Personal Narrative: I Am Racist

Words: 531
Pages: 3

There's something about dressing up in a big furry costume that simply gives me so much joy.
Now i know it sounds strange however, i chose to dress up in a big furry costume. I am not talking about a nauseating Chuck-E-Cheese dress up in a gross suit job, i'm talking about something much better, it's the kind of job that brings spirit and gets people on their feet yelling “GO BULLDOGS”. At this point you should already assume what my job is, and if you don't know well its being the best mascot in the entire world.
When i was a freshmen in highschool i was a really shy person, i had very few friends. Anyhow I wasn't the smartest, i wasn't the strongest, and i definitely wasn't physically fit for anything having rejected physical activity all my life. You could say that my whole world was just in a bubble and i knew it to be true but i didn't mind back then. I discovered that i could try out for school mascot, at first i was skeptical about the idea never the less i decided i would give it a try and i can definitely say this decision changed me entirely. My very personality was shaped the way it is because i got to do something unique that no other students could do. The person i am today was created through the very character that brings spirit to my school. Now i'm the very opposite of how i started.
…show more content…
They way i see it is that a broken mirror isnt bad its a reflection of my life itself. Every fragment of that broken mirror reflects a part of me and altogether those parts make up who i am. The cause which broke the mirror of my life was becoming a mascot. Everytime i put it on and interacted with people in many ways either by, joking, cheering on making them laugh, i felt so alive. I was constantly presented with new scenarios each and every time and those scenarios showed me the skills I never imagined i had. In time i began applying these skills in my everyday