Freedom-Personal Narrative

I belivie that in the past and even today men are seen as the stronger sex. They are the ones who make the destions and control most things. This fact makes me want to work more harder and stronger to be able to take care of my self. I see my self as being able to be independent and deserve to be happy. And I want everyone to to feel and see themselves this way. I'm also fully aware that I'm not quite ready to be completely independent. My age has a lot to do with that. Most people wouldn't rent out an apartment at 17 years old. But as I continue to grow and change I will become more mature and capable of reaching that leaves of independence.

Being that i am getting older in age my declaration to you is that i get more freedom and to liberate. I'm writing this because i find it unfair that my brother had more freedom than me at the age of 16. I believe that with the same amount of freedom gave in to my brother and sister i will be more social and a more pleasant person to have around. I will gain more of a personality.

“Give me Liberty or get me a Tent.” There have been better signs of course. But that was what my protest sign read for the first Occupy action I went to. I carried it proudly to a number of Occupy marches and rallies; for womens’ rights, for housing reforms, for improved prison conditions, and for a better educational system. But I made it for that first idealistic action: the Daylong Nonviolent Mass Occupation.

Growing up in Canada, I have been able to witness both Canadian and American cultures, and have developed a good understanding of what it means to be an American. Being American means freedom. This is what leads many immigrants to American soil. The freedom of religion, of speech, and the right for each person in America to pursue happiness. These three concepts are demonstrated through some of the texts we have studied so far this year. The freedom in America allows people to pursue their happiness, and decide how they want to live.

I slowly get off the plane, wishing I could go back to Bangladesh. I am going to miss the fourteen years I have spent there. Surprisingly, I’ll even miss the unclear foggy sky and the dreadfully slow traffic. My family wanted to get out of this corruption and move to a better place. They decided to go to a large country in North America called Canada.

The days leading up to Fourth of July at Freedom School are always the most exciting of the summer. We have red, white, and blue color wars, and it all leads up to the final event: the squirt bottle fight. As Chair of the Board, I was in charge of planning color wars, which meant it was my responsibility to follow through with every last detail.

Think of two happy, joyful, jubilant little babies. The name of one was Alison, and the other Stevie. One glorious day, their mommy buys them a set of Legos. Initially, they would scream and shout and fight over who got the Legos. To fix this, their father devised a system where he would randomly select one of them every four hours; whomever he picked would get to play with the Legos during that time. The first baby, Alison, wanted to build a beautiful city with a stretching skyline while the second baby, Stevie, wanted to build a massive monolithic tower that would stand for a thousand years. As I am sure we will all agree, either construction would have the outcome of a magnificent creation. However, seeing how there was but one set, both goals could not be met simultaneously. Therefore, the first thing that either baby would do upon the set switching hands would be to undo everything the other baby did in order to get the pieces needed. As they grew, so did the conflict. Once they were a bit older, their parents decided to join a playgroup. The new kids that Alison and Stevie met in the playgroup

A perfect four for four. That’s what I got when guessing what four dichotomies refer to me. The only part that’s surprised me is who they compared me to in the Harry Potter books. I thought I was going to be Harry Potter or Professor Lupin, not Luna Lovegood who most people thought was crazy. However she’ so I guess it is a pretty good match! The four dichotomies I guessed were; introversion, intuition, feeling and perceiving. Out of the four traits given to use I think three of them will be able to help me as a writer.

Ok so I was randomly stalking a page on musical.ly *Justin* but I was was going through the comments and there was a comment that was something among these lines "Wait so are you a girl or boy?" And I was like I don't know your just on a page on musical.ly and the person you clicked on has a name and the name is Justin. Does that sound like a girl name to you? I didn't think so. And then there was a commen that said "Me too...on his bio IT said IT was transgender". Like 1st off you don't call someone "it" everyone has name so use their name. And all the people that ask for his birth name his name is Justin it has always been and always will be.(unless he changes it). And Like nobody told you to come and hate on people. If you wanna hate so

About seven months ago tax season was upon us. The time people either rejoice in receiving a fair amount of money or grieve in a large pay in. For me, it was a time of happiness. I was going to file my taxes for the first time. My information came in the mail and to H&R Block I went. The excitement of progressing to my independence was overwhelming to say the least. I was finally taking my first step to doing things on my own. The day came when my bank account overflew with that cash cash dalla dalla and after dropping some cash on things I didn’t need it was time to get to business.

As I arrived the musicians appeared to have started only minutes after so they were just getting acquainted with the audience. It was captivating to see the musicians engaged the audience for they started asking questions such as, “what part of Mexico were people from”, “what time do you root for! America or Chivas?” The building rattled with the loud voices screaming, “Sinaloa,” “Jalisco,” “Michoacan,” “Colima,” “Guerrero,” or their favorite soccer team chanting, “America,” “Chivas,” “Pumas!” I could feel the vibrations of the screeching voices penetrate the nerves of my tissue. At about 8:45PM, the building was almost at full capacity where at one point it became hard to hear what the waiters were telling me. The band was at full-throttle

As a child, I would wake up early in the morning when everybody was still sleeping and go outside to listen to the sound of nature which was free to everybody.  I experienced the world of free as a child, which mean free food, free housing, free health care, etc. but I learned fast that nothing was free. The cost of free anything came with a price, myself respect. As a result, I was determined from a young age that I will work hard and put in the time and effort to accomplish what I wanted out of life without receiving the so call free things. That was one of the hardest thing I did in life, I graduated, but my mother was not there. I started asking myself, what did I wanted from life? Why then was I created?   Who am I in truth?   Over

Europe was the first occasion I truly spent time out of the country. I must have heard two dozen different languages while in 13 different cities, across 6 different countries. There were people from all over the world in the places I stayed. Everyday was new experience, even if I had a plan, something would pop up and I'd have to change direction. This happened mostly when I met knew people. When you're alone in a foreign country it's important to find common ground with others.

“Siitae?” I turned around to face my cousin, “ Are you leaving the house like that?”

My relationship with food has always been good. I am a picky eater but only after the substance has been tested by my tastebuds and then the verdict drawn which tends to be non-negotiable. I have adapted over the years, granted by necessity but also because I believe that it is important to listen to your body as it is probably giving you signals as to what nutrients it needs.