What Made Me Who Am I Essay

This summer was pretty interesting and a tad bit boring. I sort of learned a little bit more about myself and how I could deal with things. Some things got a little rough along the way but that’s life for you. Everyone hits that rough patch in life at one time and point.

STRETCH!!!! In this personal narrative I will be talking about what made me well...ME! I will be talking about gymnastics and why I think it made me, me. The three reasons why I think it made me who I am today is because, I am more flexile, I have a better pain tolerance, and I am more patient with myself and others. This why I think gymnastics has made me, me.

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 saw, even though you tried to cover my eyes. I heard, even though you tried to block my ears. I felt, even though you pretended there wasn't a reason to. How could I possibly understand what I was seeing and feeling at such a young age? Who was there for me to talk to about it? No one..I had to comprehend so much. I sat behind the door with my back against it, when the screaming began again I closed my eyes this time. I pictured myself in a meadow with the grass being pure green and the sky being pure blue. The sun shined so brightly on my skin and the feeling of warmth comforted me. I could see a man walking up to me, but he was so bright you couldn't see his face. My throat was in a knot and my heart was heavy, but as

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.

What makes me different is such an inherent part of me, it does not automatically jump to mind. But when I think about what motivates me to welcome those different than myself, I have my answer. My faith is what drives me to understand and care for those unloved or underserved. It is not something I believe can or should be forced. Rather, it leads me to believe that human respect is granted, not because of identity or orientation, but because of my fundamental belief that all people have the unequivocal right to be treated with dignity and respect. My journey to maintain my faith has not been simple. I am often and unapologetically judged and challenged by both my peers and my superiors. Nonetheless, I have been taught that confrontation is

Every day I wake up knowing I’m going to have to fight the same war within myself that I do everyday. A war that isn’t visible to the eye, nevertheless a war I never feel I will be free from. It is a humiliating feeling to be fearful of your mind as if you are its prisoner. There are days where I will do anything just to survive. Anxiety has become a sickness that I can’t shake. The way I was brought up plays a significant role in developing a personality derived from perfectionism as well as fearing any sort of failure, due to developing an anxiety disorder. Anxiety has clouded my sense of “who I am,” as well as, affected me physically and cognitively.

I’d like to say good afternoon, (or whatever time of the day it is), basically I just want to explain myself a little bit; just the part why I am so nice. If you really do not care it is alright with me, just stop reading here, I completely understand if you do. To get back on topic, let’s start with one of the biggest misconceptions, the reason why I’m so nice. It is simply because it’s the way I was raised. I was told to be nice to mostly everyone, due to the fact that you don’t know what is going on in their life. The other reason is that I hate seeing others having a bad day. It’s just my personality. I’m not being nice because I think your daughter is a “catch”, I’m being nice because it’s just the way I am. Then the other side

What makes me me is unique because out of 7.5 billion, not even two people are the exact same. But to answer the question, what makes me me is my surroundings, my feelings and reaction. It could be my parents, my friends, students at school, basically anything that has movement, opinion and a voice. I say my surroundings because there are ways people are expect to behave and be in public or around any certain group of people, it molds you so that you acts that way. For example, my parents, they love me and pay for everything I own, most importantly, they give me a shelter, food and water (the things you have to have for survival); if they give me a roof on my head, I have to follow their rules and requirements. My friends impact me because

Life. Four simple words that makes us. Life, I believe, is when you take a leap of faith or when you get to know who you actually are. Everyone is different in one way or another. They may like something that you may not like, or they might enjoy different ways of entertainment than you. Either way ignoring all of that all of these things make us who we are, it makes us human beings and it makes us. I know for a fact that I'm not like other people, I am very different and different in a wonderful way. In life and throughout you get to know who you actually are, you get to find out what makes you smile and what makes you sad. Thru the past fifteen years of my life I have learned many things about myself but there are still many more chapters in my life, but so far I learned many useful things that are gotten so far to where I am and hopefully to get me where I want.

There have been a lot of experiences that have defined me and fundamentally changed who I am, whether it metastasized into negativity or cultivated itself into positivity, it drove my core until the very present. Even as I continue to grow, I find myself constantly being challenged in different aptitudes, fighting against forces consciously unknown to me as a child. One experience in particular that I remember, was when I was younger I had been bullied quite a bit. It was actually several racist remarks that had made me cry home to my father, whom was no help to me at all. At the time, I would like to think I knew what racism was. I knew the idea, the concept, and that that concept had rejected my being as something not equal to those who chastised

I was born and raised in Iran, and left to US when I was 26 not knowing a soul here. Back in Iran, the social and conventional context of country wouldn’t expect and accept unpredicted traits from young females such as living alone or solo traveling. Therefore, I used to be the one that my loved ones were always concerned about. My adventures began immediately after I moved out of my parents’ to live alone at 17. To me, I was challenging the status quo to live an authentic life. But, others called me “stubborn” and considered my solo travels as “wrong” or “stupid”. As a result all the spontaneous road trips and serendipitous friendships remained my little secret stories of years lived in Tehran. Finishing school and starting a career enabled

One question I ask myself every once in awhile is, “What makes me... me?”. The first things that come to mind when I think of myself is a hard working, dedicated individual who has an inquisitiveness for sports, technology, and helping others. The root for these self interests is my active personality. As a child, I was always occupied; from playing with a ball to messing up something in my mother's bathroom. I never liked sitting down or watching as much as going outside and hanging with my friends. These actions just carried over into my teenage life and matured over to make myself who I am today.

Who are you that approached me from behind, returning from the store that night ?

In the first telling of my personal narrative, I did not consider including what had led me to a point where I began to embrace my identities and become proud of my heritage as Korean. There were many factors that led me to be who I am today. The reason for leaving out the information was because there were so many people and occurrences that led me to the point where I am now. For example, moving to different elementary school where there were more diverse body of students, annually performing at the Mosaic in the Korean pavilion, my parents being a positive role model, and becoming a volunteer teacher at the Korean Language School are some of the reasons which have led me to be who I am today. As I was surrounded by people who were interested