Who I Am I?

You want to know what shaped/molded me as student. Wow, that's a funny qurstion! I believed I didn't know what made me who I am, but as I look back and forth, I realized, it was me. I am my own motivation. I don't look up to anyone, I just look forward to something. I am a believer, dreamer, achiever, and wonderer. As I look around me and see how my family and others of a different and same ethnicity living their whole life on a budget, barely making ends meet, I tell myself I will be better and become better. I will not let my surroundings select or change the way I am. When I was younger, I believed everything would just come and fall into my arms. I wanted to be all of the occupations I seen on TV. I planted in my head that I would be a

I told friends and family that I was considering baptism, and as a result they provided me with useful information about Christianity and supported my decisions. After evaluating all of this new information, my heart filled with joy, and I decided to accept Christ and be baptized. I thought I would have to wait until Easter, but Sam discovered that there was an option to be baptized before that, on Sunday, March 13th. As the date approached, I became excited and eager because my family and friends were going to be there to witness this life-changing event with me. My Small Group friends not only witnessed this joyous occasion, they participated in my baptism. Shortly thereafter, I persuaded my family to attend a Sunday service to better understand my feelings for the Church. I realized that, now that I was baptized, I was never

“Where Are You Going, Were Have You Been” by Joyce Oates, is one of most the craziest, unexpected plot twist of a story I have ever read. Through this short story you are narrated through the background of the ups and downs of a young girl’s life and through the strange encounter with a peculiar man. Joyce Oates will make you question, and feel alongside her main character as you try to grasp onto this strange fictional mystery.

As a young girl, I remember knowing that something about my grandmother was not right. Visits to grandma’s house were not spent being spoiled or doted over by grandma but listening to my dad and mom try to rationalize with her delusions. I remember my dad having to drive over to grandma’s house to meet police officers because “those people” were there and the police advising they would no longer respond to her calls. As a teenager, I once accompanied her to a doctor’s appointment in hopes of making him aware of her problem, as if he didn’t know. I begged him to help her, at which time I learned she had been diagnosed as schizophrenic years before.

I was born in the summer of 1964, to lower middle class parents, my mother was divorced with having left three young sons behind with her first husband. My father owned a very popular gas station and repair shop, by birth being the result of a torrid love affair, this topic remained in the gossip pool well into my twenties. I was kept in the dark until Jr. high school, my mother was forced to tell me part of her truth, after the principal sent a note home. My mother suffered from depression and substance abuse as a coping mechanism to sooth her pain. At the age of two my mother gave birth to my sister, although, my mother loved us, I believe her pain tortured her relentlessly. Soon my father choose alcohol to numb his

can’t exactly tell you who I am, I don’t know much about myself. I can tell you I’m 19 years young I’m I suppose you could say Emo and Hipster.I don’t think my dad even remembers where he got my name from, but I’m sure he’s make some story up about it.

Ever since I was only a few months old, my birth mother put drugs and herself before anyone else, including my father and I. My father is originally from Saudi Arabia and came to America for better opportunities and to make his family proud. After a few months of living in Oklahoma, he met my mother and they ended up getting married. They soon found out that my mother was pregnant with me and they were both elated. After I was born, my father began to notice that my mother was acting strangely and not being herself; this was obviously a result of her getting back on drugs. My father did not have the prior knowledge that my mother had been on drugs and had quit them multiple times before having met him. One night my father came home from work

Darryl: I continued smoking and sexing, it’s a wonder the police never caught me. I frequented places I would have never gone to before using crack. I quickly ran out of money and both my mother and father were sending money to help pay my rent and I was using that to support my habit. I finally came to a moment of clarity that I could not continue on in this manner and I needed help. I contacted both my parents and told them what was happening, neither one of them were happy about hearing that I was addicted to crack. My father sent me a plane ticket to return back to Detroit. After arriving back in Detroit my father had me admitted to an inpatient drug rehab at Henry Ford Hospital. I went through a four-day detox and hospitalization for 28 days. During treatment I was required to attend AA and NA meetings on site, I was given a therapist to help me overcome and face my depression. I attended an outpatient program for over 6 months and attended NA meetings everyday until I was successfully clean for one year. I think my biggest challenge was facing my depression; I had never been to a therapist before because I did not want family and friends to know that I was suffering from mental disorder. I still to this day

Identity. Identity is kind of a funny thing. It is the thing that makes us who we are. I come from a ranching and rodeo and logging background. My mom was a barrel racer with my vice principal, Mrs.Fuzico. My dad was a real horseman and logger when he was younger. He had a couple horses and was good no... GREAT at riding and handling horses. My grandma, dad, and childhood have impacted my identity.

I am a puzzle with a vast amount of pieces. Who I am is formed by three factors; life events, what I do, and music. Music being the biggest factor of the puzzle. As I grew so did the genre of music I listened to. The music I was raised on stayed, but more genres of music were added to my selection of songs. Three songs that have influenced me the most in life include; Ring of Fire, American Soldier, and Because We Can, each making me who I am in a unique way.

Who I am as a person is exclusively defined by the aggregation of the distinctive experiences that compose and distinguish my life. The meaning of being Hispanic goes beyond the word itself. As a Colombian, I’m not just part of a group of categorized individuals; I’m a representation of a long-existing heritage, a vivid culture, and a magnificent history. From the hard-working campesino (farmer) in the ample coffee crops of the extensive Colombian cordilleras, to the innovative empresario (entrepreneur) in the capital of Bogotá, to the determined artesano (craftsman) working along the Atlantic coast, being Colombian means sharing a culture, a heritage, a history with other individuals- more than that, it’s an ideal of fraternity, of brotherhood.

There are several reasons that caused me to walk away from my past drug addiction, such as, at a lower than low point in time, my drug dependency cost me everything, and every important person in my life. Addiction caused a massive strain on the bond between my family and me. For example, trust that was a given in our family became tainted, and broken because I often lied to my family trying to hide my addiction. On numerous occasions I have stolen from family to support my growing dependency to the drugs. Thus, leading to a disconnect that excluded me from celebrations, holidays, family gatherings, and special events. I was alone with no family, and no one who truly loved me, for I allowed my addiction

I was born _name__ on _date__ in _place__. I am a son, brother, uncle, nephew, cousin, and friend. I was desperately shy as a small child, but grew out of it. My teen years were happy times sports, friends, summers spent in __place_. It all helped shape me into who I am today. My interests are many. I have always enjoyed reading about history and follow the history channel faithfully. I love music. It's been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. I find it calming when life gets rocky.

The question “who am I”? Can have a lot of individuals thinking about themselves, including myself because one might not know where to start. It is a very broad question, but having done the Strengths Finder 2.0 assessment, I realized more in depth what kind of person I really am based on my top 5 strengths. Who I am as a learner, who I am in my career and who I am as a person of faith lead me to answering the question above and understanding more of myself within.

Who am I? I can think about a million different answers to that question. Everybody has their own story. Who do you see when you look in the mirror. For starters, my full name is Sarah Najah Haddawi. I am Arabic, Muslim, Syrian, those are some of my identifiers. My ethnicity and religion are a big part of who I am and they both play a big part in my life. I make a lot of big decisions based on my culture and its traditions. The reason I am the way I am is all because of my beliefs. My mom chose the name “Sarah” because ever since she was a little girl, she had a doll named Sarah and since then has wanted to name her daughter Sarah. My parents are both from Syria, my mom is actually half Lebanese and half Syrian. I was born in Boston,