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I Am Who I Am?

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The first thoughts I had of why I am who I am came in 8th grade, maybe even a year or two before that. As cliche as it sounds, thinking about why you are who you are holds a lot of weight when it comes to finding answers to these ignored questions: Why am I so damn stubborn? How come I am always the first kid in 3rd grade recess to volunteer to eat the mud-covered worm? Why is it that I have emotions, but they have trouble surfacing? A mere sample of perplexing questions that have permeated my mind throughout my life. I gaze back upon my timeline and piece together the answers, through experiences, to these thoughts. As I come to realize, all the answers can be found in my personality, my values of the past and present, and my mom. At an early age growing up in an Italian-American family, more emphasis was placed on what we were taught outside of school rather than on the rudimentary curriculum I saw in class. The lessons I was given were easily transferrable into school. Specifically, I remember my nonno telling me in broken english that “a little hard work never hurt nobody!”. An intrinsic motivation spurs from that memory of my childhood which has proven to be the most effective for me over time. For example, as I was stalled over writing this paper, I thought of my dad imitating my nonno saying the quote from above, and here I am 15 minutes later. The most influential medium of experience to values was my time playing football. With my dad as the coach, it might have

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