I don’t know how to begin to define myself in order for you to understand who I truly am. I believe there is more to a person than stories that mould us into who we are today; like when one asks, “Tell me your story," I don’t think about that time when my family broke into two or that time I was diagnosed with my mental illnesses. I think of coffee, because coffee is bitter and bitter people drink coffee, sad people; people with heavy hearts and heavy footsteps, with tangled thoughts, people with anxiety and words left unspoken, people like me. Lonely people drink coffee. I think of the world map I have in my room with thumbtacks marking every country I want to visit. I think of foreign languages, and how beautiful it sounds when words form…
Now this is where I`m supposed to write “all about me”. This is where I become lost. I mean, come on. I wouldn`t know where to start. But I guess the best way to have an idea what makes me tick and what ticks me off is by checking my journal that i fill with endless ramblings about whatever and whoever catches my fleeting fancy or rage. :)…
Throughout my life I have encountered many circumstances that have shaped me into the person I am today. I was born in Moroleon, Guanajuato, Mexico. I attended school in Mexico all the way to second grade. In the summer of 2006 I moved to Cumming, Georgia. It was the hardest thing to do because I left everything that I care the most about. We lived in a trailer which was not the nicest place and in the middle of the forest. I started school at the beginning of August. I had always loved school so I was so excited for the first day. I knew it was going to be hard because I would have to conquer so many obstacles on the way. At this time the only English I knew was probably counting from one to ten and some of the colors. My Father knew some…
A personal quality that is important to me is my willingness to try new things. This quality did not surface until I graduated high school-- I felt somewhat restricted during those years. After my first semester at community college the eagerness to explore new activities, and learn about new topics began to appear. Because of this quality-- a quality that can sometimes hide amongst the rest-- I would not have discovered by passion for my desired major.…
An interest I am most proud of is my career in competitive gymnastics. When I first began gymnastics, I did it recreationally, but I soon fell in love with it and decided to compete. I am now into my fourth competition season. I have competed at meets all over California, and have practiced hundreds of hours. Gymnastics requires hard work and dedication, but it is worth it because I genuinely love the sport. The skills are amazing, and it is a well-rounded sport that requires grace, strength, and flexibility. I have sacrificed many hours for gymnastics, but I have gotten a lot from it in return. I have met one of my best friends at gymnastics and some of my coaches have become like family to me. I have also discovered a lot about myself. Doing…
Far from that my hobbies in my daily life I am a normal teenager living my life, I enjoy swimming, playing basketball, listening to music. I enjoy being with my family and friends and consider them my inspiration in life they support me in many ways. However,…
“To one who has faith, no explanation is necessary. To one without faith, no explanation is possible.”…
The interests I have are playing hockey and basketball. I also like being with my friends and helping others even if I don’t know that person that well. Weather it is helping someone with their homework or helping someone asking for directions. Another interest I have is reading because I know it will benefit me later on in life. These are my interests.…
Who am I? As I sit here trying to write this personal statement, I have accidentally stumbled across the most life altering question. Who am I?…
Predicting the school year ahead really depends on one key factor; myself. How my year turns out is ultimately based on how much effort I put into it.…
I am of Chinese descent and one of the biggest parts of being Chinese is food. Food in China is diverse and unique from region to region. As a result, one’s cooking will often reflect one’s identity. As I learn to cook, I have to choose. Will I favor the Szechuan style, hot, spicy, yet heart-warming? Perhaps I’ll favor the sweet Shanghai style, more delicate, yet more refined. Or, I may go with my parent’s Shandong Style, rich, powerful, and familiar to me. As I learn to cook, I will refine my identity through the dishes I…
One thing that inhabits my imagination in ways that make me eager to write about it is the sport of soccer. Soccer makes me the person who I am today. Soccer made my life , and how I act. My friends were made through the sport. It's not a hobby its a lifestyle.…
Hopefully you still have a good memory, and remember that this letter was written for the personal narrative part of our, “This Is Me,” multigenre project. I’m more than certain you remember the most memorable, life changing things that happened to you four years ago, in 2016. The year isn’t over yet, so technically I don’t even know if anything has been memorable or life changing. Honestly, this whole school year has been pretty mediocre, but as a person, I think I’ve grown a lot. I mean, I’m a lot better than I was in seventh grade. I finally got over myself, and decided that I can’t be, “depressed”. I put depressed in quotation marks because, as you may know, I’m not even entirely sure that I had real, genuine depression. Sometimes I do,…
Let’s be honest here now, I am enslaved in more than one way. How exactly am I enslaved? I am enslaved through stereotyping, society and through my Type A brain. As a free person in America, who has never been discriminated against to my memory in my life yet; it is hard to see how I am enslaved in my daily life. However, I have been enslaved through how society has treated women, how I have been stereotyped for being a women, and also my over organizing brain.…
I often find myself walking around the house looking for the sunglasses that are on my head, or the keys that are in my pocket, or the pen I put behind my ear. I had what I needed the whole time I was looking. I wonder how I do that in things beyond the “missing” object. Searching for joy that it’s in the things around me; searching for growth that is taking place; searching for skills I already have; searching for confidence that’s there if I will grab it; searching for more when I have what I need. Like the moment I realize that the sunglasses I’ve looking for have been on my head the whole time, I want to see what I already have. I find I have what I’ve been searching for all along.…