I believe you can achieve anything you want in life with hard work, dedication, and passion. There are many experiences I have gone through that have helped shaped who I am today. I may not have control over certain situations, but I have a choice on how it affects me.
Starting high school can be a little scary, especially when you have no guidance from siblings, like me, being the first one from my family to have an education. But that did not stop me from succeeding, I?ve always been confident and determined. I?m an enthusiastic when it comes to trying new things. Who would have thought I was going to be a good athlete plus a book geek, when in my past years I was just a regular kid. I was pretty excited about joining a club that had a connection with high school, that way I didn?t have to start from zero, I always want to be a step ahead. Fortunately, in summer, a high school coach was recruiting freshmen for running either cross country or track, they both involve running, so I considered it like the same sport with different timing. And this is when it all started. Running
It was a warm day in Los Angeles California. The soccer field had green grass and a lot of kids playing on it. There is a 9-11 year old team playing. The parents of the kids pay the coach so their kids can play on the soccer team. Derek is a is a dark haired boy. He's 11 years old, and he is a better soccer player than Chris is at the moment. Chris is an 11 year old boy who is Mexican and loves to play soccer. Chris’s family is a bit more poor then Derek's family.
I'm DeVon, an eighteen year old self tought illustrator and Henry Ford Accademy allumni; I am also an incoming freshman attending Kendal College of Art and Desighn. I spend most of my time drawing, gaming, and skateboarding. My favorite styles of illustration are cartoon, comic, fantacy, landscapes, graphic, manga, and painting.
Have you ever felt robbed of a childhood? At the age of six, I was placed into the DYFS system. I moved from house to house, not really having the chance to grow up like normal children. I didn’t get to experience things such as ; asking my older sister advice on boys, learning how to cook grandma’s favorite recipe, or going on family vacation to Disney world . I worked hard to get where I am right now. My experiences have made me of who I am today , my story will tell you my background, where I came from and why my application is incomplete without it.
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.
I believe it would be impossible to answer this question without first explaining who my brother is — it is only through him that I have truly found who I am, and the person I want to become.
Identifying my identity is a not a very easy thing for me because a few of my strong beliefs have flaws and loopholes. If someone’s reasoning for doing something I believe to be wrong my strong opinion on my belief is questioned. My identity is a work in process like many other and more times than not I do not even know who I am. I have always believed in the practice of accountability for your words and actions as well the act of showing people the respect they should be given.
An important part of every humans life is having something they believe in. Having something to care about is essential for people to reach their full potential in life. People need a special person in their life, or a great job that sparks passion in them to bring them happiness. There are many of these types of passions in my life but to better understand who I am, there isn't just one, there are three people who have shaped the young adult I am today. My two little sisters and my little brother. However they aren't exactly normal siblings, they were given to us by the City of Cincinnati for temporary care, while their mothers tried to recover from heroin addiction and battled in court to explain why their child was hospitalized because of a lack of food.
“Someone forgot to take a shower.” Two pairs of eyes immediately looked over at me. My first day of sixth grade was full of many microaggressions and passive aggressive chuckles. “No, but actually, who smells like that?” Attending a predominantly white school in the suburbs of Minnesota attenuates you to that kind of stuff. “Is it true Ethiopians eat food with their hands like monkeys?” Little did I know that these microscopic insignificant interactions had a greater impact on my awareness of my own identity than anyone else. I stood five feet tall, with my dark brown skin, and wore my hair into two puff balls, one on each side. I already stood out. The strong smell that surrounded my entire body is what made me stand out even more. Middle
When I pondered all of the character traits that I retain, a prominent attribute that recurred to me was that of independence. I have been called
Identity. Who we are. How we define ourselves. Imagine taking away something that defines you. You’re left feeling “who am I?”
A majority of people I have spoken to despise running; the activity inducing a great deal of pain and wasting time are common reasons I hear. For me however, running has always been a part of my identity and it shaped me as the person I am today. Whether it comes to intense races or exciting games of tag, I feel a part of me glistens with joy whenever I put on my running shoes and get my feet moving. My interest from running goes all the way back from elementary school.
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.
Who am I? Well that’s a great question that I don’t even know if I can answer, but I can tell you how I became the person I am today. I started dance at the age of two years old. I started competing in dance competitions at 6 years old and I still continue to dance. This might seem like a trivial fact, but in reality, it has shaped me into the person I was today. Dance has taught me not just to dance, but how to be a leader, how to work in teams, and how to see a new perspective of things. It has also taught me how to manage my time well, because all through school I was keeping good grades and dancing 20 hours a week. It wasn’t till high school, when I had some medical problems arise, that I had problems with juggling everything.