Descriptive Essay About Identity

My first day of the second grade, I knew no one except the teacher and my younger brother. Kindergarten and first grade had been easy enough, but I was scared of the upcoming year. The only thing I knew about being the new kid was that it hadn’t panned out too great for Addie from the American Girl books. Mrs. Henson’s class was fairly quiet throughout the day, for most kids were nervous or tired. We neared the end of the day and I was ecstatic over the fact that hadn’t made a complete fool of myself. I hadn’t met anyone yet, but I thought that that would be a challenge for another day. Unfortunately, that’s not what Mrs. Henson had in mind. She sent us all out to recess with a grin plastered on her face and with me practically kicking

There are many parts of my identity that I can say with certainty that I feel that I consistently embody and perpetuate through my daily actions such as such as my gender, and my sexual orientation, and various other definers such as being a college student, a sister to an older brother, as well as a daughter to a father and mother figure. However, one core part of any people’s identity has been had to express with confidence, my race/ethnicity. I was adopted from China when I was almost a year old in ’97 by my Caucasian parents. I don't often think about my adoptive past as anything but a fact, but there is often day to day moments where I am not sure how to identify definitively. Although I am physically Asian, I can rarely feel like I’m fitting in with even in an environment that is highly concentrated with other Asians. One could say that I have grown up around predominantly white, middle-upper class people and therefore I am one myself. However, it is not realistic to believe that I am anything other than what I am physically although there is almost always a

Identity is what defines us as a person. Everyone one on earth has their own unique identity. To showcase my identity, I created a collage of images and descriptive words, called an identi-kit. This identi-kit shows what I feel like is my identity to myself and the others. My identi-kit identifies me as a mixed martial artist. The identi-kit has images of a deadly shark with mixed martial arts gloves on that say mixed martial arts on the front and fight shorts with the words competitor and warrior on them. It also has descriptive words like “killer instinct” and “fight” which describe my spirit. There are three assumptions that come to question when asking about one’s identity. The first is if you were born with this

The term “identity” as the English dictionary defines it is “the individual characteristics by which a person or thing is recognized,” however, the dictionary fails to truly capture the word’s meaning. Generally the development of an individual’s identity goes on during his/her childhood, puberty and in most situations it ends at adulthood. Identity is quite difficult to define because it is such an abstract concept. In order to define such a word, it is better to describe factors that are more directly involved with the meaning of a person’s identity. There are specific and important factors such as: social class, culture, family and society. In essays such as, “Some Lessons

Identity theft is a term used to refer to all types of crime in which someone wrongfully obtains and uses another person's personal data in some way that involves fraud or deception, typically for economic gain. Unlike your fingerprints, which are unique to you and cannot be given to someone else for their use, your personal data ¬ especially your Social Security number, your bank account or credit card number, your telephone calling card number, and other valuable identifying data ¬ can be used, if they fall into the wrong hands, to personally profit at your expense (Weisman).

There are over a billion people that live on this planet. Every person has a label that describes how they live, act, and dress. That label is called an identity. An identity is something that is giving from a parent, teacher, friend, or yourself. Fingering out your identity can take years, but once found people become better citizens. People that I hang around describe me as an energetic, down to earth person. Unlike my parents and friends, I define myself by my quietness around people.

Our perception of our identity is constantly changing, the groups we belong to, the people we talk to and the way we connect with others help to form our identity. There is one thing we all have in common despite our individual identities, is the need to belong. There’s no obligation to belong to only one group, you can belong to many. An individual can belong to many groups, which will then create multiple identities; hence our understanding of identity is never constant. Belonging to a loving family, group of caring friends that help us to develop our own sense of self. However, belonging can have a negative side. For example our families might have an expectation of us to do something that might alter our ambitions and interfere with

Tip toeing into the noisy classroom, I took a quick glance at the unfamiliar faces. The crowded room gave my nose a whiff of modeling clay, crayons and newly waxed floors. It was filled with dazzling pictures of the alphabet and a jigsaw puzzle rug. Ms. Soriano was mumbling. As I approached her, I heard her high

Meeting people who understood how my personality functioned during high school made me realize where I really belong. Not to mention, those people would soon become family; our little non judgmental, liberated, enthusiastic community. Maturity hit us furiously as high school passed. During my years in high school is where I really started realizing the plenary concept of a truly unique identity. Like Armstrong states in paragraph one, line 5 ”when you’re in high school your chosen subculture is your escape--the place where people actually get you, where you don’t have to pretend (as much) all the time”(87)”. My chosen subculture consisted of being myself and not worrying about others opinion but my own. Being able to have friend’s that understood

It was 1:00 pm when I arrived at Wanamaker Elementary School. Patiently I waited outside the door. When I was finally let inside the classroom, I was welcomed by a mixture of bright smiles and blank stares. Mrs. Stark then introduced me to the class of twenty third graders. After she introduced me to the whole class, I quietly made my way to the back of the room. As I looked around the classroom, I saw twenty occupied desks. Mrs. Stark decorated her classroom with many motivational posters and some of the student’s artwork. During my observation of the classroom, I was able to see how the teacher interacted with the students, how gender roles were apparent between students, and lastly see the how the students interacted with each other.

Many students have an identity, interest, or talent that defines them and there is no denying that every student has one of those three things that define them as the person who they are. What really matters is the moment that that gave them that identity, interest or talent. The moment that defined them as the person who they are or want to become in their lifetime. For me, that moment was when I fell off a building.

The drawing studio was much brighter and more cheerful than the dark, serious, and impersonal room I had created in my mind. Instead, the whitewashed brick walls and large windows made the space airy and inviting. A short, blond woman in flip-flops and a flowing purple sundress, our teacher, bustled into the room behind Victoria and I, her arms precariously loaded with reams of large paper and boxes of charcoal. She skirted the circle of wooden drawing horses, at which we sat with ten other students, dropped her mountain of supplies with an audible sigh of relief, and hopped up onto the edge of her

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Walking into Mrs. White's third grade classroom i can instantly smell the chalky acrylic paint that dries within a child's attention span. Like banshees the kids screamed out my name and all thirty of them came up to give me a sweaty, sticky, dusty asphalt hugs. Across the sea of of children i see Mrs. white greeting me with a gentle smile, she mouths hello to me, i smile back. My table is always waiting for me to sprawl all of my homework on it, so i do exactly that and begin doing my geometry homework as Mrs. white calls the kids to take their seats.

Identity is an individual and personal thing for everyone. Someone's identity makes up who they are and all of the parts of their life. But does everyone truly understand their identity? Do humans have to look for it or is it already in front of them? Identity is something in a person's life that we hope to further understand and get a deeper knowledge about, unless we walk the earth wondering who we really are. Without identity no one would be able to comprehend who they are and all of their unique traits and qualities.