Personal Narrative: My Identity

My identity product is the card that was put in my baby’s bassinet when she was born. It is pink, it has hearts and stickers my daughter’s and I demographics.

As a child who has grown up moving around several times, I believe it has shaped me to find out who I am. It has encouraged myself to find out who I am and try new things. When I was younger I was extremely reserved but meeting new people as I moved schools forced me to branch out and become the individual I am today. One of my strongest passions is succeeding, but to succeed I've come to realize you have to fail. As a typical child figuring out what I love to do, I trial and error with almost every sport you could think of soccer, basketball, softball, gymnastics. In middle school I was in sports and also band, but I came to realize academics is one of the things I love to succeed in the most, it gives me a rush of happiness when I'm doing

The word identity is normally associated with race, religious beliefs and looks, however, I believe identity is much deeper than that and can only be seen by its beholder. It is a person's inner passions or interests, who they are inside.The topic of identity made me think deeply about who I am and what I value; how others may perceive me as.One hard thing about this exercise was deciding wheater or not to include religion as a part of my identity, and in the end my religion did not define me enough to include it in my identity. At about eight o’clock at night when I was stuck on the topic of identity and who I was, I realised that it was not my race, religion, or looks that shaped me personally

On paper, my life may appear to be an average, uneventful life with no real experiences to shape who I am as a person. However, I can firmly say that while I may still be young, high school has taught me many life lessons and helped form me to be who I am today. High school has been a series of highs and lows, with many successes and some failures. Before I reached high school, failure was a foreign concept to me, I had never truly experienced what it meant to not succeed at something in the first attempt. This was a hard lesson for me to learn and accept, but I can now see late in my senior year that these failures helped me grow into who I am today. Along with the growth brought on by failure, I also began to treasure my successes more, and feel a sense of accomplishment in my achievements.

Their is a choice in life to be oneself or to follow in the footsteps of someone who has already succeeded. I believe that it is best to travel on your own paths than walk on one that is worn out because you will find your own identity and you're your own differentiator.

In this essay, I will be talking about some of my characteristics and answering the question of who am I?

When I started middle school, I didn't expect a very bitter sweet adventure. I found out things about myself that I didn't realize before and it took time to embrace who I am. I was in denial. That is the first stage. I was in denial that I was acting like myself, that this isn't a mask I am wearing. This is who I am, but deep inside I knew that I was only pretending. The fake smiles, the fake laugh. I was only lying to myself, feeding myself false lies to make me feel better. But, it made me feel worse. Hiding the side of me that I love when I am alone. I wanted everyone to like me, I wanted to be recognized even though I didn't recognized the person wearing the mask.

When i was looking at my transcript and remembering the courses and the teachers, i found out that my transcript say a lot about who i am. It mainly reflects how i think.

For a majority of my life, I have struggled with my identity. I never knew what to identify as or which group I fit into.

I just need to look around me to guess that most people, if not all of them, suffer through some sort of identity crisis, whether it is psychological, social, sexual, or another. But that knowledge doesn’t really help me answer that deceptively simple question: “How would you describe yourself?” Probably the most honest answer I have for you today is some long version of “I don’t know.” I am trying to find some answers to that question, though, and that’s something pretty new for me.

The most important thing about me—the thing that determines the way I interact with others, view the world, and understand my identity—is that I am a follower of Jesus Christ. I have spent my entire life in Wheaton, Illinois, a small, suburb that values image and success. I am grateful to live in a place with so many opportunities and genuinely caring people, and even more grateful for my parents’ intentional efforts to expose my sisters and I to the world outside the “bubble.” They sent us to public schools where we were able to interact with peers and teachers with different points of view, and they always made travel a priority for our family. We took trips to visit missionaries overseas and welcomed guests from around the world into our

Social Identity. It is what makes us whole and what makes up ourselves in our mind and how we are perceived in public. It is “Through the process of self- categorization or identification, an identity is formed, (stets and burke, 224). Social identity is “a person’s knowledge that he or she belongs to a social category or group”(stets and burke, 224). Self- categorization is “the self is reflexive in that it can take itself as an object and can categorize, classify or name itself in particular ways in relation to other social categories or classifications” (stets and burke, 224). No person is only made up of one social identity. It can vary from person to person what is your social identities but there is generally a lot that you are actually

Who am I? Who am I? A question that I have constantly asked myself . A question that I haven’t found a complete and accurate solution for. Before this mystery is solved, I have already discovered a few personalities of my own. I, Richard Shum, welcome the opportunity to tell you more about myself.

Even my close friends say that they don't know me well. I don’t feel sorry about this because it is the product of my efforts to hide my identity. Born half Japanese and half Korean, I have been secretive as to my identity since I have never been welcomed in Korea and in Japan. The Koreans have shunned me for being a descendant of the people who colonized them brutally, while the Japanese distanced themselves from me, saying that I am one of those who keep demanding apologies that they had already done.

There is a time where you have a problem. A problem with your own identity. The way you look and act around people. Where you come from is what makes you look different from other people. How you act around people makes people think about you and wants to befriend you.