Beneath Clouds Speech – the Persona of Lena

Mr Teacher was kind enough to invite me here today to inform you of my journey to memorise my own(prenominal) identity and each of the trials and tribulations that came with it. For those of you who dont realize me, my name is Lena and I come from an primeval Irish background. Everyone I want you to imagine feeling so alone, trapped, isolated and different from everyone around you. intuitive feeling so alienated that you absolutely have to progress to expose. Thats how I felt at the opening of my journey.I was a white daughter living in an cardinal society, isolated by my profess heritage. I lived with my mother, stepfather and younger brother in a rural area they were a typical aboriginal family. My parents were alcoholics and smokers and my brother was a thief. There was no way I wanted to end up comparable them and I knew my only way out was to find my biological father. My biological father loved to turn on so he left me when I was really young so he could live the bearing sentence that he always dreamed of living. The last I heard he was living nearlywhere in Sydney.In my head that sounded perfect, I was old enough that he wouldnt have to do very much to care for me so he could still travel and almost anything was better than living with a family that couldnt care less about me. So I left. I know it was somewhat selfish to spare my family out of the blue hardly I was fed up with living a disadvantaged carriage when I knew I could accomplish so much more. To make matters worse I missed my spate to Sydney because I was busy retching in the bathroom since I ate some revolting food.I was fair much stranded in the middle of nowhere with no options except to wait for the next bus. To my admiration one of the most unusual things happened, a young boy roughly around my age hopped out of the back of a milk truck. I was almost certain that Dairy Farmers milk didnt unveil young boys, so naturally I assumed there was something dubious about him especially since he reeked of immorality. However he did say something that set off a light bulb in my head. He asked which way is it to Sydney? and he just started walking.Then I thought why the heck was I sitting on my butt when I could be on my way to Sydney, so I set off on foot as well. Eventually I learnt the boys name was Vaughn, I tried to rest distant from him though because his whole essence was exactly what I was trying to escape from the stereotypical life of an Aboriginal. He was on the run because he escaped from a detention centre. Dont get me wrong, he did have some morals the only reason he even escaped was to draw his Mother because she was on her death bed.However Vaughn was in the detention centre for a reason and some facts are just hard to overlook. Vaughn was actually a relatively nice guy once you got to know him. I remember we both hitch-hiked a ride from a bunch of Aboriginals and the driver slapped a girl in the face. I found his behaviour so repulsive that I told him to stop the car I wouldve rather walked than stayed in the car with the standardizeds of him. Vaughn had the opportunity to stay with his buddies that he so kindly referred to as cuz but he didnt, instead he got out of the car and walked with me.I have a very tortuous exterior so the fact that Vaughn was able to break through that and make me feel touched was extraordinary. I think that was the first time that I actually started to trust Vaughn, unfortunately our relationship ran very intent and cold so that neer lasted for long. By the end of our journey I believe Vaughn and I do lasting impressions on each other he taught me the importance of embracing my heritage and I would like to think that some of my morals brushed off on him.Vaughn was such major part of my journey, without him I wouldnt be who I am today. So when it came time to part ways it was very mad we barely spoke and our goodbye was a simple hug, then I was on a check over to Sydney. It wasnt until after the train pulled away that the true reality of the situation hit me, I was never going to see him again thats when the tears started to roll freely down my face. Im sure by now many of you are wondering did she ever find her father? unfortunately I didnt. When I finally arrived in Sydney I discovered that my father had passed away several geezerhood ago which is why he hadnt remained in contact. I guess it would be kind of baffling to remain in contact when you are on the other side. However my journey wasnt unaccompanied pointless, I am now living out my dream of being a writer and Sydney gave me all the opportunities that I always thought I deserved. I believe that this entire journey helped me discover my personal identity.It made me realise that no matter what, you should always stand by your beliefs and persevere. There is a face the grass is greener on the other side but I dont believe thats true, I believe the grass is greener where you water it. So if you pu t in the effort you can bring home the bacon anything. I think that is one of the rules I now live my life by and it was highly influenced by my journey. I would like to thank you all for listening to my speech and I hope I didnt take up too much of your time.