Who Is The Person For Me? Essay

Albert, my boyfriend at the time, and I initially were just really close friends, three years prior to our romantic relationship. He would accompany me wherever I had gone, and I would do the same thing. We always would tell each other everything. There was trust that had gotten stronger over time, he always was there when I needed him and I was always there when he needed me. He was my best friend and was my boyfriend. Best friend, as in I literally told him everything I would tell my best friend; Boyfriend as in I loved him and cherished him as a girlfriend should.

A person’s personality is like clay; it can be shaped and reshaped based on who and what they allow to shape it. In youthhood, a person tends to develops a basis for who they will be, so it is important that we are especially cautious during this time and only let the best people and things shape us. Moreover, I learned the values of charity, compassion, helpfulness, honesty, hard work, dedication, patience, loyalty, and fairness from the people that shaped me.

“I think I just need to sleep on it. Good night.” I didn’t sleep the rest of the night. I laid in bed tossing and turning,

"I seen things out here. I wasn't drunk. I don't know if I was asleep.

"Sorry for being so late. My electricity got shut off so the alarm didn't wake me."

No response from him, I message him again, thinking he did not notice my initial message.

I step into the house. My phone vibrates. I had received a text from Ethan; it read:

“Sorry. You fell asleep so fast I thought you must have been exhausted. So I thought I would let you sleep for a little. Mya sat straight up. “How long have have I been asleep?”

"Not much" He replied. My mother angled herself peeking around to see what was going on.

She complained. ‘Why did you tip water on me?’ she said. ‘Because you were asleep and you weren’t waking up.’ ‘Thanks for that,’ she said sarcastically.

“Wake up, Aisha.” I whispered into Aisha’s ear, trying my best not to wake Patty’s children who slept soundly in their beds on the other side of the room.

At first she didn’t text back and I began to worry that I had only sent one message and had already screwed things up. About 20 minutes later I heard my phone go off and I raced over to see that it was Amanda. She said she had just gotten home and that she began to defend herself by saying there was no chance that I was going to beat her. From there on the conversation went fairly smoothly, and I could tell that she had some interest in me which made me smile every time I got a text from

Devin, a close friend that would later become more like a brother figure that will always be there when I need him. I first met Devin in the 8th grade at Park View Middle School’s graduation. The way we first met was through another friend named Caeden, which we were both close too, and we had our similarities. When we actually became friends, in the 9th grade, was at football practice. He helped me out a lot at the beginning of High School and helps me out a lot today.

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.

When I look in the mirror I know whom I am, but society makes it difficult to understand who I am, because I was born to immigrants of Nigerian descent, and I am a first generation American, that term is sometimes used so loosely. By looking at my name they assume that I am from some island, but I am so quick to tell them that “I am Nigerian”, there is another statement that normally follows this. “You do not have an accent”. I wonder if I had an accent would I be considered Nigerian and not American; then I say that “My parents are Nigerian” and then that changes, so to them I am just associated with the Nigerian culture it does not make me Nigerian, there has been many discussion between my friends who are the same like me confused to