Personal Narrative: My Personal Identity

I identify as a sixteen year old Egyptian American high school senior. That’s quite a mouthful! For a large portion of my life, I attended a private school, NUIA, and at the beginning of fifth grade, they offered me an option to skip fifth grade and go to sixth. I immediately said yes. Although, when I look back now, the only reason I said yes is because the middle-schoolers had lockers, and I thought I would look cool if I had one too. This, along with the fact that I started school a bit early accounts for the age disparity between me and my peers. Although, quite often, I find myself behind my friends in sports and fitness, I more than make up for it in personality. When I ran for Senior class president(where I placed second of four) last

Every year, I, along with my family, travel halfway around the world to Egypt in those “spacious” economy cabins to go reunite with our extended family. Egypt? Yes, Egypt, that place with those three alien pyramids(I mean, how else could anyone build those things?). Almost every time I head there, I have some sort of major perspective change. For example, about three years ago I was out, going to buy a few groceries from the local “Souk”(known as a mall in America). As I walked into a store I was greeted by an elderly woman weeping with two younger men, probably her children. I went over to her to try to calm her down, ask her what was wrong. She was quick to answer: “My son, my son!” I was dumbfounded (did she actually think I was her kid?). I gave it another shot, this time, however, the truth hit me, her son had died. She ranted on about how she warned him not to fight with the freedom warriors, that it was a suicide mission. I was enraged to know that some fighting for basic human rights could killed in the process. On a lighter note, when I spend time in Egypt, I get to interact with my extended family and get a feel for the everyday life in Egypt. My interactions with the average Egyptian have shaped the person I am today greatly. When you speak another language, you embody something else completely, and that allows you to not only act differently, but also think