There are many ways One’s identity can be defined. Only you can truly define who you are. You control what your experiences and influences make of you. When asked who am I, there could be millions of different answers depending on what you base your identity off of. To me, the question who am I, can only truly be answered in one way. So, who am I? For me, it’s an easy question. I’ve always known that I was the quiet girl In the back of the classroom by herself.
Identity is a complex ideal that everyone struggles with. Consequently, people often will not act as who they are due to a fear of being ridiculed. To me this is such a ridiculous time waster, instead this time people waste on being someone else could be used for much more meaningful memories. Society makes people feel like they have to fit a mold, yet I personally have learned from my dad that it is a necessity of life to accept who you are.
The last memories we had with our families was when these men in black killed an outsider for trying to enter the island. We watched the men in black chase after the people in the streets forcing them to go into their houses and watch a man who I had seen before make a statement on television. The man was tense, stiff, and his stature looked forced.
Three of my closest friends who broke the law by going over the limit of doves and I have to figure out what to do about it. I grew up with Jamie, I work with Jim and Brady they are some of the closest friends i have in the world. We hunt fish and even go to church together. They've help me through so many hard times like when my grandad passed away. I can ask them for help info or to help clean a deer. But What will i do if I can't help them cause they have broke the law.
Okay so this one time i broke the law is when my friend had bought music and gave me it.I know now that that is the wrong thing to do and that i should not have done that. That hurts all of the artists but i won't do it again.I wil always check before doing anything that smells a little fishy. “Is it too late now to say sorry”.
Identity is what I believe the thing that makes up all human beings. Everybody has an identity, some just aren't as brisk to comprehend what it is or what it means. Identity is generally what someone's traits make up and in my case, I believe I am benevolent, venturesome, and optimistic. Some of the qualities I consider myself to have are not what I would have considered myself to be last year. I believe life lessons that someone undergoes can change their identity and the way they come off drastically.
My Identity is also set by my behavior, personal characteristics and lastly experiences.The struggles that we face define who we are but it all depends how we overcome them and how we handle it. I have experienced many challenges in my life but It gives me more strength to not stop and keep on moving forward. Also I have experienced negative bias but I learned to control It and focus on the positives things going on in my life. Every single time I fine myself struggling I try to step into someone else shoes and think what they might do to overcome it. Personal characteristics that identify me is my attitude how persistent I am and lastly my discipline.I am a persistent women I don't just give up fast I try to achieve despite all the circumstances
These items are not just stuff that you eat or drink,to me they are memories who represent who I am.I use to live with my grandparents when I was little. They always made ramen on the weekends. I will always eat with my cousin and we will always get full. Sometimes my parents and other family members come to eat with us but not all the time. I feel like it brought our family together.Coffee doesn't really sound like its apart of my identity but it is. The reason why is because I started drinking coffee last year that year i was at a different school. When i drink coffee i start to remember the good times i had last year. I had a lot of good moments last year. I always buy coffee after school then i get on the bus and that was always the best part of my days i when i drink coffee i remember going into that bus and how i made a new friend on that bus.
I am a white American female. Another term that can be used to describe my race is caucasian. Some characteristics that come with my race include a fair skin tone and naturally light colored hair. I do not think that anyone can truly be a “pure” race because family trees expand genetically within multiple races, especially in current times. People of all races are reproducing and creating a more mixed environment than ever before.
I always knew my identity was one that speaks that I am very compassionate towards others and have great patience, but it wasn’t until the impact of one little girl that made me realize I hold the interest in wanting to give back to the community by helping others who are incapable of helping themselves.
Waking up in the morning going to school was a normal everyday thing, just a normal day of life for a 7th grader. I finally arrived home; it was confusing seeing my dad’s car home. It was silent you could hear a pen hit the floor. I go up stairs to see my dad past out on the floor. I froze, and I run towards my dad hoping he was sleeping. When I’m sitting in front of him his breathing was shallow. I try to wake him up, but at first he does not move and then I see his eyes open. I scramble, and try to find my phone to call the police. The lady on the phone ask many so questions in such a short period I could think of the words to answer. After I hang up there is another long silence. Then I hear a siren getting louder and louder as it pulls
Today I am so over sad. So many things have gone wrong. For some reasons, I didn’t sleep a wink last night. When Mum woke me up this morning by knocking on my door, I was very tired. I fell asleep again once my mum walked away from the door. The noise from my alarm clock was what made me awake the second time, but then I realized that I was going to be late.