The document is a personal reflection by Delilah Dorsey about her life journey and process of self-discovery. As the youngest of three children, she had a carefree childhood that changed when her parents split at age 12. She began acting out in anger and failing in school. After being disciplined and joining academic programs, she was able to graduate from middle school near the top of her class. However, high school brought more struggles as she continued making mistakes and failing classes before eventually graduating. Now in college with a job, she reflects on her bumpy path and vows to continue growing and evolving without giving up on finding her true self.
Teaching Kids Reading Comprehension Stages: How to Answer Literal Questions &...Lynn Scotty
Reading comprehension is more than just reading the words on the page. Video link - https://youtu.be/limaX7OlTrE
It is the ability to gain meaning from what is read. Kids will learn how to answer literal comprehension questions: answers directly stated in the text and inferential questions: answers indirectly stated in the text.
1 Professor My Origins I don’t know why it’s so har.docxaryan532920
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Professor
My Origins
I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to find an origins story when I’m one myself. When I get older and have kids of my own it will come to me more natural because now I’m still young and trying to grasp ahold of the things that have carved me. It’s hard to put these things into words because most are memories now and many things that have impacted me are gone but never forgotten. It could be the smell of peppermint that reminds me of my granny or seeing a cowboys to remind me of my uncle; It’s really crazy that one small thing can be with you forever and many don’t even realize these things will affect you but I do. Some of these is what drives to be the best person I can be to my friends and family and I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t have a part of them in me.
My name is Anrique Gerard Ellery; born in Lebanon Kentucky on January 11, 1997. My parents are Richard Ellery and Ann Thomas. I was the youngest out of 2 sisters; my oldest sister Niya; I never got the chance to live with because she moved out when she was 15 so I wasn’t born yet. My parents split up when I was 3 because of my dad’s drug addiction. Being that young nobody tells you what’s going on because they know you would understand. Being that age the only thing I was worried about was cartoons and pancakes. We moved in with my grandparents in Springfield Kentucky where I attended Head-Start and later my mom found a boyfriend that later became her husband a couple years later. We moved to Danville Kentucky, with my mom and sister(Simone). At the time I hated it because this wasn’t our choice, we didn’t want to leave everyone we knew and live with a man we didn’t know at all. My second oldest sister Simone is 7 years older than me and was in high school when I was in elementary school so she would always walk me to school because my mom worked nights since before I was born that lead to her not being around much. So I needed a baby sitter which was my Granny Luddie (Dads Mother).
My favorite lady women in the world was my granny so every weekend I would get dropped off at her house because I didn’t like being in Danville because the kids I went to school with didn’t like me and I felt out of place. So I stayed in my hometown a lot, my mother’s parents lived down the street and family lived all of the place so if I did something bad you already know my granny would know about it. Before I got back home. She was a very religious women, she went to church on Wednesday and stayed late on Sundays to count the money. I could remember playing the drums until she got done and the smell of the peppermint in her car. She had 9 kids; 2 of my uncles died during before she did and one after she died. My uncle Sammy impacted is such a way that i couldn’t thank him enough, he taught me to smile and laugh no matter what. He knew he wasn’t living the right life but he would always make time for family and that was number 1. The first time I experiencing death was whe ...
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Ellery 1 Anrique Ellery Professor Berrier CORE 110, G04
My Origins
I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to find an origins story when I’m one myself. When I get older and have kids of my own it will come to me more natural because now I’m still young and trying to grasp ahold of the things that have carved me. It’s hard to put these things into words because most are memories now and many things that have impacted me are gone but never forgotten. It could be the smell of peppermint that reminds me of my granny or seeing a cowboys to remind me of my uncle; It’s really crazy that one small thing can be with you forever and many don’t even realize these things will affect you but I do. Some of these is what drives to be the best person I can be to my friends and family and I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t have a part of them in me.
My name is Anrique Gerard Ellery; born in Lebanon Kentucky on January 11, 1997. My parents are Richard Ellery and Ann Thomas. I was the youngest out of 2 sisters; my oldest sister Niya; I never got the chance to live with because she moved out when she was 15 so I wasn’t born yet. My parents split up when I was 3 because of my dad’s drug addiction. Being that young nobody tells you what’s going on because they know you would understand. Being that age the only thing I was worried about was cartoons and pancakes. We moved in with my grandparents in Springfield Kentucky where I attended Head-Start and later my mom found a boyfriend that later became her husband a couple years later. We moved to Danville Kentucky, with my mom and sister(Simone). At the time I hated it because this wasn’t our choice, we didn’t want to leave everyone we knew and live with a man we didn’t know at all. My second oldest sister Simone is 7 years older than me and was in high school when I was in elementary school so she would always walk me to school because my mom worked nights since before I was born that lead to her not being around much. So I needed a baby sitter which was my Granny Luddie (Dads Mother).
My favorite lady women in the world was my granny so every weekend I would get dropped off at her house because I didn’t like being in Danville because the kids I went to school with didn’t like me and I felt out of place. So I stayed in my hometown a lot, my mother’s parents lived down the street and family lived all of the place so if I did something bad you already know my granny would know about it. Before I got back home. She was a very religious women, she went to church on Wednesday and stayed late on Sundays to count the money. I could remember playing the drums until she got done and the smell of the peppermint in her car. She had 9 kids; 2 of my uncles died during before she did and one after she died. My uncle Sammy impacted is such a way that i couldn’t thank him enough, he taught me to smile and laugh no matter what. He knew he wasn’t living the right life but he would always make time for family and that was number 1. T ...
Teaching Kids Reading Comprehension Stages: How to Answer Literal Questions &...Lynn Scotty
Reading comprehension is more than just reading the words on the page. Video link - https://youtu.be/limaX7OlTrE
It is the ability to gain meaning from what is read. Kids will learn how to answer literal comprehension questions: answers directly stated in the text and inferential questions: answers indirectly stated in the text.
1 Professor My Origins I don’t know why it’s so har.docxaryan532920
1
Professor
My Origins
I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to find an origins story when I’m one myself. When I get older and have kids of my own it will come to me more natural because now I’m still young and trying to grasp ahold of the things that have carved me. It’s hard to put these things into words because most are memories now and many things that have impacted me are gone but never forgotten. It could be the smell of peppermint that reminds me of my granny or seeing a cowboys to remind me of my uncle; It’s really crazy that one small thing can be with you forever and many don’t even realize these things will affect you but I do. Some of these is what drives to be the best person I can be to my friends and family and I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t have a part of them in me.
My name is Anrique Gerard Ellery; born in Lebanon Kentucky on January 11, 1997. My parents are Richard Ellery and Ann Thomas. I was the youngest out of 2 sisters; my oldest sister Niya; I never got the chance to live with because she moved out when she was 15 so I wasn’t born yet. My parents split up when I was 3 because of my dad’s drug addiction. Being that young nobody tells you what’s going on because they know you would understand. Being that age the only thing I was worried about was cartoons and pancakes. We moved in with my grandparents in Springfield Kentucky where I attended Head-Start and later my mom found a boyfriend that later became her husband a couple years later. We moved to Danville Kentucky, with my mom and sister(Simone). At the time I hated it because this wasn’t our choice, we didn’t want to leave everyone we knew and live with a man we didn’t know at all. My second oldest sister Simone is 7 years older than me and was in high school when I was in elementary school so she would always walk me to school because my mom worked nights since before I was born that lead to her not being around much. So I needed a baby sitter which was my Granny Luddie (Dads Mother).
My favorite lady women in the world was my granny so every weekend I would get dropped off at her house because I didn’t like being in Danville because the kids I went to school with didn’t like me and I felt out of place. So I stayed in my hometown a lot, my mother’s parents lived down the street and family lived all of the place so if I did something bad you already know my granny would know about it. Before I got back home. She was a very religious women, she went to church on Wednesday and stayed late on Sundays to count the money. I could remember playing the drums until she got done and the smell of the peppermint in her car. She had 9 kids; 2 of my uncles died during before she did and one after she died. My uncle Sammy impacted is such a way that i couldn’t thank him enough, he taught me to smile and laugh no matter what. He knew he wasn’t living the right life but he would always make time for family and that was number 1. The first time I experiencing death was whe ...
Ellery 1 Anrique Ellery Professor Berrier CORE 110, G04 My .docxMARRY7
Ellery 1 Anrique Ellery Professor Berrier CORE 110, G04
My Origins
I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to find an origins story when I’m one myself. When I get older and have kids of my own it will come to me more natural because now I’m still young and trying to grasp ahold of the things that have carved me. It’s hard to put these things into words because most are memories now and many things that have impacted me are gone but never forgotten. It could be the smell of peppermint that reminds me of my granny or seeing a cowboys to remind me of my uncle; It’s really crazy that one small thing can be with you forever and many don’t even realize these things will affect you but I do. Some of these is what drives to be the best person I can be to my friends and family and I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t have a part of them in me.
My name is Anrique Gerard Ellery; born in Lebanon Kentucky on January 11, 1997. My parents are Richard Ellery and Ann Thomas. I was the youngest out of 2 sisters; my oldest sister Niya; I never got the chance to live with because she moved out when she was 15 so I wasn’t born yet. My parents split up when I was 3 because of my dad’s drug addiction. Being that young nobody tells you what’s going on because they know you would understand. Being that age the only thing I was worried about was cartoons and pancakes. We moved in with my grandparents in Springfield Kentucky where I attended Head-Start and later my mom found a boyfriend that later became her husband a couple years later. We moved to Danville Kentucky, with my mom and sister(Simone). At the time I hated it because this wasn’t our choice, we didn’t want to leave everyone we knew and live with a man we didn’t know at all. My second oldest sister Simone is 7 years older than me and was in high school when I was in elementary school so she would always walk me to school because my mom worked nights since before I was born that lead to her not being around much. So I needed a baby sitter which was my Granny Luddie (Dads Mother).
My favorite lady women in the world was my granny so every weekend I would get dropped off at her house because I didn’t like being in Danville because the kids I went to school with didn’t like me and I felt out of place. So I stayed in my hometown a lot, my mother’s parents lived down the street and family lived all of the place so if I did something bad you already know my granny would know about it. Before I got back home. She was a very religious women, she went to church on Wednesday and stayed late on Sundays to count the money. I could remember playing the drums until she got done and the smell of the peppermint in her car. She had 9 kids; 2 of my uncles died during before she did and one after she died. My uncle Sammy impacted is such a way that i couldn’t thank him enough, he taught me to smile and laugh no matter what. He knew he wasn’t living the right life but he would always make time for family and that was number 1. T ...
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1. Delilah S. Dorsey
09/17/2014
English 1101
Jarod Kintz said “If I told you I’ve worked hard to get where I’m at, I’d be lying, because
I have no idea where I am right now.” Where am I? Who am I? Why do I like the things I
choose? So many questions arise when you reach that point in life where you feel like you need
to find what defines you as an individual. Knowing who you are is only the half of it though,
other things and even people play a significant role in shaping you. For example, when you’re
born into the world, you know nothing at all. You have to spend time learning and being molded
by your parents until you’re old enough to decide for yourself.
Being the youngest child of three isn’t easy. In my opinion, the first child is the test to
every parent because there are no rules or guidelines on how to be a parents. A leap of faith if
you will, when the first child makes mistakes the parent(s) have this time to make mistakes too.
By this time another child is born into the family and they get to experiment again, but not as
much. The last child is born, they got it down to a science so they think they do.
I am the only girl, growing up I was pretty rough considering I had two older brothers.
Things were so sweet I had not a care in the world. When my brother’s would try to bully me I
would fake a crying spell and run to my dad. He would raise so much hell, “I catch you messing
with the baby again, and I’m whooping everybody!” I always wondered would my father whoop
“the baby?” Finally got that question answered when I didn’t get my way in the grocery store, I
never seen my dad turn red before. After that encounter, the thought of acting a fool in the
grocery store made me think twice.
2. By the time I was twelve my parents had split and we stayed in Chicago while my dad
went back to Wisconsin; where we had moved from a few years earlier. It was hard because my
dad was a stay at home parent and my mom was the hard working never at home parent.
Adjusting to the new arrangement of having one parent in the house took a toll on me, things
started to change; I began to evolve. Smart mouthed and angry is what I became. I was nice all
the time, but the moment I felt bad everyone around me needed to know what I was feeling. I
learned a lot of lessons the hard way because I felt like I knew everything already. This didn’t
help me though, it hurt me in the long run.
Failing in school, not doing homework and staying out past curfew was cool in my world.
My mom wasn’t at home and my brother would be out doing his own thing even though he was
supposed to be watching me. Little did I know my mom had spoken with the neighbors and
asked if they could keep an eye on the house because I was supposedly home alone? There was a
birthday party I just couldn’t miss, so I went and came in the house at midnight. The next day
when I got home from school my mom had taken the television, computer and left a note
requesting my cell phone. In rage I ran to her room with tears streaming down my face yelling “I
didn’t do anything, I told somebody I where I was and I got a ride home!” She just stared sternly
and whispered “so.”
When my mom started getting calls from the school to the house, she was furious. She
then started making me stay after school for tutoring and to get help with homework. I hated
staring out the window as my friends left to go home and play outside. Getting used to the fact
that I had to stay after school caught up with me and I became a student leader. This was the start
of changing for the greater good, I joined more academic clubs and even gained a liking for
JROTC. Junior Reserve Officers Training Corps became my second priority next to maintaining
3. my good grades. I continued to work hard until eighth grade graduation and when the time came
I was ready. Graduation was beautiful, I was in the top ten and I was a student council member.
High school wasn’t what I thought it would be, it wasn’t how it was portrayed on
television. Every one told me that the transition wouldn’t be easy, I didn’t listen though I had to
find out for myself. Making mistakes was what I was used to and I figured why stop here, keep
making mistakes and learning from them. In turn I began to ditch classes and walk the halls, this
was no good for my grades. I eventually failed a few classes and had to go to summer school.
Failing didn’t stop me, I was still determined coming for my goals like an angry bull.
I spent the next three years still screwing up my record with bad markings, but once again
when it came time to graduate I was ready. I guess God has big plans for me, he didn’t let me
fail, I strongly believe that the path I am on is bumpy for a reason. Nobody goes through life
without having trouble every now and again. The storm was thick in my life, but I made it out to
see the sunshine. I haven’t made it to that golden pot at the end of the rainbow yet, I’m taking it
one day at a time.
Now I am in college; I have a job and my own place with a vehicle. I’m doing pretty well
for the moment, I get scared sometimes. I found myself crying the other day and I just curled up
on my bed thinking to myself for hours. When I finally got up, that little voice inside me said
“don’t quit, it’s not over keep fighting.” I wiped my tears and shook my head yes, making this
vow to not give up is going to drive me to do better. I still haven’t found myself, I’m still looking
for Delilah. There is no defining myself if I evolve and find something new about myself every
day. When I find myself I’ll know it, but until then I must feed my faith and my fears will starve.