I am constantly divided.
Separated from every one whom I have come to harbor feelings for, I have come to the point of abandon. We grow apart. The promise of always keeping in contact is uttered; something which I wish I was never told, because the truth hurts less than a blatant lie. People move on; they have no time to rekindle old flames, nor do they care enough to put effort into someone that doesn't make an effort back. I have stopped putting my faith in others because I have come to the belief that I am all I need. It's quite lamentable. Call me self-centered, pompous, or any other variation of the word, but I would rather fail on my own than to have others take the blame. Maybe in some sort of backwards way it is my form of looking
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This idea was swiftly shattered as I entered a world so unlike the one I grew up in. The kids that would be my classmates for four years were already divided into their cliques as I was the last child to join the class. At first, I was scorned because of my harsh and straightforward personality to which everyone strayed away from me. It wasn't until my 6th grade year that I was stuck with Robin-- who absolutely loathed me--as my robotics project partner. We became close friends in the process and she opened me up to join many people that shared similar interests. I also met Jordan who's quirkiness caused me to come out of my shell and show my 'true' personality as well. It was in 8th grade, on our graduation day that we held our diplomas, stretched our arms as far as they could go, elation filled every fiber of our being; the fact that we had escaped the hell that kept us for four years; it was that day that we faced each other with bright smiles and said naively, "Keep in touch." I vowed to keep my promise as I stared at my phone with the hope that it would fill with calls and texts. Sometimes it did, but I was the one who could not uphold my part. I have always found things like communication trivial and too much work. I was the one who wouldn't accept the people who tried so hard to reach me and in turn they gave up on …show more content…
Perhaps I am the ignorant party. I have always filled disconnected to all else in this sense. Disconnected from the world. My friends. Myself. Divided between loving myself and hating myself. Divided between reaching out or staying in the company of solitude. For solitude is no one's fault but my own. A spiteful child that fears asking for help because she believes it is a sign of weakness. She believes she isn't weak. That standing on her own two feet means she is strong. That not crying means she is strong. But inside she yearns for that release, for that moment of weakness to escape, but she bottles it up. She stores her emotions on a cobwebbed shelf buried in the chamber of her heart. In the moment that she cries it rattles the iron walls of her heart, spilling the contents of her emotions that she tried so hard to hide. For that girl is me, wanting someone to reach out and say it is all right. But denying that help seems so much easier than letting someone in; to see the tears I had tried so hard to keep in. And it hurts. It hurts to be so detached. Trying to be something I possibly am not. I don't know who I am but I think I know. I am
...air style. I was trying to fit in while finding out who I was. I tried different things by joining the Asian American Club, National Honors Society, and H2O Bible club. In addition, I learned how to play volleyball. Through those clubs and the friends I met, I found out what defined me as a person and what I had a passion for. I was able to define myself by junior year as a person who was a perfectionist, athletic, nice, and loved to dance. I can relate to Cady from the movie because she also was trying to find her identity and how she fit into a new environment. I am glad that I had parents and friends that were able to support me and guide me into the right direction to become the person I am now. My parents would rebuke me when I was wrong and my friends were there to keep me accountable of my actions.
This was from the mind of young Grealy, the girl who had a depressed and angry mother, the mother that taught her that it was never okay to show weakness or cry (Grealy 30). Young Grealy believed that the way she earned acceptance during her first visit to the ER could carry over into her home life. I think that this moment encompassed all that Grealy was feeling at this time. The feeling that she was responsible for her mother’s unhappiness and depression, the feeling that if she showed she was not afraid, no one else in her family would be either, and the feeling that if she was not brave, her family would be unhappy forever. This was important because she felt that she had discovered a way to make her family whole again.
The Geeks Shall Inherit The Earth is a book by Alexandra Robbins which summarizes the story of seven different teenagers that have many different problems, which many of todays teenagers also have. I found myself having many similarities to the teenagers in the story, for example, when with her group Whitney, the popular bitch, thinks “You didn't day that when we were alone, but now that you're in front of a group you do” (Robbins 21). I can relate to this because I feel as though many people are pressured to say or do things they normally wouldn't whenever they are with their group or ‘clique’. Robbins has this idea that the freaks and geeks, or “cafeteria fringe” will someday grow up and use what they are criticized for to become more successful than the other peopler people. She calls this the ‘Quirk Theory’ (Robbins page 11). This helped me to learn that right now, in high school, not being ‘popular’ may seem like the end of the world, but the reality of it is that after these four years, it wont even matter, but what will be important is how you learned to grow as a person and the true friendships that were made. This makes me want to focus more on my education and learning to grow as a person instead of focusing on how many friends I have or who I sit with at lunch, because truthfully it wont matter once high school is over.
No one would talk to her, recess was spent in anguish, and she would find garbage and spoiled food in her book bag. As she progressed into 5th grade, some of the social atmosphere began to shift in subtle but profound ways. Being accepted into a clique is all that matters. Instead of being admired for class participation, as in earlier years she was laughed at and labeled as “teacher’s pet.” She said the rules were simple “shun or be shunned—if you weren’t willing to go along with the crowd, you would become the reject.”
When life becomes overwhelming during adolescence, a child’s first response is to withdraw from the confinement of what is considered socially correct. Individuality then replaces the desire to meet social expectations, and thus the spiral into social non-conformity begins. During the course of Susanna’s high school career, she is different from the other kids. Susanna:
This poem has earned this title because the speaker is explaining the origins of her strength, and how she can push forward through tough times. This poem could emulate the diary of a black woman describing how she has to endure so much in life, and often time more than her peers. Not only does this black woman have to face racism and injustice due to the color of her skin, but she also has to deal with sexism and unfair treatment due to her gender. Some may see it impossible for someone to function while dealing with such a doubled head sword, but this black woman still manages to continue on her path in life despite it all. This diary entry represents the black woman’s strength.
I was nave. I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time and a painful boomerang of expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: That I am nobody but myself. But first I had to discover that I am an invisible man! (Ellison 361)
The daughter alludes to an idea that her mother was also judged harshly and made to feel ashamed. By the daughters ability to see through her mothers flaws and recognize that she was as wounded as the child was, there is sense of freedom for both when the daughter find her true self. Line such as “your nightmare of weakness,” and I learned from you to define myself through your denials,” present the idea that the mother was never able to defeat those that held her captive or she denied her chance to break free. The daughter moments of personal epiphany is a victory with the mother because it breaks a chain of self-loathing or hatred. There is pride and love for the women they truly were and is to be celebrated for mother and daughter.
Throughout the history of man, separation has been a part to their lives in one fashion or another. Man has faced separation from their god, from their community, from their loved ones and from their dreams and desires. Recognizing this continuing condition, writers throughout time have written about such separation that people have experienced. In fact, separation seems to be the central theme in many literary pieces of work.
“My strength did not come from lifting weights. My strength came from lifting myself up when I was knocked down,”-Bob Moore. This quote demonstrates that people gain emotional strength from fighting through adverse experiences. This concept is shown in the texts “ The Story of Green-Blanket Feet”, an excerpt from Spider Woman's Granddaughter by Humishima, and the text Mary Rowlandson, an excerpt from “From a Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson.” Both women go through similar difficult situations, however they both find strength in protecting things close to them and they both come out of their difficult situations stronger. This concludes that a person’s greatest strength is protecting what they love. Green
I am Monise Ghandchi. I am a 17-Year-Old persian girl who holds many personalities. I am energetic, athletic, generous, loud, quiet, innocent, guilty, and etc. However, the youths i grew up with narrowed my presence down to one thought. A single story. Although i’ve wondered, I never actually knew why people at my school wouldn 't interact with me since I’ve always been extremely friendly and generous towards anyone who got to know me. Then again, not many people tried to get to know me. I remember trying so hard to make friends that i have even straight up asked other kids if i could be their best friend. All they would do is give me an odd look and brush it off, ignore me, or shout at me until i went away. Needless to say, my strategies of not
...friends” then they would interpret my words differently and make me look like a bad person. Rumors were spread, arguments took place, and I lost those two friends because they couldn’t treat me right. I learned to not be friends with anyone who might spread rumors about me or that might be too easily offended. I found out that the popular kids can be mean sometimes. I was made fun of for my oversized sweater. The sweater used to belong to my older cousin whom I admired. I didn’t know why they thought it looked funny when I believed it was the best piece of clothing I ever owned. The popular group taught me to keep dressing the way I want. Then my attire could make the girl upset and I would be the one comfortable at school. Therefore, my peers taught me about life and myself. This group affected me because I learned to not fall under the norms and make my own trends.
Well, who really am I? Am I rude, strict or obnoxious? Or am I loving and caring? Think and know me better.
I felt alone isolated even from my peers and mother as though she wasn’t even my mother but someone new all together. Alone with thoughts, alone with time, alone with torment. I thought I could trust her to listen to my cries for help, “but [she broke], my heart, [and] I must hold my tongue.” With the burdensome feeling of depression growing in me everyday I got lost in my own madness seeing only the person I created, this fool. The wanderer standing alone as though lost not only in thought but in himself.
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.