...April 2016 Who Am I? I am Gwayshala Campbell, a seventeen year old girl. I am a very optimistic student who makes bad decisions, cries when she is happy, smiles when she is sad, and is willing to work. Each day I grow as a person. Every experience in my life good or bad, happy or sad makes me stronger. Each passing moment is a new life experience for me and makes me grow into the person I want to be. Day by day, hour by hour I take a new step in my life, a step towards another, into a world full of knowledge. Knowledge is all around me, waiting for me to learn new things and process new information that will teach me through life. I am a student throughout life, not just in the classroom. I am a person who makes many mistakes, but have the courtesy to learn from them and not make them twice. I am a person who laughs so hard that I have tears running down my cheeks. I am an emotional person who cries whenever I need to and is not embarrassed to express myself that way. I express whatever I am feeling so I don't have to hold it inside until I explode. I need hugs and kisses from my loved ones and I give them back with no hesitation. I am that person who tries to light up the room with a smile. I am that person who tries to pick you up when you are down, laugh when you want to cry, and is there when you want to talk. I have a great shoulder for people to lean on and see myself as an excellent friend. I am a good listener and will shut up until you are finished. I give good advice...
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...Adams Empathy Assignment EMPATHY PROJECT(STEPPING OUTSIDE BOX-ABANDOMENT) WHO AM I Who am I What sets me apart I'm not just a body With a functioning heart Discarded at birth By an identity unknown Found by a farmer On a road made of stone Given a name Straight out of a book Didn't they realize My soul they took But I learned early on To put my emotions at bay Strangers around me Watch what I say Always be nice Keep a smile on my face Maybe they'll take me “Home” or someplace Wishing and hoping For that day to draw near While dying inside Not showing any fear Still waiting and watching As the families go by Trying to smile But only to cry Carder 2 Yes. I was abandoned And always asked why But no answers to my questions So really, who am I Then the day finally comes When I am of age No longer can they keep me Inside that brick cage So with worn out shoes And a brown paper sack I sat out to find The happiness I lacked I was finally free To begin my life I became a loving mother And a wonderful wife Some say I'm outspoken And not politically correct Others say I'm cold-hearted And I'm very direct My life has not been One of fantastic dreams No riches to speak of Mainly survival it seems None of this matters And I stopped asking why My parents didn't keep me They didn't even try So look...
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...Who Am I? I identify myself as a High Honor Roll student, but most importantly as a maturing young adult. Through my life experience I have learned the true value of self-worth and I discovered my sense of identity. Although the road to achieve these things was never easy I still managed to obtain both. During my freshman year in high school I was struck with unbelieveable news; my mom and stepfather were going to get a divorce. When my mom told me it just seemed so unreal, I am so used to seeing divorce on TV but I never thought it would hit home. After I initially found out about the divorce I brushed it off and paid it no mind. It took a while for it to actually sink in and when it did, I couldn’t believe that my parents could do such a thing. My step-father was the only father figure in my life because my birth father wasn’t around. The idea of my parents getting a divorce was overwhelming emotionally. I began paying less and less attention to my school work. The divorce consumed me. I felt as if I was carrying the entire weight of the divorce on my shoulders. My step-sister stopped coming over and it was very hard,my whole family was being broken apart and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. My mom was trying her best to cope but she still remained strong it was tough seeing her in that frame of mind. My mom and step-father’s divorce lasted for a little over two years. By the end of my sophomore year I had already...
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...audiologist said. The voice I remember hearing was heartless. “Would you rather be deaf and mute and signing the whole time? Not being aware of your surrounding? Or would you rather be able to hear and talk in the normal world?” The audiologist says it with no emotions. I thought my world died when Cincinnati Children’s audiologist told my Father and me. My diagnosis at the age of two revealed a profound and unexplainable hearing loss; however, I continued to function normally as I still do today. My hearing loss is severe to profound, so I was fitted with my first hearing aids. When I heard my first sound, I was amazed at the difference between my silence world and my new hearing world. I see that people take so much for granted because hearing is so natural, but I understand the challenge of matching words to sounds to communication which wasn’t fun at all. I was “muted” for a really long time. My mother would tell me that people would get in my face talking loudly, and I would get upset. I was just starting to talk at the age of 5. English is not my first language; American Sign Language is. I attended St. Rita’s School for The Deaf for about three years and is where I became fluent in ASL. As a Kindergartener, I went to a mainstream school, Clifton Elementary. I couldn’t understand the fact that all my friends who were hearing impaired like me had to stay in a room with a teacher who knew signs. They would always tell me that I didn’t need to be there, I would have to go to my...
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...Who Am I 8/1/2015 This self-analysis gives an idea of who I am, what I believe in, what kinds of behaviors I have, what my gender roles are, what social influences I have, what I see as my group dynamics, and how I feel about relationships. This is all about me and who I am inside as a person, my very own self- analysis. I have changed a lot over the last few years so if I had written this a few years ago I am sure it would have been answered differently. I am a survivor. I believe myself to be a survivor because I have brought myself to a place in my life that will keep me alive. I have battled with drugs and alcohol for most of my life and have been clean for 7 years now, all of my own doing. I have lived on the streets and fought battles with myself teaching myself to live independent of others to survive. I am independent. I can live on my own and take care of myself and my family without the help of others. I have been to the bottom of the worst places in life and that has taught me to not be carless with what I have, and know that I can lose it all again in the blink of an eye. I am happy. I enjoy life. I have lived my life in dark places for so long. I love life so much now. I enjoy family and friends and all of the time I have with them, knowing that every day I wake is another blessing to me. I have to say I believe myself to be both independent and interdependent. I think independent because of all that I have achieved in my life because of all of the heartaches...
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...“Who Am I?” --by Michael Cho I wish I could write about the Michael Cho who stars in my Walter Mitty-like fantasies. If only my personal statement could consist of my name followed by such terms as Olympic athlete, master chef, boy genius, universal best friend, and Prince Charming to every hopeful woman. These claims would be, at worst, outright lies, or at best, gross hyperbole. My dreams, however, take their place alongside my memories, experiences, and genes in the palette that constitutes who I am. Who am I? I am a product of my reality and my imagination. I am innately depraved, yet I am made perfect. I plan my day with the knowledge that “Everything is meaningless” (Ecclesiastes 1:2), but I must “make the most of every opportunity” (Colossians 4:5). I search for simple answers, but find only complex questions. Once, on my way to a wrestling tourname whether living in an abode which rotated near the speed of light would result in my being younger (utilizing the Theory of Relativity) and stronger (utilizing the properties of adaptation along with the definition of centripetal and gravitational force) that I failed to realize that I had left my wrestling shoes in my locker. My mother says that my decision to wrestle is indicative of the fact I don’t think. Through working in a nursing home, the most important lesson I’ve learned is that I have many lessons yet to learn. Thus the most valuable knowledge I possess reminds me how little knowledge I have. Often...
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...Who Am I As a Student? I feel like I’m not qualified enough to speak in the classroom, especially during SPS discussions. When I look at the rest of the class, I see the students who know almost everything and have something to say about. I might have something to talk about too, but I just let them talk, because I feel like they already know what I will say or they might have thought the same ideas. Then, I give up and don’t bother participating. After all, I probably look like a loser or a shy person, who I think I’m not; at least I don’t want to be. Who Am I? I think she is neither very aggressive nor very passive. What I hate is her being so selfish all the time. I am more aggressive to my friends than the members of my family. I am being aggressive sometimes when something I can’t stand happens, such as being arrogant, attempts to take control over me or despise me. I am passive when I don’t feel like I have something to tell. It usually happens when I don’t know the people around me beforehand. It is because of the feeling “I don’t count”. It takes time for me to get used to a place or a crowd. If I trust myself, I am not passive at all. Conclusion In order to have better grades and a better life, we should open up ourselves and give a chance to the others. No matter who we are and where we are, we should follow the voice, which is inside us and do whatever it says without following any rules or letting the restrictions limit ourselves. This is the only solution...
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... Who am I Who am I? If you ask me the question, it would immediately remind me of the biological definition of me as a human being. In biological approach, human beings are defined as organisms that are born to other humans and those who can only produce offspring with other human beings. Which means I, like any other human beings, belongs to Primates as well as an offspring of human beings. However, if you want me to explain who I am? I think me myself can be interpreted into two parts. And the following are the descriptions of who I am in particular contexts. The first part is called agent. As a matter of fact, Agent is a word from the field of sociology, which refers to each individual. In this agent part, I am presented as an individual who have, as Descartes said, separate distinct mind and body, or, in another word, like Locke has mentioned before, have kind of an identity that I identify myself. Also, it can be explained as the picture I have in my mind of myself. From my knowledge, base on Descartes’s ideas of ‘I think therefore I am’ and distinct mind and body, my mind consists of a collection of fragments of personalities. For example, there is a collection of some shyness, some noisiness and cleverness within my mind. And then I have a physical body enable me to touch and feel. Through my body I can do gestures and movement; I gain sight so that I can perceive the world as images; Moreover, I can hear voices and taste. And these...
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...Who am I? A wonderful psychology by the name of Erikson once said“The more you know yourself, the more patience you have for what you see in others.” I have grown to know myself over the past 15 years. I am learning that I change daily, but the things that don’t change about me is name, birthplace, personality and family background. My name is Aerial Paige King. I was born and raised in Dallas, Texas. My family raised me into the lady I am today. My mother was a junior in college when I was born. She made the decision to continue her college career with the support of all our family. I main remember spending the most time with my immediate family. I lived with my grandparents from birth until 8th grade. I have a close relationship with my parents which is my grandparents, biological parents, and my stepfather. I am a huge family person who enjoy putting a smile on people face and making them safe. My personality is really bubbly, honest, and curious. My motives, values, and thoughts have changed over the years. I remember being a great and bad students. I was really popular in elementary and secondary schooling. I wanted to make people laugh as well as my teachers. Some of those got me in trouble. I always knew my parents raised me well. It wasn’t till high school I learned to make everyone laugh without crossing the line or getting trouble. My views on schooling and future changed in high school. I was once a person who never like to challenge my brain I was alright with...
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...Student "Who Am I" Essay Who Am I? I’ve been through a lot in my life and I’m only eighteen-years-old. I never knew that I would overcome the problems that I had with my parents but I did. I think that’s why I’m a strong person. The things that I experienced made me scared and I wanted to hide, but I didn’t. However, I always find myself asking “why is my life this way?” At a young age, getting taken away from my parents was hard because I didn’t know anybody. All I knew was my parents. The fact that my parents did not fight to get me back played a large role in my development. I had to grow up seeing and learning things that I wasn’t supposed to know at such a young age. I used to say “I hate my parents for not getting me back!” I used to think that no one cared. I never really made any friends because I was mad all of the time and I would always take my anger out on other people. I knew it was wrong. In junior high school, I made friends because of my talent. I love to sing. Singing makes me forget about all of my problems and it makes me euphoric. Whenever I had a show, I would tell my father to come see me sing. He never paid me any mind. To him, it was always “school, school, school!” I learned to ignore him and to pursue my goals. My boyfriend has a big impact on my life. He’s always there for me when I need him. He keeps me strong and he always tells me “you can do it!” There were times that I used to cry and tell him that I wanted to drop out of school. He would say to...
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...Who Am I Ashley Guinn ETH/125 10/07/2013 Robert Knobs Who Am I My name is Ashley Guinn and my great-grandmother was a full-blooded Cherokee Indian, so naturally I am a descendant of the Cherokee Native Americans. I may not have but 1/8 of their blood, but they are a part of my ancestry. As I conduct my research, I have a much better understanding of the discrimination my ancestors faced as well as the harsh and brutal treatment that led to many tribes being forced from the land that had been theirs for generations. Since the arrival of Christopher Columbus, Native Americans have suffered through much fear and resentment. Members of the American Republic like George Washington thought that the best way to handle the “Indian problem” was to introduce Christianity into their culture, teach them to read and speak English, and other common European practices such as individual ownership of land: in effect “civilizing” them. These ideals were embraced the Choctaw, Chickasaw, Seminole, Creek, and Cherokee who came to be known as the “Five Civilized Tribes.” Regardless men who sought the rich and fertile land did not care how “civilized” they were and resorted to almost any extreme to obtain them. They stole livestock, burned and looted towns, or simply took over the lands they wanted. State governments began to pass laws limiting Native American rights and encroached on their land. In a few cases such as Cherokee Nation vs. Georgia (1831) and Worcester vs. Georgia (1832), the...
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...or Madam, I realize that this is not one of the prompts for the essay. But I thought instead of going through the same essays over and over again, you can get to know more about me and what I’d like to do for the future. Sound good? Ok let’s go. First of all my name is Gustavo Arturo Villarroel De La Concha Alvarez. Pretty long isn’t it? Don’t worry you can call me Gus for short. Over the past year when I still a junior in high school I conjured up a multitude of ideas for innovations that could very well alter the way we manufacture vehicles for the future, but first I need to be educated in the field that best suits that subject, Mechanical Engineering. During my junior year, I bought a 2001 6 cylinder Laser Red Ford Mustang. It was a stick shift too, so it was fun to drive on the highway switching in and out of gears and really hear the engine roar. I went with my mother and step father to the Rolex 24 since they worked for BRA Motorsports and went inside the garages for the racers and I was mesmerized by the array of sport horses as well as the components that make them up. I was always a curious soul, I just felt the need to poke my nose into things that fascinated me and I always had the urge to obtain a COMPLETE understanding of them. I would actually take some of the machines around the house and take them apart to see how they worked. As a matter of fact I always had my parents buy Legos for me to build, they were always star wars spaceships and every time I would build...
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...We say a great many things in church (and out of church too) without thinking of what we are saying. For instance, we say in the Creed " I believe in the forgiveness of sins." I had been saying it for several years before I asked myself why it was in the Creed. At first sight it seems hardly worth putting in. "If one is a Christian," I thought " of course one believes in the forgiveness of sins. It goes without saying." But the people who compiled the Creed apparently thought that this was a part of our belief which we needed to be reminded of every time we went to church. And I have begun to see that, as far as I am concerned, they were right. To believe in the forgiveness of sins is not so easy as I thought. Real belief in it is the sort of thing that easily slips away if we don't keep on polishing it up. We believe that God forgives us our sins; but also that He will not do so unless we forgive other people their sins against us. There is no doubt about the second part of this statement. It is in the Lord's Prayer, it was emphatically stated by our Lord. If you don't forgive you will not be forgiven. No exceptions to it. He doesn't say that we are to forgive other people's sins, provided they are not too frightful, or provided there are extenuating circumstances, or anything of that sort. We are to forgive them all, however spiteful, however mean, however often they are repeated. If we don't we shall be forgiven none of our own. Now it seems to me that we often...
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...projected to have ended with over one million illegal immigrants deported back to Mexico. Fred L. Koestler, "OPERATION WETBACK," Handbook of Texas Online Another act of discrimination in United States History with Mexican Americans was the Zoot Suite Riots of 1952. United States Sailors, Marines, and other service were storming the streets assaulting Mexican American, some of whom were not wearing Zoot Suits. It evolved over a period of ten days. Many service members were the ones who began the riots inciting the Zoot Suitors were harassing their women and being assaulted by them. The police refused to step in and help the Zoot Suitor's because they did not want to arrest any servicemen due to the war. Only Mexicans Americans were arrested in the riots. Police Officer would often hold back crowds and prevent citizens from helping the Mexican's as they were beaten by servicemen. Elliot Gorn, et al, Constructing the American Past: A Sourcebook of a People's History (1970) When growing up, I...
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...September 14, 2014 Who I Am Wake up son, get your shit together. Why aren’t you taking your future seriously? You better buckle down, you’re running out of time. These are some of the things I have heard my entire life. I’m just your average young man that has missed out on opportunities to become something more than average. I haven’t always made the right decisions when it comes down to it. Not anymore though, that ship has sailed and I’m hoping to better myself each and every day. Growing up I did what every kid does, get into trouble. Sometimes I would take it to the extreme, like when I was nine years old and almost burned my entire house to the ground. I’m laughing as I write and think about that experience. What kid wouldn’t love to play with fire at that age though? Or another situation when I was in high school and a teacher tried pulling a Miami Heat hat off of my head on “Hat day”. “Hat day” was a day where you were allowed to wear any hat that you’d like, but the teacher apparently had a problem with me in the first place and didn’t like the way I was wearing it. It was like he literally wanted to fight me over a hat in the middle of the hallway. I got suspended for a couple days because I didn’t “cooperate” with an authority figure… I’m shaking my head as I write this but these types of things don’t really impact your future as much though at that age. I grew up with an older brother and the things he did really influenced the way I did things. Now he is...
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