Personal Narrative: A Sense Of Personal Identity

Imagine your life propelled into a constant state of reconstruction. All attempts to form a sense of identity are ultimately ruled out or minimally sustained based upon your life encounter. I have three identities, but can never identify with one. The feeling of being that fake friend who treats everyone differently lurks with me. Growing up, the ability to fit in with my peers posed many challenges because I was perceived as a social butterfly. I jumped from group to group, never having a core set of friends to stick with. At school I was regarded as your friendly nomad that just wanted something different everyday. The majority of people who knew me had a general understanding of who I was, but to no greater extent. It was not uncommon for
The area we moved to is next to the agricultural area with farms not to far off. Essentially Patterson is just a hot wasteland every single day. This community is newly built so a lot of big new homes were being sold, at the time it was still a small area. Everyday needs were in a plaza towards the entrance of the town. There was only two high schools, one private school, and a ton of elementary schools. The school I went to was the private school named Sacred Heart. My schoolmates there were blacks, whites, and latinos. Going to Sacred Heart helped me develope a lot of morals and rules that I still believe in to this day. We were taught to not cause trouble and to reject selfish behavior. A rule that I noticed on the wall was “God First, Family Second, Friends Third, Yourself Last”. I strongly believed in this, as it made me become a kinder person, who realized if others were happy, then I was happy. Fortunately Patterson at the time had a lot people of who are hardworking, outgoing, and friendly. Our town was a place where technology did not dominate the youth, it was a place of going outside a lot with no worries. When it would be just me and my brother at home he would either set up a fun neighborhood activity, invited friends to hangout at our house, or we chilled with his friends. My brother and our peers taught me a lot about just living life. Hanging out late at night, risk taking, and doing stupid things that people should not be doing is worth it in life. Which is very true because whenever I think back about it, I start smiling and laughing about the stupid fun things I have done. I get very nostalgic though, I get kind of sad and wish I still knew my friends back in Patterson. In the end, I am grateful for this rule in our house during the time we lived there, “Have fun. Do whatever you want as long as you have good grades and the cops aren’t