Who Am I Am Me? Essay

What does it mean to be me? I was born in Atlanta, Georgia with a Hispanic father and an Indian mother. I can Identify myself in many ways and my parents have made a good impact in my life and showed me what it was meant to be me. I can interact well with others who are (or appear) different from me. I also have an impact of being more culturally aware.

Pouring tea for the strangers who had tried to politely refuse, Waverly Earp eyed them cautiously, trying to parse out the story they were telling. They looked disheveled, and road-weary, like they had traveled for days, which interested her. Visitors to Purgatory were rare, rarer still visitors to the Homestead. But Waverly knew exactly why not all could be welcome.

There are many directions I could study my cultural history. I could search for so many answers to questions about my family. Are we descendents of Chinese people? Were we a powerful family in Vietnam? Are we related to any royalty? I could not decide how far back I wanted to explore my family tree or if I wanted to research my mother’s family or my father’s family. I was not even sure if I could find any answers at all. All of these questions are relevant if I wish to discover the people in my family line. However, none of these explain what makes me who I am today.

Throughout my senior year, I have had the opportunity to write numerous introspective essays in a feeble attempt to demonstrate to colleges the most important aspects of my personality. As a result, today I have opted to take a different focus. Instead of describing solely who I am, I would like to focus on how I have become who I am today. My beliefs have been shaped and altered on countless occasions, and I believe it is of the utmost importance to identify the people and events that have created large impacts on my set of beliefs in order to firmly determine those beliefs.

This paper discusses who I am as an individual, through gender, culture, my worldviews and the difference between me and other people, why Social Work interests me and what ‘fit and proper’ means through the Social Workers Registration Board.

I am someone who loves the culture that I came from. I am one hundred percent Lebanese and I wouldn 't change it for the world. Although I was born in the U.S., I wish someday that I could visit Lebanon to learn more about where I came from. Being Lebanese has made me the person that I am today and it has impacted my life greatly.

When I think back to why I am who I am, I think back to my childhood and what memories have stuck in my mind. They often come up in certain situations as a reminder to never forget the people that love me, or the places that I love that influence my choices and the road to my future goals. I try my best to follow advice and recollect on the important things in life, like zipping up my coat or enjoying time with my family, making the best out of situations and thinking positively. I remember repetitive smells or touch that one day added to my mind and never left, that will always be a part of me, Now I am eighteen and in college, about to start a new chapter my life and compose new memories with new people. Thinking back now makes me wonder what it will be like to think back years from now to these moments that im making now, and how I will connect them all.

While growing up, I saw horses, mud pies, and dirty nails. I heard laughter, but also sadness and yelling. I held more than my mom and dad’s hand. I held all the small amphibians that I searched so hard for, the dirt that I played cars in, and I held bugs with love. Growing up was much more than making friends, or being popular. It was never about when or how I would get someone to find enough spark in me, to call me their person. Friendship, was the bond I had with every new horse my mom would buy. It was the amount of trust I had with animals, even after they hurt or scared me.

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.

Have you ever wondered why you act a certain way or why you react to certain things differently then those who surround you? I have always believed that I was different but what exactly makes me different is what intrigues me. According to the United States Census Bureau there are 7 billion people living on the earth. The personalities of these 7 billion people are all different. Everyone holds personality traits that define who he or she is. But before we begin to define who I am lets find the true definition to personality.

I was born and raised in Jamaica. I moved to the United States less than five years ago, and like many new immigrants, going through the adjustment into American society of varied cultural background and economic opportunity which far different from what they are already accustomed to, could be challenging. Being already fluent in English may have placed me in a firm footing in the settling in process, but being a matured and level-headed person in her thirties was my strongest edge over the settling in experience.

If you walk continuously along a straight path, you will never be found again. But on a cyclic path, you come back repeatedly at the starting point and eventually cover endless distance, provided the energy and system remain intact. Interestingly, most phenomena occurring in nature favour a cyclic rather than straight path.

Who am I? Wow, that’s a broad, difficult question to answer. To cram a whole person and their story in 1,000 words is nigh on impossible; but welcome to the school system. Anyway, my father abandoned me before I was born, and my birth mother (whom I now call a sister) gave up her rights to me when she continued to feed her cocaine addiction. After I was born into a shattered household, I was moved around until my grandparents, who I now consider my parents, took me in. I grew up healthy despite the usage of drugs while I was unborn, with only mild asthma to serve as a constant reminder of the putrid wretch that gave birth to me.

I was born in San Antonio, Texas into a middle class, military family. My father went to the Air Force Academy and graduated with a degree in aerospace engineering and entered his required service with the United States Air Force. My mom graduated with a degree in speech pathology from the Mississippi University for Women. I was active from the moment I could walk, playing basketball, baseball, football, or just riding my bike, I did anything I could if I was outside. When I turned three my parents let me play tee ball with my brothers five-year-old team. From that moment on baseball ruled my life. My father served for 20 years and once he entered the Air Force reserves we moved to Franklin, Tennessee where my father began working for

Who I am as a person has changed over the year I have attended the United States Merchant Marine Academy, however, the basis of who I am has remained the same. Being a Catholic-Christian is the base of who I am as a person. My one goal is to be a saint and at the end of the day, despite all my other goals, this is the only one that truly matters and never alters. My faith is what pushes me to be a better person, a better leader, a better follower. My whole life should be to the glory of God, and I work on that each day and reevaluate often. I screw up plenty of times and fall off the narrow path, but something in me keeps me going back. I refuse to give up on my faith and God will not ever give up on me. So I will not stop striving to be a better person, a better leader, or a better follower.