Personal Narrative: My Home Culture

Home Culture: I was born in Jackson, Mississippi where I lived out the days in my neonatal period of my life. Furthermore, by the age of one I was onward to Alabama to begin what I thought would be my future, but rather I spent an ephemeral amount of time there moving to what would be my new home. Everything is bigger and better in Texas, and when we approached our new home in Sugar Land, Texas, my young self was prepared for what lied ahead of me. I attended Kindergarten at my local elementary school and eventually worked my way up the ladder until I reached fifth grade. I was an outgoing, extroverted, mischief -maker with my mind in the clouds, but with a deep regard for everyone and anything. Education never seizes to stop as I make my way

I was at in impasse of emotions, simply because I was excited, but yet horrified of what was ahead of me. I followed the generic ritual for the first day of school, dressing myself head to toe in the best apparel I had available. I walked to my bus stop with a grim expression and waited until my bus arrived, as I entered the bus I see my friends in the back and I put on a completely different persona. We talk about what we did over summer and put together a false narrative of how we think high school is going to be. I enter through the main doors of the campus, I begin to fall into a cycle of trepidation as I see everyone walking in the halls. I am in an unfamiliar place, with unfamiliar people and become apprehensive of what’s

She begins by introducing herself as the head coach of the George Ranch Speech and Debate team and continues by giving a slight background of herself. The teacher seems to have a muddled look on her face as she begins to explain the class and its entirety. The confusion seems to progress until she slides in a DVD into her computer and projects a visual onto the wall. The pop-up menu of this disk came up on the screen and it read “2004 National Speech and Debate Tournament”, I was engrossed by the screen and was curious of where this was going. She clicks play on the remote and immediately a boy is seen in the middle of a vast stage with lights shining down on him. Furthermore, this boy is standing with a slight grin on his face as he suddenly fully possesses himself into this humorous character. He continues on by creating this hilarious, yet poetic monologue where he in captures multiple characters and their life. I was astonished and with my jaw dropped to the ground the teacher looks around and ask the class “who here would like to try and do something like that”, I look around the class and pridefully raise my hand to the