that I had the longest day ahead of me. I rolled out of bed and stared at the reflection of myself and let out a deep sigh. As my feet rubbed against
While growing up with my two sisters, me being the oldest one, Sophia, who is the second oldest and Adriana the smallest one out of us three. Even though, we have grown up side by side, share the same parents and live under the same roof. Each and every one of us have different life experience.
I hesitated as I opened the car door for I knew that it was not very pleasant outside. As I got out of the car I felt the cold seep into my bones and I started to shiver. The wind howled and nipped my nose, and ears, turning them a brilliant cherry red. I could hear the loud rushing sound of water in the distance. And the streets wher...
There is a saying that says “You have three selves. The self you show the world (me or Nygeria), the self your friends and family see (myself or Nygee), and the self that no one but yourself sees (I or Nusa).” This paper is gonna explain all of those sides of myself plus the alter ego (her or Nuna).
After countless hours of uncomfortable naps and tasteless meals between flights, we finally arrived at the unfamiliar land of America. Leaving all our dear friends and families behind, I was told that we came here in hope of a better future, my future specifically. I was never really socially active and at the time, English was a whole new concept that I have yet to understand. The inability to communicate with other makes it even harder for me to express myself and it mold my personality to become more antisocial than I ever was. There’s always this uneasy feeling that linger when someone talk to me and I cannot give them a response and it’s even harder to say something because I was afraid of making a mistake and make a fool out of myself.