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Now that we are back with a brand new year to work with, an actual tabula rasa concept, so to speak, it's time to sit back and do some introspective reflection.
Every day, you wake up, go through your morning rituals, come to school, do your thing(s), go home, go through your evening rituals and then go to bed. There are obviously some variations to this routine from time to time, and I am not trying to downplay your life in any way by making it sound mundane; that is not the idea here. What I am saying is, that through all of this, these daily activities, rituals and routines people interact with you. They talk to you, refer to you, question you, yell at you, soothe you, talk about you, defer to you or, in some cases, though hopefully not many, ignore you completely. The point is, they KNOW who you are, at least enough to do one or more of the previous things. But, when you stop to think about it, do they really know? And, more importantly, do YOU?
Beyond names, job titles or academic accomplishments, beyond labels given by yourself or by others, beyond traits and hobbies and virtues... who are you? Who are you inside? If you had to write your name, and then your definition, what would it say?(substantive response/50pts)
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There are many people out there that do not know the real me. Only people close to me really know me on the inside. I feel as if I’m judged by the people I hang out with, the sports I play, etc. Now that I think about it, only a few know who I really am and what I believe. I doubt my brother even knows who I am. My parents have known me since I was little and know who I am as a person. Megan has been with me for over a year and has come to know the real Dave. Other than those few, I don’t think there are any others that truly know me.
Who am I? If you got to know me and knew what I’m like on the inside, you would know I’m a kind guy. I’m always a gentleman (majority of the time) and I always try to make people laugh and have a good time. Growing up I was always taught to respect others and to be considerate. As my class knows from my occasional paper, I have a soft heart and I’m mushy. I feel comfortable to express myself and I don’t care what others think about me. I’m secure with myself and I know there are people that may have a different opinion about me, but it doesn’t affect me. I think the most important thing for a person is to know who they are and learn to like themself. There are plenty of people who don’t know who they are and do things for other people rather than for themself. Not knowing who you are can lead to many problems. When people act out of character it leads to problems with friends, family and people in general.
Occupations and name titles have a huge effect on people’s perception on another person. For example, if you met someone and the only thing you knew about the person was that he or she was number one in the class, you’d probably think he/she was a nerd. But there is far more to a person than their title. People are always quick to judge. Take Gary for example. While being number one he also is a three season athlete and a heck of an athlete if I may say so myself. If someone only knew he was number one in the class, they probably wouldn’t guess that he played all of those sports. Another example can be a person who dresses in all black and is anti-social. Your first thought would be that that person was emo. But that’s not the case most of the time. I was watching MTV (maybe it’s not the most scholarly place to cite but just play along) the other day and Made was on. There was a girl who had no friends and never socialized with the kids in her school. When she was given the chance to express herself and allow herself to show who she really was, many people were left dumbfounded. Many people’s personality is hidden behind their own wall. What you think about someone is probably not the entire picture. There is a lot to a person that many people do not see.
I'm Emily Rheault - even though most people would refer to me as Emily Row, or, what even MORE refer to me as - Emrow. But there's so much more to really knowing someone than just knowing a simple nickname. I know that a lot of people know me in the sense that they know who I am whether it be through sports, different classes, or the people I share mutual friends with; but that doesn't mean that they actually know anything about me. Just today in Anatomy class, the girl who sits next to me got a text from someone (who I honestly didn't know one thing about and could only put a face to her name) that said "well I heard that Emrow said..". Okay, obviously this girl knows who I am, but doesn't actually know me. There's so much more to it than that.
Honestly, there are times when I absolutely cannot stand the person that I am. It's not that I look in the mirror and hate myself - it's just that sometimes I realize that I'm not always the nicest, most understanding, or most reasonable person. I asked Monica what a better word for "the B word" was, so that I could complete a blog without cursing, and she said that I'm just "painfully blunt," and I "express exactly how I feel about .. everyone." Very true. I think that sometimes I just look at the negatives in different situations, thoughts, and most of the time people, over all the positives - and most of the time I do the worst thing that I can do with that, and I let other people know. I am so SO sarcastic and I think that sometimes people take that the wrong way. I can be selfish, I can be greedy, and I know I can be irresponsible - but honestly, can't we all?
Even though I could probably go on and on with with bad traits, and I'm sure there are plenty of other people that could help me with that - I do have some good characteristics that I think are sometimes overshadowed by the negatives. Although it doesn't seem this way half of the time - I'm actually pretty motivated. I don't like losing, I can get overly competitive, and I love succeeding. I think that partially comes from having the mindset of an athlete; accomplishment is such a great feeling. I love laughing, smiling, having a good time, and helping to make other people do the same. I enjoy good company and I love when people refer to me as good company. Even though I can be aggressive and strongly opinionated, I think there are a lot of times that I'll do something that will make someone else happy over making myself happy. I'm actually a bit more laid back than most people perceive me to be. When I care about someone or something, I really care about them. I am passionate about a select few things, which, in my opinion is a good thing, because like Hannah told me before, "if you're spread too thin, you can't find things you really enjoy." Even though I'm probably the loudest and most talkative person on the face of the earth, I'm a pretty good listener and I enjoy listening to people and I'm honestly always there when someone needs to vent.
There's so much more to me, and everyone else that will respond to this blog. I don't think words are always the best way to describe someone. I think you have to learn how people react to different scenarios and situations that they are faced with, as well as pay attention to the minute details that make them up. There are so many different factors that actually lead to the "real" person that someone is - so many different factors that it's near impossible to explaine everything about anyone on this blog.
I have just rewritten this first line twice because I couldn’t figure out how to start this. When people ask, “Who are you?” I automatically begin to list the positive traits and activities I’m involved in at school. I’m in choir, I play softball, I’m in honors and AP courses, I’m in drama, and I’m in the top ten percent in my class. Sounds all great and dandy doesn’t it? Those things are merely what occupies my time and keeps me on track. They aren’t me. They don’t portray what I am inside. This blog isn’t as hard as I thought it was going to be. Not everyone can easily explain who they really are, but I’ve known for a long time who I am. Generally, most people follow in the footsteps of their parents or the parent figure in their life. Most have the same morals as them, which isn’t always the best thing. Some people follow the pack and act as though they are along for the ride. Some on the other hand are completely anti-social and people make them uncomfortable for their own personal reasons. I am, in fact, none of those things. I look up to my father and would consider him to my hero, yet I’m not just like him. Growing up in the environment of fighting and divorce surprising to me makes me a better person. I’ve seen first hand what happens when people mess up and make mistakes and I’ve been taking mental notes. Those things have influenced me to not even try them because I already know the outcome. I think that’s what makes me so mature for my age. I’ve grown into my personality and have strictly trained myself not to stray off the path into the woods.
As the preppy, straight A’s student, some may automatically put me into that stereotype category. Looking in, I am that stereotype, but with my own twist. Yes, I dress that way, but there’s more to me than just clothes and perfect grades. I’m a junior in high school and I’ve never drunk an ounce of alcohol in my life and I’m proud of it. I think that’s what makes me so different than everyone else. I don’t feel like I need to do indulge in partying to have a good time. It’s not my nature. I don’t give into peer pressure to fit in, because I know that there are people out there who accept me for who I am. And people who don’t accept that don’t know who they really are. They say they want to be unique, but yet they all look like the same, stupid fools who get in trouble together. Maybe that’s the “high school experience”, but I’d rather stick to my own experience, not the one everyone else wants. High school is four years out of your entire life, so I’m making the best of it by doing the right thing.
I agree with Dave about the whole MTV thing. The kids on that show haven’t identified who they really are and were hiding in a shell. For whatever reason, something has been holding them back from bursting out of their shell. But once they get the encouragement to see that someone actually cares about them and will accept them for them, their personality begins to spill out. I guess some people need to experience it on their own and in their own way to fully understand what they want out of life and who they REALLY are.
How others would define me
Michael Galli – fun, outgoing, talkative, doesn’t know when to stop, lacking common sense, smart, cocky, and nice
Or at least that’s what they tell me, and I think people don’t have a big problem telling me stuff to my face.
How I define myself
Michael Galli – happy and unwilling to let others change that fact, willing to let change happen and open to new people entering my life, loves to interact with people because what’s the point of life if you can’t share it with people, doesn’t want anything to end, doesn’t take time to think about the small details, understands the concepts of what is going on and how to apply them, proud of what I can do and not afraid to admit it because if you can do something then why pretend that you can’t?, and efficient because it takes less energy to be nice than it does to be mean and if you’re nice to everyone than the people that are jerks to you look bad.
I think I did the assignment right, but even if I didn’t, that’s how I would define myself.
People may ask who Danny Lang is. People who know him may reply with words of excellence and others may talk bad about him. In fact, he really doesn't care what is said about him. All he cares about is living life to the fullest. In school he works hard and strives to do his best. Outside of school is a totally different world. After doing homework and other important things he does everything he can.
He enjoys hanging out with friends and being absolutely crazy. No, not full of flaws, insane, or askew but just the desire of excitement and thrill. In the summer, his second home is the beach. Surfing tops his list in this fun filled season. Before summer starts he goes through months of torturous fun practices and races. These months consist of hours of running, lifting, jumps, rowing, being in the freezing cold and steaming hot, along with long sleepless days and nights. But with these days, fun follows. The races can only be explained as four to five minute bursts of pain, exhaustion, nerves, excitement, and hope. He lives to do these type of things. People say “Oh crew is easy all you do is row a boat”, but it isn't as easy as everyone thinks. During crew many friends are made and problems also.
When he grows up he hopes to be a successful dentist. And he hates how he has 10 or more years of school left. On his free time he likes going to concerts, hanging with friends and family, going to the beach, going to the movies and so much more. He doesn't judge anyone till he really knows them. Here’s what other people see me as.
“Well he's really fun to be around and he always makes me laugh. He's really athletic and competitive and he always looks out for me and his friends. And he has really really awesome friends and that is Danny Lang."
“Daniel Lang...
He’s one of the easiest people to talk to. He’s always there for you no matter what. If you want to hang out and just do whatever, he’s up for anything. I’ve known him for many many many years now and he’s remained one of my best friends.”
“Stylish.....fun......and unpredictable!”
These are a few things about my life and what people say about me. Yes, people might think they know who I am, but no one will ever know who I am completely. Everyone gets a sense of who I am and I completely understand why they like me or don’t. I really am who I am and don’t care if people like me or not. I know who I am and I am completely happy with myself.
All those things above are things that lots of people know. They are my titles, labels, and names. People always tell me that I am so smart and stuff, but what they don’t know is that I can do other stuff then just school work. They may see I dress nice and wear a lot of name brand stuff, but that just shows a mere liking of mine. It doesn’t mean that I may be stuck up or rich. I have things that just are me and not everyone knows. And there are things that some people will just never know because they are my own being. I am an honest, intellectual, loving, happy, crazy person. Some may see different images of me from the outside, but who doesn’t see things differently from someone else? Inside I am the same as the outside because I feel there is no reason to hide anything. I like to make people feel good about them selves and find myself to be a helping kind individual inside. Inside I find many likings that I express different ways. Acquire bits and pieces of everything in here and that would be my dictionary definition. Take me for who I am because that is the definition of Danny Lang!
I completely agree with Emily R. when she states “I don't think words are always the best way to describe someone. I think you have to learn how people react to different scenarios and situations that they are faced with, as well as pay attention to the minute details that make them up.” This is so true because I don’t think anyone can be summed up in words. And I have grown to know Emily for a little while and she is a pretty amazing person!
Hmm…myself. Just yesterday I told Dave how much I HATE talking about myself. I was writing thank you notes to my family. What do you tell people who honestly mean nothing to you besides the fact that you share the same blood? Like Becca said, I automatically told them about cheerleading and school and other activities. I didn’t tell them what I’m like as a person (which I could do because they sure as heck don’t know). And there’s a reason for that. Defining yourself is one of the hardest things you can do.
Sometimes I think other people know me better than myself. Sure, I can be funny. I can be a smart butt, and not always at the right times. I can be negative and angry. I can be upbeat and energetic. There are so many different aspects to myself that it’s difficult to list, or even know, them all. I guess in a nutshell (no Dave, I’m not quoting Austin Powers) I’m a genuine person who wants everyone around me to be happy. I try my hardest to make people laugh. I’m sensitive and I get upset really easily. Sometimes I take things too personally. Okay, I guess this isn’t really in a nutshell. I’m afraid of change and losing people I love and sometimes that gets in the way of how I express myself. I can be competitive when I want, just like Em. Especially in gym class when we want to be volleyball champs. Let me just say, we pwned those n00bs.
My family has shaped me in so many ways. You don’t know me until you know my family. They account for the way I act and feel 99% of the time. I blame them for me acting more like a mom than a friend sometimes. I also blame them for the way my mind works. I just asked my little sister how she would define me and she said, “Hairy balls on a stick.” See what I mean? We’re all like that though. I’m comfortable with who I am though. Sometimes I can be insecure, just like every other kid in the world. Sometimes I let other people influence me more than they should. But hey, I’ve learned from it. I wanted to leave everyone with some words of wisdom…but I don’t really have any. Just love yourself and then people will love you too.
I must say that this blog has to be the hardest yet. I am only a teenager and I don't know who I am. I am growing and becoming more mature as time goes on so who I am can constantly change. But is that right? Can the "true you" honestly change? People see me as the happy, bubbly, smiley Erin Hall, but only a few people have seen the other side of me. The not confident, angry, and frustrated side of me has only been unleashed to my parents and brother and I think one time to Becca, if she wants to count that. To me, I am too young to know who I am. I know my personality traits and the activities, but they only have a small influence to who you are. I agree with Becca when she said that school activities and such only occupy your time, they don't define you. The things around you help mold you into who you "truly are."
I have grown up in a house with my parents and two brothers. In school, I have always gotten good grades and had a lot of friends. My friends and family have had negative, but mainly positive, effects on me. I am not a bad kid. I have never been grounded a day in my life, I don't do drugs, I have only drank a couple times, and I'm not pregnant. I don't "act cool" to fit in. I make my own decisions and I am strong enough to let nobody push me to do anything I don't want to. I have been "molded" into a good person. So I guess that is how you can define me. I'm simply a good person. Nothing more, nothing less. Experience has a lot to do with who you are. If bad things happen to you, you could choose to make your life better and that way, you could change who you are. Many factors change the real you and to define myself in a simple definition is, at the moment, almost impossible. My life is changing and I experience new things everyday, so the real me will come along. It's there, I know it is, but I haven't had enough of a life to fully define myself.
no megan this would be you in a nutshell. "Help! I'm in a nutshell! How did I get into this bloody great big nutshell? What kind of shell has a nut like this?"
Niah Grimes is simply awesome! But seriously she’s very complex. She can make negative look positive and bitchy look pleasant. She’s charming and silly yet deep and sensitive. And of course I know her better than anyone. Now she isn’t perfect, she sometimes refers to herself as a beautiful disaster because she is so imperfect she makes it look perfect. She can be completely unreasonable, opinionated, unpredictable, moody, and you won’t catch her with out an attitude. Not only is she personable and fun she can be serious as well. Independent is her middle name and weird is her last.Whatever she sets out to do is done. If you can’t see now why she is so awesome you must be blind Niah Grimes makes her flaws look like positives and her attributes only add to her natural glow.
Writing in third person really allowed me to define myself as an outsider looking in, and though it was very comical I really do mean a lot of what I said without being as cocky of course. Like what I said about the complex part, I am only because I encompass so many things that conflict with one another. Never have a meet a positive pessimist yet I am one. And I am the most independent un-independent person I know. It was really hard for me to define myself because I do think highly of my self and I recognize my flaws which makes me an even better person. Not to say that I’m proud of them of course not but I am who I am which is the very complex unreasonable independent weird silly and unforgettable Niah Shaylin Grimes.
***flaws include: selfishness, bossiness, meanness
James Wilkes. Everyone has their own definition for that name, but truly none of them matter, at least not to me. But I do take into consideration what other people think and I might overlook at times. I am an outgoing, nice, loving person. Sometimes I can be even too loving for my own and others' good. People hate to see me being almost too caring. In fact I think being compassionate is my best quality; for sports, school, and especially people. But when I am compassionate for people, that's when people are hurt, jealous, or push away. Now there aren't just all flowers and brightness to me, there's a down/dark side to me as well. First, I have so much potential to do well in school, but I don't ever try. I always end up doing just enough to get by. I can be very short, impatient, jealous, and just altogether a mean person. On the opposite side, I'm very good at helping people out and giving advice. The problem is I can't follow my own advice, even if I know it's the right thing to do. I think I’m a very easy person to get along with, and also a very easy person to like. The thing I hate about myself is, I hurt people with that quality. Everyone hurts people, but I feel like I let people down a lot. Also when I get mad, I say some really harsh things I regret saying later; I can be almost bi-polar sometimes too: going from happy to angry to sad, back to angry and so on. My friends would ask if I’m pregnant, but come on, I use protection.
I agree with EmRow, that you cannot define a person simply by words. That’s what makes life interesting, though. If we were all defined (like my body ;-D) life would be boring and uneventful because we would know what would occur next. Life is fun being undefined, so why try to define ourselves and others?
If we somehow had the ability to strip away all labels and stereotypes given to us by people, all the things that supposedly “define” us- the cheerleader, the artsy person, the goth, etc.- and even forget about all of our achievements- straight A’s, best basketball player, flawless writer- what would be left?
At school, I am constantly surrounded by strangers. Sure, I may know their names and a few random things about them, but that’s it. The same goes for them, I’m sure. It’s inevitable to give them a label- something that seems fit to characterize their personality. But the truth is, I do not really know them and they do not really know me. What we see is a mere reflection off of who they are deep down, beneath the layers and layers of worthless categorizations.
I am often overwhelmed by the fact that not many people actually know who I am. And so, I will desperately attempt to define myself:
Emily Anne Capille- A girl with bigger things on her mind than petty gossip and the latest trends. She tends to think way too much before she speaks. Although she may seem uptight a lot, this is a common misconception of people that don’t know her very well. Emily does, however, have trouble expressing her emotions adequately, which may be why this misconception is made. She says things that may seem strange and sometimes don’t make sense until explained. She tries to pay attention to things in life that generally get overlooked and is a firm believer that it is the little things that count. She is peaceful and determined. Deep inside, Emily is an adventurer ready to explore the world.
I tried my best to define myself, but honestly it was harder than I thought it would be (not mention that I wrote in third person, which was weird). Although I know loads more about myself than say two years ago, I know that there is still more to be found out, and I can’t wait to discover it all. As I said before, there are only a few other people that I believe really know who I am. Truthfully, I think Emily Mehler could have defined me better. My mom, dad, and boyfriend are among the others that really understand me.
Who are we? The answer comes easy to some of us like Niah, and is being uncovered more and more as the years pass for people like Erin and I. I think that upon exploring this question in depth we will discover how very much alike we all are, while simultaneously realizing how diverse our personalities are. We all share some of the same fears, hopes, and dreams, and each of us possess unforgettable quirks that make us, well, us. :)
Hmm…I have to say that hard person to describe. First of all, she’s completely random, she’s wild and aggressive at home and around her Vietnamese friends outside of school and in school she’s described as a quite, timid, nice girl. Now which of definition really fits her? Like Megan she hates talking about herself and she thinks it’s annoying in a way.
Since Rosy has two totally different personality, I will give her two definition, one for school and one for out of school. In school, Rosy is a quite girl who yearns to open up more but is too afraid of being rejected. She wants to impress others but is never confident enough to believe that she can. Rosy is lazy for herself but when it comes to helping others with a project she tries her best for them. Rosy is never her true ultimate self in school, but she tries her best to be more like herself at home. You can always find Rosy in the library even during lunch because she doesn’t talk much in the cafeteria. Rosy is very self conscience about herself at school and always needs a friend behind her back even if she says she doesn’t need them. She wants to have fun but feels as though people may criticize her for being herself, therefore she doesn’t talk as much as the next person would.
Now at home, Rosy can be a bit aggressive. Whenever she’s around her Vietnamese friends, she’s always the tomboy who would play even rougher than the boys. Rosy is more confident, outgoing and fun at home, she would sing loudly and dance around like a maniac. She loves debating with her sisters and she loves learning new tricks each day. Rosy is wacky and always gets herself into trouble. She’s energetic and friendly and is very neat and keeps the house clean. You can always find her cleaning the house, taking a long nap, singing and dancing in her room, or even fighting someone for fun. She loves to go to amusement parks and starring at the sky during a starry night.
Rosy’s family has helped her shape up to be the person that she is right now. They have been strict on her and taught her the things that she knows. Rosy grew up to be religious and strong in her beliefs and has very strong pride in her culture. She was also raised up as a independent girl and has been taught her American ways by her friends in school.
Michelle Martinez- Well, that’s a mouthful isn’t it? Uhm, It’s actually really hard for me to sit here and define myself because although it may not come off, if you walk into the room and looked around you probably couldn’t tell that I’m the most insecure person in that room. I try to hide behind big words, big books, and sometimes outlandish behavior. It’s really funny that Dave wrote how not knowing who you are leads to problems and acting out of character. My teachers don’t know me to be the one to lash out at them over a cell phone, my mom doesn’t know me to jump out of windows to hang out with friends at 2am, and I don’t know myself to not be that “go get’er” girl and finish all my work with finesse, but it’s really hard to make the right decisions for yourself when you don’t know yourself, you don’t know why, you don’t know why you do the things you do and then all the why questions burning holes through your brain aren’t getting answered, or they don’t get answered until you make the wrong decisions; making you question your self integrity and affecting relationships with everyone around you. Beyond rituals, hobbies, virtues, academic achievements and job titles I think I contradict myself every single day. I have a set moral standard for myself that is so completely different from my parents yet I feel pressured to live up to their standards every day. AP Economics is my favorite subject because it’s the only thing I feel like I do well in. I hate school, but I love more than anything in this world to learn. I like the feeling I get after I tell someone how I feel, but getting “there” is like climbing a mountain for me. “There” being that security and reassurance I gain before I tell anybody anything. I can be so many things all at once.
If I could I would go back to the exact time where I felt the slightest bit confused about who I was I’d immediately think of something else ‘cuz I feel like right now I’m blindly going down a path, and I don’t even know if it’s the right one. I think people think they know who I am, but I’m the only person who can really tell anybody about me. On a more positive side I know that I’m hungry for successes. That’s my drive for a things greater.
Oh gosh. This, for me, is actually a really hard question. Like Megan, I HATE talking about myself! But, I guess if I get the chance to try to tell people who I really am, its kind of worth it, because I think the only people who really do know are the people closest to me, not those who know me from the distance.
Sometimes I'm not too sure actually. I don't really know who I am, but I know it’s not exactly who I was. I can see and feel myself changing so much.
I know I'm a nice person, sometimes too nice. Jo usually tells me that I let people take advantage of that, so I guess I'm a bit of a push over, but not as much as before. A lot of people take my niceness and smiling as me being "fake." But that is the last thing I am, this I know about myself for sure. It used to really matter to me what people thought about me, but lately it doesn't bother me as much. I actually used to cry when people talked about me. Now I just take their negativity with a grain of salt, or just not like them back. But I won't be fake towards them if I don't.
I'm someone interested in music and reading, but mostly reading about personal conflicts and how people deal with them. This is almost the only time I have to myself, and I enjoy it. But I like the company of others a lot more. My family and friends mean the world to me.
As I'm writing this, I actually asked my mom, dad, called my brothers, and talked to my friends, asking all of them who the heck I was. I struggle with the question a lot. I know what I like, I know what makes me happy, but all in all, I don’t know why.
Who I am, I believe, depends upon the circumstance. I'm helpful, adaptable, sometimes shy, other times outgoing. I'm lively, too introspective, critical about myself, and sometimes too sensitive. But, I'm changing every day.
and, I would like to say, I enjoyed Dave's reference to Austin Powers. ahha
At times I feel as though I know exactly who I am. And other times I question the person I am and who I’m underneath all the labels. Sure I’m a “good” kid, a musician, a shop-aholic, girly girl, a good student, big sister. But what am I under all that. How do I define myself? I’m not sure that I can even completely answer that, but I think I may have a pretty good idea. I don’t think many people know the real me, as I’m not really sure I completely know the real me but here we go.
Brittany Schmidt. Well, anyone that truly knows me knows that I worry way too much. I like things to know what’s going on at all times and am very much a planner. I need to know what the plan is and then make a back up plan just in case. I’m also very indecisive. I can not make a decision to save my life. I like to think out all possibilities thoroughly out before making a decision, but once I make that decision it is hard to change my mind. Therefore I’m not such an advocate of change. Once I have a plan I need it to stay that way, last minute things that come up that change my plans around bug me. I like to think that I am a good friend. I love listening and helping whenever I can and I’m trustworthy. I’m a very hardworking student although I definitely go through my times of not wanting to do anything. I’m very aware of the future and think about my goals and aspirations everyday. I’m also very sarcastic, sometimes too much for my own good. When I’m mad I can’t stand being around people and usually like to isolate myself with my thoughts. At times I get overwhelmed with everything going on in my head and have the occasional day of me just sorting things out. That’s the way I deal with stress I guess: compartmentalize my life, the things I need to do, the people that I need to see, and most of all, PLAN! When I start to stress, I plan. I make a list of what I need to do in what order and get them accomplished. I feel a weird sense of accomplishment when I can check off things that I’ve done and keep moving. Many times I take the responsible role when I’m with friends, just because that’s the way I am. I feel like I’m very mature for my age and find myself getting very agitated with people that act immature. I try not to get myself caught up in the high school drama or stupid teenage things. I have a very high respect for myself which I think comes most from my family who have very much made me who I am today. Their influence has been forced on me since day one and I guess I couldn’t really help but be like them. Many traits I have resemble those of my parents and that is a good thing. Overall, I like being happy, true happiness not the fake smile kind. I would do anything to make those people I care about happy because that brings me happiness.
I completely agree with Dave when he says, “Many people’s personality is hidden behind their own wall. What you think about someone is probably not the entire picture. There is a lot to a person that many people do not see.” This is SO true! And I think that by doing this blog we are all finding this out in our own way. Our perceptions of people, while they may be true sometimes, really mean nothing to the true character of a person, they are merely a hobby they enjoy. I guess after doing this blog I’ve realized that your hobbies or your virtues or your accomplishments or labels aren’t your true self. They don’t have anything to do with the true person you are and I think it’s interesting how many of us define ourselves as someone based on our normal conversational pieces like things in school or activities, like Megan mentions.
Honestly, I think that everyone already pretty much knows who I really am as a person and what I stand for. I know not many people can say that, but I really think most people do (unless they think I'm a complete bitch all of the time which I don't think I am. Or I try really hard not to be.)
Ever since my mother went into labor while I was on the beach (true story), it's completely shaped me into who I am. I am the biggest summer/surf freak in the entire world and I think everyone knows that about me (yeah, the shell necklaces that I wear all of the time give it away. But just a little.) But me loving summer isn't as simple as just wearing shell necklaces, it's skin deep. There's no happier feeling in the world for me than to be lifeguarding on the beach and watching the water all day, or paddling out on glassy ocean. I'm always talking about something summer/surfing/beach patrol related, and if people think I'm a freak or too obsessed, then I think I'm fine with that. Personality wise, I have my quirks. I have a laughing problem most of the time. A drawback to that is that sometimes I don't know what to do or how to act in serious situations. I'm a really, really positive person. That's why Em Brill and I are best friends. I have to say that I love her sarcastic self 100% of the time. Our personalities just balance each other out. I am NOT a quitter (as those of you heard from my OP.) I can honestly say I will never quit something in my life, no matter how much I hate it, if I think it will benefit me in the long run. It's impossible for me to hold grudges. I actually hate that, because whenever my mom and I get into fights, even when I tell myself over and over again that what she did was backstabbing and wrong, I'll still end up coming out of my room and talking to her, 10 minutes later. I think that's about it. On a final note as Row was getting at, a lot of times actions speak louder than words, but you shouldn't judge people on just one action.
Mister Carlton is my name. Although I am called Blake that is not anywhere near my name. Blake is what you call my when you see me walking through the hallways during school hours. Mister Carlton thought is an entirely different beast. I don’t come off when you first meet me as smart or talented or anything. That is true I am not the smartest person or the fastest person or the most talented person. I don’t even consider myself anywhere the top of any field. I’m not stupid cause I’m average but the only problem with average is that you not doing good but also you aren’t doing bad. You can basically define Mister Carlton as someone who is willing to try anything but is not guaranteeing to like it.
I would like to comment on Galli i like how he has a different vision of himsef than everyone elses of him and he will always think of himself as himself and not as what people think of him and that gives me a large respect for him.
They only know what they see, they only know what they hear but do they know the real me? That’s the question I tend to ask myself when people are being judgmental towards the character I portray to the outside world. They possibly couldn’t know me because I don’t know me. I’m just like you I’m trying to take my time and get to know me. I know some of you or maybe most of you are sure who you are and can define your self as easy as 1-2-3 but for me its a lot harder. It’s a question I always think about but yet I haven’t found the answer. I can tell you some of the aspects of my character such as that I’m the type that likes to makes others laugh, I’m a very forgiving person and sometimes people use that to there advantage but that’s just my character. I have a lot going on but I just cover it up with a smile like most of us do.
One thing I know for sure is that I was put on the earth to do great things with my life. I’m on the move and I don’t want to lose what I want to prove which is everything I expect myself to be which of course is successful and happy. I know the only person that can help me fulfill these dreams are me.
People are put into many different scenario’s, like what Emrow stated, and they act differently in each one of them. How can someone describe how they are in twenty different scenarios and have their peers understand, it just isn’t realistic.
Felicia Graumann is funny, competitive, a good listener, always hungry, anxious, overly helpful (some cases good, others…not so much), caring, athletic, trustworthy, respectful, spoiled, lovable, picky, sarcastic, dramatic (only to get my point of view across to the parents), hyper, someone who wants to be loved, emotional, short tempered, someone that cares what people think of her (which I really need to change), not self-confident, easily persuaded by peers to do things for them, gullible (sometimes), not optimistic, not good at dealing with different situations, crazy cool, always looking for a way to make a situation enjoyable.
There are people who believe they know who I am, but in all reality, how could they? I’m different around one group of friends then I am around the other group of friends. Sure, people may see me in a period of time and just base their judgments off of what they think they see. I hate, bloody hate, how people can think they are just so good that they can judge who the heck they want. My best friend knows me, and I think I could write this blog for her and she’d have no problem with what I write. Gary knows me; he is the only guy that really knows me. He could probably add more to the list above, but that’s not the point. All in all, I wish the people that think they know me really know me and not just know me from passing. We all have those days where we can be in that mood where everyone gets on your nerves and if someone bases their opinion off of that one bad meeting then what gives them the right to say that, “Oh, she is a witch, why would anyone be friends with her.”
I don’t know why people didn’t like this blog, it made me really, really, think and examine myself (which I despise doing). This is a good way to start this new year off.
Who I am? I’m a girl that’s going crazy trying to figure out who she will become. I’m a girl whose future controls her present. I hate thinking that someone’s past controls who they are or who they will become. I hate thinking that someone’s future pressures them into re-thinking who they are and who they will become. But then there’s me. Trying to live life in the present and enjoy it, but honestly for me that’s impossible because I always feel pressured to do more, try more, add more, achieve more. I am NOT an overachiever. I am just a really determined person with a growing interest in a million different things that never wants to stop wanting. I WANT to feel pressured. I WANT to stay afterschool as late as possible. I WANT to barely have any sleep. I WANT to jump from club to club. I WANT to be able to list a billion things I’m involved in. it’s hard to admit all that to myself because everyday I am complaining to my mom that I’m so stressed, I’m so tired, I’m so drained but I’m not at all! Those feelings are what I live for. If I went to bed at night I didn’t have anything to add to my endless list of things to do the next day I would not be able to sleep. It sounds ridiculous and I’m seriously not lying. I NEED all of this craziness in my life. That’s what is shaping me into who I am. At this point in my life I can’t say who I am but I can say all of the pressure and hopes, goals, wishes, and fears of my future are making me into the person I am. So who I am? I am a girl who is still figuring that out; who will never truly know until everything she will ever want out of her lifetime is reached. My past is me. My future is me. My present is one big To-Do list that just keeps growing.
Listing traits that I possess for some reason doesn’t make me feel like I am describing myself at all. I’m too complex for words to limit my personality or lifestyle. One thing is for sure; I am a leader- a leader who still needs to be led.
I know many people in their blogs said their parents are basically the only people who know them I I agree. I feel like, regardless of how close I am to my sister or even my closest friends, like Kim whose been there forever, my mom is the only person who does know me…even when I still don’t. everyone around me is always saying, “you can do it! You can do anything you put your mind to! You got this! The sky is the limit!” But in all seriousness, aside from dreams and high goals, which as I’ve said I live for, you can’t do anything and yes, this sounds horrible and such a down poor on everyone’s little fantasy parade but you can push yourself to the limit and become crushed. Fortunately, this point has not been reached, and I never want it to be, but I feel like my mom is the only one in my life who wants me to do everything I want to but still keep me far enough from that limit. She tells me it’s okay to not do everything. It’s alright to not be in every single club. It’s okay to just lay down and have a few hours of nothingness. I know I’m completely babbling about thoughts you probably can’t even follow, but that is how my mind works. It’s all over the place. I am all over the place. Honestly, this blog is even just another thing to cross off the list and it’s sad because I even feel rushed to just throw all my thoughts out of my mind as fast as possible and switch gears to the next thing but that’s the only way I can function. It’s not sane, but it’s me.
I guess after alllllllllllllllllll this, I kinda do have a slight definition of who I am at this point in my life.
I am: a complex, crazy, rushed, pressured, determined, curious, almost greedy kind of girl. Wow. Being me doesn’t sound to fun but the best part about that is that I LOVE who I have been and who I am becoming and my life could not get any more perfect……….but it can! And it will! =)
This is such a difficult question for me to answer. Most of the time I define myself by everything I do, but I don’t know what to say when I have to strip all my hobbies and accomplishments away from who I am. I have never just sat back and thought about who Rachel Carlson actually is. This question is complicated for me because people look at me as the athlete, who did 100 reps in gym class today with the bar, or the smart girl, who is top in her class. But looking at these accomplishments I have shows my traits that really define me. The hardest part about this question is I agree with Megan, I think other people know me better than I know myself. I am sure if this question was asked towards one of my close friends, they would be able to describe me better than I could describe myself.
Rachel Carlson. I don’t know where to begin to describe myself, but maybe that’s just it, I am indecisive. I can never make decisions without the help of someone else’s advice or without my brother telling me what to do. I am not indecisive about all things though; when I have feelings towards something I want to succeed at I work as hard as I possibly can to accomplish my goals. I put passion behind most things I do. As seen through sports and school, I do not like failure but I can accept it if I do lose. I have a strong competitive personality. After reading Joanna’s blog, she wrote about her positive attitude and how she laughs all the time. Well, outside of my competitive personality, I am a positive, happy-go-lucky person, and who laughs a lot. I show compassion towards people, I love the people who are closed to me. I love my family and I love my friends. I would do anything for the people I love.
After writing this paragraph about me, I believe the definition of myself in just words is passionate, compassionate, preserving, determined, positive, competitive, trustworthy, and indecisive.
I agree with Emrow and James i think that the reason why this blog was so hard was because you can't just define a person with words. I know while defining myself my thoughts were jumping around and I couldn't put in words the exact defnition of myself.
Deanna [dee-ann-uhh] –noun
1. trustworthy and loyal; true friend
2. impatient about a lot of things; strives for what she wants
3. outgoing; loves social interactions between people; the life of the party
4. quick temper and strong attitude
5. happy and thankful; loves life
The list can go on for ever and ever of definitions describing me. Anyone can make their own definition of me because everyone has different point of views and perspectives of what they see me as. I believe I know myself very well. I know my strong points and weaknesses, my good characteristics and my faults but also that know one really knows everything about me inside and out like I do. Inside I am very much like the person that I portray myself as to other people. When I do things, they are usually from the heart. Sometimes I act without thinking, but that is just part of my personality and what makes me who I am. I look at relationships with other people as additions to what I already am. People influence me to make decisions but in the end, it is what I want. I do not know why people let others shape their definitions of who they are. Life is too short to be what anyone else wants you to be. I feel like I have an advantage over most people when it comes to knowing yourself. I think this is so because I can accept my faults and love who I am.. Joanna’s first paragraph: “Honestly, I think that everyone already pretty much knows who I really am as a person and what I stand for. I know not many people can say that, but I really think most people do (unless they think I'm a complete bitch all of the time which I don't think I am. Or I try really hard not to be.)” word for word is completely how I feel about other people’s definitions of me. She could not have summed it up any better. Some people do not think my personality is as good as I think it is. Everyone can make their own opinion. I think that negative perspectives that people have of me are because of judgments they make before they really know me. A lot of people say I that when I walk around, I look mean. That is a perfect example of how they way people look like influence how other people perceive them. I am usually not mean and hardly ever snap at someone for no reason but these are things that people may think when they see me. It takes a special person to know who they really are but I think that I am close. My friends know me very well because I am not afraid to voice who I am. I am not scared of opinions and I accept who I am.
So I’m sitting at home today because I had to “stay home with my dog.” He’s fine, though. I have to give him a pill every once in a while, but he doesn’t notice the surgery. And he doesn’t have a cone. But finally I sat down and read through people’s responses. Leslie’s popped out to me. She hates people who live in the past and all who she is is defined by her future. Her here and now is consumed with activities that although she may say she doesn’t like, she really does. The tired, hectic days of her life are what she lives for. And so do I. But her future dictates her life while my present consumes mine. I say learn from your past, plan for the future, and live for your present. I might have stolen that, but I truly think that can help define who I am. And honestly, I really don’t know. People have described their personality, their goals, their downfalls, and their masks. And I couldn’t think of anything else to write because I knew I would get stuck early on and I read Rachel’s response and I laughed because I knew she would write something exactly like that. HA.
I have a set of ground rules for almost everything. My life is dictated by them. And I also understand myself and my situations, but I truly can’t define myself. I don’t think that we really should. I have not lived enough life, in my opinion, to know exactly who I am. But I do know that I am very indecisive, or when I am decisive I worry about my decision. And it’s already happening with this blog because I can’t answer his question. I would love to just say I’m like Rosy who is shyer at school and fully herself at home. But I don’t think I’m ever my real self in any set circumstance. I have a very short temper at times and at others I can have the greatest patience in the world. And recently people have told me that I’m mean and short-tempered. Because I am; and I don’t mind. I’m worse than a girl with how my mood swings from one state to another and it never stays the same. A lot of the times I’m laid back, apathetic toward a lot of things, polite and nice, helpful, and other things that you can see. But it always changes, daily, sometimes even hourly. I’m always struggling with how I should act. But like I said, I have a very short temper and I can get very easily annoyed, at times. And just ask Rachel or Felicia, I’m a jerk. But I never want to be, I’m just a reserved person all the time whether it shows or not. I struggle everyday to be social because I honestly would not mind to just learn and read and never talk. But I know that I can’t be that way. Especially since I care about others’ lives. I used to be my sister’s “slave” when I was younger. I did everything around the house because my sister didn’t. I would always help my dad if he needed any. I have always felt like I need to help people regardless of my situation. So I always feel compelled to do so. In fifth grade I read this one verse about Jesus not coming to be served but to serve. And that’s what I try to do.
So I guess I could define myself as a struggle, between staying to myself and helping others. But both sides usually lose and everything just blows up in my face - sometimes literally if you give me gasoline. But still, I don’t completely agree with that…
When I thought about my friends and who I am to them, I realized that they don't know who I truely am. The Meghan they know is fun and outgoing, sweet and innocent, and always smiling and laughing. She's friendly and caring, down-to-earth and real. The part of me they know and see and love is the only part of me I want them to know. I'm not sure I'd have the same friends if they knew who I really am. I'm competitive and self-motivated. I'd rather be by myself than with a group. I'm extremely quiet and shy. I'm mature and goal-oriented. I'm loyal, sometimes too loyal. I do the right thing over the fun, easy thing. I'm unsensitive and emotionally unattached. I'm observant of people and I'm judgemental. I would even say I'm uptight. I lack confidence in my physical appearance.
I don't always like who I am. Actually, I wouldn't like the real me if I was someone else. I would never want to be friends with the real me, but I wouldn't have it any other way. However, recently I've become unselfish and emotionally attached. I have even become less shy and more confident. Maybe it's because of the whole boyfriend thing; he's making me become soft and sensitive inside. Hopefully it's a good thing... to change for the better.
I DISAGREE with everybody saying that other people don't know the real them and the person they are. I think they do. The people who you surround yourself with know who you are, they might not know the full you, but they know at least a part of you if not more. Most of the time they recognize something in you that connects with what is in them. Just like that old saying "you are who your friends are". One of my closest friends has an attitude sometimes worse then mine. It's part of who she is. Her new friend said that when he asked about her to other people they said she had an attitude. The point is people know. My mom and even Mrs.Bunje know me better than myself sometimes, and a lot of people are saying that people don't know them and get all defensive because they probably don't like the person they are. PEOPLE DO KNOW!
I can go on talking about anything for hours, but when it comes to talking about myself, I freeze. I love to learn about others and see the true person behind their exterior, but I don’t quite know who I am. I’ll start off by saying I worry to much about the future and whether or not I am making the right choices.
Kimberle Michelle Watt. Hmm.. Most people would probably say I am quiet, but I actually talk for hours or at least until I realize no one is listening anymore. I am a usually a laid back person. I do my best to steer clear of drama. I am very kind, and I forgive very easily... sometimes too easily. And even though I’m sweet I do not let people walk all over me. I am a hard worker and if I put my mind to something, I know I can reach my goal. I don’t care as much about what other people say about me as I used to. I can be lazy, but when I want to be I am determined. I try my best to be optimistic and always see the glass half full. I make the best out of the situations I am, but sometimes tend to complain. I don’t like expressing my feelings. I don’t hold grudges. I am a good friend, and rather have a few close friends than a bunch of acquaintances. I tend to put the ones I love and care about before myself. I sometimes try too much to please others instead of myself. I trust people until they lie to me. I don’t like being lied to; I try my best not to lie. I am someone a person can trust. I enjoy doing things people tell me I can not. I am a big procrastinator. I don't like giving excuses. I can be emotional, even though I do not always let it show. I’m pretty smart. I read a lot, just for fun… it helps me escape my problems. I will try anything else just to have the experience. I don't regret much and try not to get too caught up in the past. And that is Kimberle Michelle Watt.
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I agree with Niah i think that people who you are around everyday that actually take the time out to get to know you know you. I'm sure if anybody can accurately say people don't know them.
Courtney Tomasello: (kort nee tomm uh sell oh): (n.)
Courtney Tomasello is an amazingly beautiful, wonderfully wonderful kind of person. She is who everyone wants to be. She leads the perfect life, has no enemies, and has the body of a super model. She is the very embodiment of perfection. Did I mention beautiful?
OK. Obviously that's not the definition of me. But what is? How could I provide an example?
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Well, I'm not like anyone else I know; that's for sure.
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(sigh)
Alright. Here goes.
No turning back.
Any minute now.
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OK. Courtney Tomasello is an amazingly beautiful, wonderfully wonderful kind of person...
...who really doesn't want to answer this question.
Because the truth is, I don't want you to know the answer. I don't want my teacher to know, I don't want my friends to know, I don't want my Mom to know. I don't want my church to know. I don't even want to know. Because the definition of Courtney Tomasello can really be summed up in one word. One simple word that can mean so much. One word that almost never comes up when you think of me. When you see me talking, or telling jokes, or wiping the tears off my face from laughing so hard, or describing how much I love horses, or groaning when I remember that I have to go to Italian after 204, or drawing cartoons of all my teachers, you'd never suspect that the real definition of Courtney Marie Sophia Tomasello is...
This is a really hard question for me to answer, I generally don't like talking about myself even superficial things like my hobbies and interests, talking about who I am really that's even harder. Who is Mike Townley? Well he can be rather lazy, and he's defiantly a procrastinator. He also can be a little shy and thinks that somehow talking about himself in the third person will somehow make this easier.
I never thought that it would be this difficult to define myself. I have no clue what to write. I'm not really sure how I would define myself. Like Megan said, it's definitely easier for someone else to describe me than for me to describe myself. I think I am a certain way but people tell me i'm not that way at all. It's confusing sometimes. But, since the objective of this blog is to describe myself, that's what I am going to do.
To start, my name is Nicholas Jiolio Michael Cincotti. I am shy. I'm getting better at not being so shy, but still I am shy nonetheless. Sometimes I can come across as being a jerk, which in some cases I am. I try not to be but I joke around a lot which makes me seem that way. When I play sports, especially soccer, I'm the one of the biggest a** holes out there. I do a lot of cheap things but that's the way the game is played. At least in my eyes. But, off the field, deep down in my soul, I'm nice. Sometimes being nice causes me to become a pushover. I don't stand up for myself enough. I get walked all over sometimes, but I'm non confrontational so i don't retaliate usually. So, it's somewhat my own fault. But, there's a certain point where I start to stand up for myself and people are like, "Nick, what's gotten into you?" But in reality, I'm just defending myself. I think that's about all I have to say about myself.I'm pretty sure I forgot some things but I can't think of them at the moment.
I don't think people know me. All they know is that I'm quiet. Whoop di doo. Just because I'm quiet doesn't make me weird. I think I'm more weird when I talk. I'm not good at initiating conversations, so if you don't talk to me, I probably won't talk to you. Not because I don't want to, but because I'm terrible at starting conversations. I'm not good at breaking the ice. But once I start talking, I don't stop. I don't know, I'm weird. Oh well, I guess that's it for me. Also my dinner is ready. Overall, I know my self; some people know me; but many people don't.
I actually had been thinking about similar things a week ago. When Mikey and I first looked at the blog at mock trial, I felt like I understood it (at least the first part) right away, while Mikey said that you only were what you did. I think there are 2 sides to this. Someone who you see all the time may know all of the things you do. They know I'm an AP student, do band, hang out with those people, etc. But really knowing someone, knowing how they'd feel about something, how they see themselves, etc, doesn't require knowing their daily schedules. If my mom didn't know any of the things I did in school, I would still say that she understood me. It's kind of bothered m lately that people thing they know all they need to know about me because they know some of the things I do or am a part of. Yet, I couldn't expect them to understand how I feel about any of those things, or why I do them. Sure, I have tons of family and friends and other people who know about me, but I think the only people that come close to knowing fully who I am are me, my mom and possibly a best friend or two. What Dave said about the girl on Made fits in with this-all the kids at school knew the things she did, but all of them were surprised when they found out who she really was.
Giving yourself a definition is even harder than defining love, and I'm afraid of what we'll have to define next. I think I'm like Rosy that I act quite differently at home and at school. At school I'm just tired or bored or stressed or I just feel uncomfortable or alone.
Ok. So. Laina is probably crazy, and she either thinks too much or too little about the things she says. She works hard and is motivated, by what, she doesn't know. She finds humor in a lot of things, and can also find the good in people. She's caring, and shy until she gets to know someone, which can take a long time. She usually isn't very confident and afraid to boldly tell her opinions and ideas. She doesn't make sense, but she loves laughing and talking (although she doesn't like talking about superficial things)and she likes Gary's chihuahua.
Who am I really? I have to admit, I wonder this all the time and to be honest I don’t have a damn clue. I guess it would be safe to first think about how others think of me. Mrs. Bunje, remember when we filled out those cards with our impressions of people on them? Well once we got them back I ended up keeping mine on the nightstand next to my bed for a month or two. In fact, the only reason I don’t have it anymore is that my brother was coming home one weekend and not knowing what it was my mom threw it out in her mad rush to tidy up. I was going to preface that sentence with unfortunately, but I realized that if I did still have that card I might have gone crazy by now. You see, when I read through that card I always seemed to just breeze past all of the positives on that card, in fact I don’t think I can remember a single one of the positives to this day. I do remember the negatives. I can even recall the general sweeping look of the lettering used to mark down the words loud and self-centered. The first one, loud, I can’t deny. My decibel range has always tended to be inordinately high. I’ve always had trouble with the so called “6 inches voice.” Self-centered though just seems to be one of those words I simply cannot get out of my mind since I was first handed that card. Now that I think about the card now I remember now that one of the positives was “confident.” “Yeah confident my ass,” I remember thinking to myself, “if I were so confident why the hell is this whole experience making me so self-conscious right now.” I guess self-conscious is a word that definitely take part in defining it. While most people don’t realize it, I’ve never really been particularly confident in myself. I’ve just never seen myself as being the sort of guy who can win out in the end, and be a real success. Quite often I feel like the best career for me in the future would be a hermit, at least that way there is absolutely no pressure that I have to succeed. Living this culture, I just get this constant nagging feeling that I’m simply, well, not good enough. So we have self-conscious. I guess I can throw loud in there too because its definitely true. God, I feel so whiny right now. I feel way too much like one person I know, I guess I’ll call him Mr. Green. I’ve gotta make sure that doesn’t happen. Mrs. Bunje if I ever begin writing the words “love” and “alone” as “loooooooooooooooooooooooooove” and “alooooooooooooooooooooooooooooone,” could you please either make sure I go to a mental institution or do me a favor and shoot me in the face. While I’ve been writing this, I’ve come up with some more words I think describe me. Discontent. Wants something more. Can never let go. Confused. Lost. Sometimes I feel like a blind man who’s dog just got run over in the highway. I know there’s probably stuff I’m missing but I think I have a generally accurate definition of myself, or at least how I feel right now.
Jon Henry: (N) will decide his own life, something worse passing on, if nothing else will be free, tired of worrying about what other people think of him, wants more but doesn’t know what or how to get it, needs to find out who he really is if it’s the last thing he does.
Christine Patricia Scannell: wow, my name actually seems really long written down. Well anyway, I honestly think that a lot of people know me and who I am. Yes, of course, as most of us have said, only our parents and maybe our friends, the people who are the closest to us, really know us inside and out. This is totally true. I know a lot of people in school and outside of it and they know that I’m a nice person who’ll pretty much do anything for anybody, but they may not know every little thing about me. And I am completely okay with that because, honestly, do you really want someone you barely know to come up to you and know everything about you? No, not so much. So, I just realized I have been incessantly rambling about knowing each other for quite a large paragraph, mainly because I don’t want to write about myself. As Alli and Megan don’t like to, writing about myself isn’t one of my strong points or something I like to do. See, the AP Langers reading this already know one more thing about me. But anyway, me. Who am I? I think I have a pretty good idea, but writing it down seems hard. I am the stereotypical AP student: works hard, does a lot of homework, doesn’t sleep too much, and is always busy in tons of activities. I completely agree with Leslie on this one. I love being involved in as much as I can. I know that I spend tons of my time in Oakcrest whether it is for school or for tennis or student council or junior class or a football game or a wrestling match or a play or anything. I am usually here at least one night a week staying through for something or coming back for a game. And I love it to death. Some people don’t really understand what could compel a person to not leave a school from 7:00 in the morning until 8:00 at night. I don’t really have an answer. I just love our school besides the obvious downfalls like no air conditioning, smelly bathrooms, and the slowest people on the Earth in the hallway. I love it because I figure that if I have to spend 4 years somewhere, I might as well try and take some pride in it. That basically all was said, because a lot of me revolves around my school. I am here for me to get an education and have fun. Part of me is giving back, like we do for student council. And part of me is doing whatever I can for everyone, whenever possible. If you know me, or at least have met me, you should probably know this. There are a few people you could ask that would definitely say that I am a pushover and I do way too much for other people. They’re probably right. But I don’t care. I do as much as I can all the time whether it is to volunteer to help with something, or help people with their homework, go wait in line with them at lunch, fill up a water bottle, go do errands. It is those little things that I do that makes up most of me because it makes me happy to see other people happy. Yeah, that may sound sappy, but so what? Another thing about me is that, also as most people know, I am super organized. Like Brittany, planning and knowing what is coming is important to me. My tracker basically runs my life because I know everything that I have to do a lot sooner than I need to so I can plan around it. Ironically, I tend to procrastinate. I love to read cheesy chick-lit novels that are of no good in life other than being those knock-it-out-in-three-hours-because-it’s-only-about-two-teenagers-falling-in-love-at-a-summer-camp types of books. I love being with my friends because it just makes me happier than being alone. I am usually a happy person and if I’m in a bad mood, sometimes you’ll know it and sometimes you won’t. It just depends on if I feel like showing that I’m mad or sad that day. I’m a girly girl who obviously adores pink because as I am typing this in Word first, I changed the font color to pink because I knew I would have to look at the screen for a while. Obsessed, I know I am, so you can just accept it. I have. I’m a trustworthy and dependable person. I’m responsible and organized. I’m a social and fun person. Above all, I’m considered the mom of my group of friends. I have everything from pens to band-aids, to nail files to tide-to-go, to a stapler (not in my purse) to a water bottle. I basically have most things that people don’t usually carry and am known for being depended on for these things. I was once told, which I consider a very concise and on-the-point definition of myself, that “Basically if we got stuck in Oakcrest for a week, we could live off having Christine with us.” And I have grown accustomed to realizing it might be true. Sorry that this was an insanely long blog, I just didn’t think leaving something out would be able to cover everything about me. And I don’t think I can add a summed up version of myself at the end like other people, so I won’t.
Oh, and I just want to add that I loved how Emrow, James, Niah, and whoever else quoted this said that the real definition of a person can’t be defined in words. I do believe that it takes a whole lot more to define a person such as their reactions to situations, their feelings, and what they do when you’re around them. The vernacular of even the most proficient speaker could not provide an accurate definition of anyone.
There is one last thing. I asked my sister to define me since I got the idea from Megan. And she said, and I quote, “Christine is a very annoying, freakishly organized, sometimes weird, like a second mom, can be OCD-ish, shopaholic who loves pink way too much.” With the exception of the annoying part, I probably couldn’t have said it better myself =)
For most of my classmates and friends, I would probably be described as a funny, outgoing, smart, cheddar cheesy fellow. Over the past three years that I have attended Oakcrest High School, people have sort of expected me to always be that kinda weird funny person. But don't get me wrong. I greatly enjoy being that person. I love to make people laugh, especially if they're feeling down, and I actually listen when people talk to me because people like to talk to someone who will listen. I do my best to live by the saying "you only live once." I go outside to play soccer, run, or just lay on the hammock and think. Because what's the point of living if you can't enjoy it?
However, there is also another side to Jake Taylor. When I'm at home, I'm a very relaxed person (for the most part), who will, like other teenagers, get frustrated with his family members at times or just want to wind down and be serious.
I guess I'm what you would call a "lover" and not a "fighter".
So, here's my definition, I guess.
Jake Taylor - n. - 1. A pretty sensitive guy, who cares about all people and their opinions, no matter who they are. Does his best to satisfy his peers and elders, not to mention himself. A Taurus, which basically sums him up; 2. Cheesy
P.S. - My post sounds like I'm applying for a dating service
After reading everyone else's blogs, I thought I'd add something. I just realized that what makes us who we are isn't our "personality". It's our imperfections. It makes us quirky, unique in our own way, and in the end makes us realize that we don't need to change for anyone. I was reading Leslie's blog and as many things as she's involved in, she's not over powered by them and loves that feelings of always being rushed or pressured. It's made her who she is even if being pressured isn't exactly a positive thing. I think that we all need a little negative in our lives so we can see that we can handle it and we'll live through it. That's what makes us stronger and overall a better, experienced person.
Fuck. I don't know who I am. How can I possibly define myself when I don't include my accomplishments as a high school student, my talents and my passions? The simple answer: I can't. So I don't know who I am, but does that make me a bad person? I don't think so.
There are 6,602,224,175 on earth and when your past and present don't define you, another way is to look into the future. And your future consists of your life goals. For example, one of my goals in life is to revolutionize the way humans interact with computers. That goal, for better or for worse, changes society in some way. To have a goal in life is key to answers the question, "Who am I?" Let me explain why.
I remember the closing lines of V for Vendetta. "He was Edmond Dantès and he was my father and my mother, my brother, my friend. He was you and me. He was all of us." The man behind the Guy Fawkes mask, V, represented an idea that changed the world, or so it did in the movie. My theory on all of this is that your identity as a person is represented by your idea to change the world, to give something back to humanity. Because really, why else are you here on this planet? Why are you alive? And why not do something worthwhile with your time here? Take the concept of the Guy Fawkes mask and reverse it. Your idea represents you as a person. Your idea can be your goals, and we all have goals. Now the question doesn't seem so hard to answer.
In a way, my definition is similar to Leslie's...
If your future defines your present, then your goals are what define you. You are involved in A MILLION activities because maybe you want to get into a good college so that you can study to become whatever you desire and then give back to society. That is your goal. And it represents who you are as a person.
These blogs keep on getting harder and harder. Oy vay!
Being almost halfway through our junior year in high school, we have lived a decent life. Through about 16 or 17 years, we have grown, both inside and outside ourselves. To ask the question, “Who are you, truly?” at a time where our lives, opinions, preferences, and personalities are in a constant state of flux is a daunting task to complete. Here is my go at it:
Caitlin Holly Mauk (noun):
1. is trying to figure out her life
2. is nothing without the parameters Ms. Bunje set in the blog directions
3. slightly depressed at the fact that she can not come up with ways to define herself besides stating that she is a dedicated and motivated AP student, who wants to get into a great college and change the world, or something along those lines.
Courtney said because Ms. Bunje said to write my name on a paper and write whatever comes to mind. Whatever comes to mind tends to be along the lines of “passionate, motivated, intense and argumentative”.
One major definition I could definitively say about myself is that I am a young women who is struggling to define herself and her place in the world.
Like Laina said, defining yourself is A LOT harder than defining love. Maybe this is because we tend to define ourselves by the things we love.
I asked a few people today how they would define me. My BFF Courtney Sherman defined me as “driven and passionate, which sometimes comes off as a little hard, but you are just a few steps ahead of everyone, so sometimes they don’t understand” Most people said similar things about me. I know I come off as a little abrasive at sometimes, but that’s how I live and I guess that has a lot to do with my definition of myself.
A good way I believe to find out who really KNOWS who you are is to play a game called “Apples to Apples”. It is a word association game where, in order to win, you have to truly know they judge in order for them to pick you to win. Having played the game about 15 times within the past two weeks, I can confidently say that Courtney knows me (obviously), and so do Gary and Laina.
BTW. I loved Mikey’s V for Vendetta comparison. It made my day. “Remember, remember, the 5th of November”. =)
I am a relatively self-aware person. I was looking forward to writing this blog because I'm comfortable with who I am, but now that I'm starting it, I'm not sure where to begin. This morning, actually, I was thinking about the blog and I had it all written out in my head, but now I feel rather sick and blahh and the words have exited my mind, so I'm probably going to have to do this systematically, even though I generally hate that. I'll start by telling what I know. I like to consider myeslf a funny person. I talk loudly and often, love words, my close friends who know me as well as I know myself, eating, English, cats, life goals, horses (most of the time), the thought of college, MUSIC, doing what I want, books, really well written articles, the computer, and honestly, countless other things too myriad to mention. However, I don't think I am defined by the things I love. I am defined by the person I know that I am. I'm sarcastic, often bitingly so, can be cynical, and had an awkward childhood. To be honest, I think having such an awkward childhood helped me discover the person I am. I've always known, really, but it helped me come into my own. I'm still awkward. I'm not going to lie. But it isn't nearly as painful as my childhood was. Think about your awkward childhood. Got it? Now multiply it by INFINITY and that was mine. Seriously. I'm complex and very insightful, I like to think. It's hard to define myself in words, honestly, though I like to think of myself as fairly deft with my words. I love being busy, as Leslie said in her entry. I love rushing around and having too much to do and having a full life. I'm generally pretty laid back, though I get overexcited when I'm talking. I like to live my life loud - music, laughter, sound, motion.
I'm sorry this wasn't more well-written or insightful; truly, I am, but despite the fact it is 7:30 I feel like collapsing.
Also, Jo balances me out with her positivity as a complement to my sarcasm. I couldn't imagine life without her. And I love that. :)
I think, therefore I am.
-Rene Descartes
I’m on the phone with my BFF Caitlin right now, so I thought it fitting to ask her what she thinks about me, because who else knows me better?
Caitlin: “You are very cute, but not just in appearances. Everything you do has a cute and artsy touch to it. And you’re willing to go with the flow, but if I really believe in something, you’ll fight for it in your little cute voice. Kind of like Jennifer Morrison in the first season of House.”
Ms. Bunje told me last week that I think too much, and that’s very true. I’ve thought about this blog for three days now.
That’s beside the point though, so why did I bother putting those things in here? I know inside that they’re both true, and they came from people that know enough about me to reflect some light on the matter. However, I’ve not been able to find that elusive loophole in this question. Who am I really? I could plant my feet firmly on a pulpit and describe myself to you easily. Everything that I’d have to say, of course, would be superfluous to the blog because I’ve been completely molded by experience and beliefs that I’ve gathered for myself. Do I feel shallow because my life is based solely on daily routine and activities? Not at all.
I have concluded that I am nothing without my likes and dislikes, my virtues, and such material things like friends, family, books, etc. Blah blah. During the past three days, I’ve felt like a diaphanous being floating through a dream. This blog has sucked everything out of me. Who am I? I am nothing. No, scratch that. I have been left with ghosts of situations that I’ve tried to hide. Am I an illusion of something happy and bubbly because I don’t wish to dwell on depressing sentiments?
…yes and no. I am a happy girl, but not completely. I would be a happy rock if that were the case. I am a happy sponge. I absorb all sorts of things; it just so happens that the gloomy ones have been lost in the shadows of my dark corners. I think that I’ve merely reached a point in my life where I have to search those dark corners.
I think, I think, I think…
I think.
Ms. Bunje was right, yet again. I do think too much. Oh well. That’s life.
That’s Courtney.
Emily Mehler(noun)- The pricipal of the School of the Incarnation. Haha that's according to google.
After I read this blog, I made sure to ask the three people that I thought really know me, who I was.
My best friend, Emily Capille, said that I was kindhearted, friendly, and reasonable.
My boyfriend, Aaron, said that I was intelligent, talkative, I love to help other people, and that I have good communication skills.
My mother, who has known me the longest said a personable, intelligent, human being, teenager with direction, friendly, outgoing, focused in school but still have the ability to enjoy myself.
But who do I think I am? I am a teenaged girl that always tends to get confused about what I feel. I always try make decisions that will please everyone, or the majority of people, around me. I don't like to get caught up in most of the pettiness I witness other teenaged girls participating in because in the long run, I know that it will not matter. I have always had a set goal, and if I don't have a deadline for something, I won't get it done. I tend to always be optimistic. When someone comes to me after having a horrible day, I find one loophole in there to make them feel better. I over react to alot of situations, and that gets on my nerves, and probably everyone elses. I can not say no. If someone asks me to do something, I have a very hard time telling them I can't. This tends to get me in a lot of sticky situations. Family is the most important thing for me. I put my family before my work, my friends (sometimes), and sometimes even my schoolwork, but thats very rarely.
So Webster wants a definition. Here's the best I could come up with:
Emily Mehler (noun)- confused, emotional, young female that doens't do enough for herself, determined, and optimistic.
Defining and knowing yourself seems to be the most difficult task throughout the journey of life. I know that it is for me, anyway. Honestly, I don't even know myself let alone anyone else knowing me. I believe that I have a solid idea of the person that I am and the person that I plan on becoming. However, we all know that life throws us curve balls which alter the people that we are and the places that we end up. As for this very moment, though, I am fine with admitting I am not exactly sure of who I truly am and what I really want in life. And if there is one person in this world that knows me better than anyone else that I have ever met, it is my best friend/cousin Lauren. My parents know me, and my sister does too. Not nearly as good as Lauren does, though. She can practically read my mind, and she does most of the time. She knows everything I love and hate, everything I say and want to say...just everything about me and more.
So, about who I really am. People view me as a stuck-up prep most of the time. They see me as a quiet-sometimes and crazy-others typical teeanage girl. Most people tell me i'm confident, sometimes even too confident. I know that people see me as the girl that freaks out if one strand of hair is out of place or there is one little wrinkle in my shirt, and to an extent, that is kind of true. But, there is so much more to me than this image that I portray to my peers on a daily basis, and truthfully, I don't think very many people will ever get to know the real Danielle. In that case, i'm never one to worry about what anyone else thinks. When people say that i'm confident, I will be the first to admit that it is completely true. If i can say the one thing I love most about myself, it would be the fact that I always hold my head high and keep my confidence level at 110%. I am a wise and determined girl, and if i want something to get done, I WILL do it. I want to be a person that will change the world one day. Not necessarily find a medical cure, but something that I know I worked hard on in order to make the world a little bit of a better place.
I know that this doesn't even come close to the correct definition of me, but it's worth a try. In so many words, Danielle Marie Cappelluti: Confident,shy at times & outgoing at others,not very open,trustworthy,wise,not forgiving,believes to be right a large percent of the time,ungrateful on occassion,high standards,too materialistic,sensitive,and sometimes has a lack of perseverence.
Beyond this deifnition, I think that i can honestly say I try my hardest each day to be a better person. I know that nobody knows who I really am, because not even I do. However, I take other people's views and how I view myself and constantly challenge my bad to become good and my good to become great.
Beyond names, job titles, academic accomplishments, labels given by myself and friends, traits, hobbies, and virtues, I’m a complex living organism composed of cells which contain 65-90% water by weight. On an elemental level, I’m composed of 65% oxygen, 18% carbon, 10% hydrogen, 3% nitrogen, 1.5% calcium, 1% phosphorous, and 1.5% other elements. But surely the great introspective philosophical Ms. Bunje wouldn’t want to know this trivial data which could be found in any biology or chemistry book. No, that wouldn’t suit her at all. She is without a doubt in search of the true Joecamp both mentally and emotionally, not chemically or physically. Never one to disappoint, I’ll give all readers of this blog a wonderful insight into the true Joseph Henry Camp, not the one they think they know.
If my name were ever to appear in a dictionary the entry would be quite short. First of all, my name would be there and following it would be the pronunciation and the word “noun”. After the formalities, would be the simple one word definition for Joecamp. What is this definition you ask? Well that is quite easy; the definition would be “indefinable.” Some of you skeptics out there may be saying, “How can something be indefinable? That just impossible, words are meant to be defined.” To those people, I have just two questions: How could a language with only one word for love ever adequately define a living-breathing, multiple-dimensional human being such as me? Would words ever be able to do justice to a person as complicated and deceiving as me, with as many layers as me, and as slightly deranged as me? I think not. No word or combination of could ever come close to truly defining me and all of my brilliance and splendor.
Surely this piece alone speaks volumes for whom I am without directly saying anything; my personality and character are sprinkled throughout as underlying tone, diction, syntax and all those other lovely little literary terms. So I shall not bother to elucidate myself any further, for that would be a regrettable mishandling of my precious time, the one commodity of which I have very little.
Nearly forgotten I have to comment on the blog of another. So I shall address my good friend Emily Rheault. Emily, I too am a sarcastic individual, as this so called blog will surely express, but that is not what I would like to address. I simply wanted to say that I agree with you when you claim, that words are hardly ever the best way of communicating the true essence of a living breathing person.
This could quite possibly be the most difficult blog response for us yet my dear Ms. Bunje, but still nonetheless awesome like everything else you do! So here is what I believe to be the definition for Peter Robert D’Amico.
Peter Robert D’Amico- Possibly one of the complex beings on the face of this earth. This is not to say that he is the most brilliant, or greatest person, just very complex. He has feelings just as any other being may have, both physical feelings, and emotional feelings, and is capable of processing multiple tasks such as talk to a friend and think about what he wants to eat for lunch.
However on a serious note, it can be very difficult to figure out the true you. It may sound difficult to understand but many people probably don’t realize who they truly are until later in their life. Their may be rudely awakened by the fact that they were hiding behind their face as someone else. So as I am writing this, I may not even realize whether or not what I am saying is true. Yet her I go anyway.
Pete is one of those people who don’t worry too much about the problems he is faced with. The fact that stress is bad for people is something that runs through his mind constantly so he makes sure to live life in a calm fashion. He allows himself to deal with his problems in a logical manner, and instead of panicking he manages to keep himself calm. Also Pete is quite a sarcastic fellow, and is almost never serious. This is a tactic that he uses in order to keep himself and the people around him in a happy mood. He was raised to be polite, and that is exactly what he is, especially to women. Sure he might seem rude to people, but it is always in a jokingly way. He would never go out of his way to try and make someone fell bad about themselves intentionally, he is more of the motivational, caring type who will help anyone in any situation as best as he can. Another thing is that Peter can be a very awkward person at times and say things that may seem uncomfortable, but don’t worry, you can be open with him cause he is someone anyone can tell anything to, without him thinking any less of you. His belief is that, his hair is connected to his heart, and being sad is never good, always be happy! Also let your feelings out because if you keep them in you cannot be truly happy. He is sexually secure with himself and will have no problem acting gay in front of large groups of people, because he does not worry about what other people think. He is also lovable.
After writing all of this, I think I explained myself as best as possible without looking at social status, hobbies, and traits. I think I looked into myself quite well, and am glad to let other people know how I think of myself. As many others have said, it can be easier for others to describe me then for me to describe myself. Wait....actually, now that I think about it, even thought it may seem easier, they may not know the TRUE me so I guess that means it really isn’t too much easier
Darrell Johnson? Who is that kid? Where did he come from? What does he do? All these questions came to mind when I first read the blog. Then I starting thinking of all the things that I thought I would describe myself as. Smart, funny, sociable, personable, reliable, trustworthy, and clever, just to name a few. Then I started thinking are those things the same way my friends would describe me? Yes, for the most part. I do not believe in hiding who you are or masking your emotions for someone, because it is not being true to yourself. If you feel something for some reason, go with it, and find out what needs to happen. Anyway the people who are close to me and really know me would most likely say I am real down to earth and easy to talk to, approach, and get along with. I tell my friends the way it is, straight up, only because I know it will help them out in the long run.
But there are more qualities to me than one might think. It is pretty difficult to transcribe what is going on in my head into words right now, but I am doing my best. It seems as if my friends really do know me. They can see when I am in a bad mood and know what to say, or if to just leave me alone. They can also tell when I am in a different mood, as defined on myspace, and know how to joke around or even talk to me. I am a 17 year old junior in high school, just trying to have fun and do well. I think the biggest part of me is the way I see myself and my school surroundings.
Over the past few years I have seen many things at the oak, but the one constant seems to be the attitude. The attitude of my friends, acquaintances, and even people that I don’t know. That very attitude is the one that makes me want to achieve things that have never been done from a person in my situation before. To me I get the feeling that no one wants to transcend the barriers of Oakcrest. I definitely don’t feel this way with my AP buddies and teachers, but in sports, and just hanging around, nobody cares. To me, that is what sets me apart from everybody. I care. I want to do great. I want to do that thing that my whole family tells me I can’t. I use that as motivation and a kick in the ass to keep me on track. Maybe its just my weird personality, but that is who I am. The friendly, funny, smart kid who wants to go somewhere in life, and prove to all those that I couldn’t.
So in a nutshell, that’s who I am. I love sports, people, and having fun. I tend to be on the sarcastic side and a bit cynical of people. I care about other people and hate hurting people’s feelings. Everyone is unique, and we have been hearing that since 1st grade. But in response to EmRows blog, I don’t think that the negatives outweigh the positives. She thinks that people always remember you for the bad things. I disagree. Not always. I think that sometimes people dwell on the bad things to the point where they force a person to be defined by them. However those how learn from their mistakes only better their selves. In conclusion:
Darrell: n. sociable, personable, funny, clever, competitive, understanding, sensitive, and the capacity to understand the situations of those around you, including friends, family, and others.
I have no idea who people think I am, but I’m not all that bothered by that fact either. I’d like to think that I’m viewed as...actually, I don’t even care anymore. People can think of me anyway they’d like. I don’t require the approval of them now, and I will barely even know them 5 years from now. So, why does it matter? I try to be nice to everyone, because that’s just how I do, not because I want to be liked by everyone.
I’m having a little bit of a tough time trying to answer the ‘Who Am I” question with these restrictions, though. I understand that labels are not who I am, but the traits I have, I think, have a lot to do with who I am. I’ll try not to go there though.
Truth is I don’t really know for sure everything about myself. I’m only 16, how much could I possibly know about myself? I can only say things I’ve learned from experiences. I am a patient person, with people I don’t know. If I know you, I’m not going to put up with as much before I tell you exactly what you’re doing that’s bothering me. I am also more forgiving of people I don’t know. I think it’s that way because if I don’t know you I can’t really expect that much of you. I have put myself back together after being broken, and because of that experience I know I am strong. I am self-determined. If I know what I want I’ll do everything I can to get it. I’m one of the few people that can keep a secret. I can keep one with myself and I can keep one I am told, without running to tell even one more person. I’m sensitive and I cry when I watch A Baby Story on TLC. Actually, I cry during most sad moments on TV. I am empathetic, and sympathetic, but I don’t approve of having excuses for everything. I don’t even know if this is what I was supposed to do. But, that’s who I am when I try to define it...at age 16. I need more time to answer that question...call me when I’m 30, Bunje.
And EmRow...Thanks for quoting me. Hahaha Just a word of advice. I’m all for honesty, dear. But, sometimes it’s not completely necessary or worth it to be 100% honest all the time. You can be with me though. I can take it. P4L. <33 hhaahah
My internet was having so problems for like twenty minutes and it kept talking about cookies whatever they are and after exiting out and then reopening my internet my computer finally got over it self. But anyway the blog
Kylie: a naturally good hearted person tries to do for others as much as she does for herself; a huge procrastinator but when she gets into the swing of thing she has a good work ethic; short tempered and that’s one of her worst qualities; quite a looker if I say so myself; talented overly sensitive at times and also very affectionate; a little lazy at times and likes to do things at her own pace; understanding; supportive; doesn’t take any poo poo from anyone; tries to be optimistic in most situations but in some cases her short temper can get in the way and its not long before she is screaming; hard worker and even though she is a flawed person has many good traits.
I think I could keep going on and on about myself because as much as I think I know myself to the T. there are many things I have yet to discover or better yet admit about myself. When you ask do others know me the answer to that is heck no. People think they know a lot about me but in reality they only know the person they see around. For starters I am so much less friendly to people I know and people I don’t then my friends are I don’t know why I’m like that I just am. My friends will speak to everyone but me on the other hand I will just shoot them a smile. I try to keep to myself and only have a small amount of people I actually call my friends. Most people I look at them as acquaintances and people that I do not plan on taking with me through my life. I mean pass high school years your probably will not see a lot of these people again and then recognize them or remember their names. People know me by what rumors are spread around about me for the most part. Girls sometimes hate me when it comes to guys they think I’m sleeping with when I’m not. Not to keep bringing up my friends but I don’t think we have been recognized as just one person since 8th grade. You will never see any of us out with out at least one of the others so whatever connotations my friends have whether or not that’s me is not left for me to decide. I would like to think that people view me exactly as I view myself but this is not a perfect world and not everyone is going to perceive you as what you are for example sitting in front of Emrow for almost six weeks I think she is a girl who is on the inside of everyone circle and has the potential to be very powerful if she decided to spill the beans on everyone it may even cause a riot of some sort. Then I have Megan who sits beside me she is very quiet to me and has a good girl image that I don’t think she’ll ever shed but that’s probably how they view themselves.
I have been struggling with the question of who I am for months. I am not one of those people who can just look inside myself easily and see exactly who I am. It took me days to actually get to the point where I could think clearly and look inside myself. To tell you the truth, I was scared of what I would see when I looked at who I am. I was scared to death of the truth. I knew I was not going to like all of what I saw, and I didn't want to have to accept the bad things. But now, after I figured most of it out, I'm okay. Alright, now on to the definition of me.
Hannah Frances Johnson: I’m a fun, outgoing person who likes to listen to others. I also try to make everyone happy all the time. It bothers me tremendously when people are mad or upset with me. I’m more judgmental than I should be. I am easily swayed by other’s opinions. I overly analyze everything. I’m way too self-conscious for my own good. I’ve been told I wear my heart on my sleeve, which can be good or bad. I let people shape me too much, and I’m easily manipulated and pushed over. I care so much about my family and friends. I worry about everything. I’m short-tempered when someone pushes my buttons too far. I argue to the death. I am obsessive-compulsive about random things. I always want to get on people’s good side. I’m always stressed. I’m trustworthy, caring, and nurturing. I’ve been told that I’m like a mom sometimes. I’m intellectual, and not organized. I talk to myself frequently. I’m mature most of the time. I’m also the world’s biggest procrastinator. I am unsure of myself all the time. I am very serious and sensitive. I take life and the relationships I have with people very seriously. I truly love the world. I want to know everything about it, all the cultures, languages, history, and character of all the people and countries in the world. I’m an old soul. My mom says I was mature the day I was born. Being the oldest of four kids has a lot to do with it. I’m always taking care of my younger siblings. I’m a compassionate person, and I like to help people to the best of my ability. I have a sense of respect for people older than me, because I know they have gone through things that I have yet to experience. I also respect people’s opinions and thoughts and try not to be judgmental about them. And finally, I am in love with music. It is one of the biggest parts of my life, and I cannot live without it.
I agree with Niah because I think people know who I am. I have gotten better definitions of myself from other people than I have figured out myself. My friends know me truly, at least some of them. And there are other people who know me as well, including my parents and various other adults who I see on a daily basis. However, we need to accept what other people tell us and actually apply them to our lives for them to be true.
Also agreeing with Emily, No one can fully be expressed through words. There are idiosyncrasies and different traits that simply don't have names, and we could write and entire new dictionary finding words and defining all of them. Every person's life in this class, and all over the world, no matter how boring, melodramatic, or bland it may seem, is important. Defining ourselves completely would probably take all of us writing a novel to be completely satisfied, and that's a good thing. It means we have substance. We're all here for a purpose, and though some people may not have found that purpose yet (let's face it, we're all 16 or 17 years old and haven't fully experienced life yet), our day will come. : )
Wayne Andrew Cain- the kid with a rhyming name, the hair flipper, the amateur golfer, snowboarder, the kid who knows how to enjoy life although he sometimes over does it. He can do what he wants, when he puts his mind to it. He is emotional and does have feelings, but does not show them so that people do not judge him. He is a lover, not a fighter who puts his family ahead of everything else.
The above would be the entry that would be put into the dictionary for me. I am actually an emotional person, but I try really hard to not let them show. If you ask my very close friends, they have seen that side from time to time, but I found out to make it in this society it is better to not let everyone in. I really do not always try which is a problem I know, but I am trying to be honest with myself now.
I have told you how I feel about myself, but I know people think differently of me. I couldn’t tell you exactly what would be said, but I know it would have to be something like about me partying or something. The negative things are always shown first over the positives, but I’m learning to let that go and move on with my life. I liked what Caitlin m said about trying to find herself and her place in the world because I believe at this stage in our life’s that’s what we are all trying to do.
okay..now that i've read some peoples blogs and "got to actually know them for the first time" lol...i have a few little comments..
one- Courtney T. you are beautiful!!! hah your first definition wasn't a lie..if i were to desribe you i'd say your the type of person who chooses humor over drama and i love that!!
next, Jake..you are "cheddar cheesy" =)...and cheez-its are my favorite food!
Niah and Jo, i completly see where your coming from how people do know who you are but i just think theres so much more to a person than that person even knows on their own. eventhough you think you've got yourself pretty much figured out, i bet there's a whole other side to you, you havent even met yet..
and Danielle..we always have conversations about how people view you and how you actually are and i know best because before freshman year i did lable you, i did think you were stuck up, i did think all of those things....and then, i actually reallllly met you..and now you are one of my closest friends so don't let others' perceptions of you make you think any differently about yourself
and last but not least..kim..i wanted to read yours and see if i even knew who you are and for the most part i really do. i agreed with everything you said about yourself except i still feel like theres more to you that you try to hard to just hide from others, not me but just people in general and i'm not saying you purposely keep all your feelings or thoughts to yourself but i'm just saying that i honestly think i know the real you and i think you should try to let others get to know you even better too because you're actually even better than you described yourself to be..
It is hard to truly see the real person when only given a mere forty-five minutes of time each day. The fact that every person's routine is personal and contain parts where no eyes can see, people are not represented truly. With my routines, and daily rituals, in a dramatic sense, nobody knows who I am. Unless a freakish stalking fetish is within, how could they know? Packing the future into seven hours and twenty minutes doesn't allow many insight on fellow students. Yes there are exceptions, best friends, boy friends, girl friends, ect... but who has time to investigate the inner person of the surroundng? Nothing more would delight me than to find someone who gave up their futuristic ideals for a day to investigate my daily rituals and "philosophies".
Your faith crisis Ms. Bunje, is something that I have gone through. Finding "yourself" is something of greatness equivelant to the holy grail. With ignorance blinding many of the people we are supposed to count on for answers, there are limited ways to find yourself. I have found myself, a collection of pholosophies and morals that have defined me. I spend much of my time alone, with the exception of a few dear friends, I ponder alone. Inside? pandora's box, filled with interest wait to be opened. Compassion, greater than words. From the outside, my silent approach to things, the corner sitter if you must, I seem like a rock, rejecting any tradition of high school socialization. In reality, I obsorb almost everything, my ears are constantly open. While students around mingle, I listen, not in a weird ease dropping way, but enough to learn. My opinions don't fit into the conversations, so I listen. This is something that helps relate who I am to the common persona and helps dig deep for what I am.
Jon Miller- Silent Buddhist,closet politician, loving of the atmosphere that surrounds, people and all, idealist, high hopes that the puzzle will be solved. One who absorbs what ever come his way.
The first thing that I read on Darrels was his definition and I took it from there. Darrel is my neighbor so I get a few glimpse of his routine but even within close proximity, I know very little about him. Darrel talks about attitude and his especially, I have only seen little of this, and with his explainations have learned more.
I hate that others judge me. I hate what they think, if it is not positive. Wait, we JUST learned about saying the word love and hate in class, so let me re-phrase what I am trying to say. When someone thinks of me negatively, I do not like it. Others do not know me at all, for the most part, not even my very own mother. My father probably knows me the least and that is what I do not like about our relationship. He knows the "little Amber." He doesn't know the "Ambuler", the "Bunny", the Ber, the Bermin, the anything, only the "little Amber." He makes me want to hide it from him. This may seem off topic, however, I just need to vent on this subject when we come to the point of who really KNOWS me KNOWS me. (REPETITION FOR EFFECT!) I truly believe, wholeheartedly that my father does not want to know the real me. I try to show him and be real, but it seems like he just turns me down. Never has he said that to my face, it's just that the stuff he says is like he wants me to be perfect. Does he not realize that no one is perfect? It's terrible that he makes me feel ashamed of myself without noticing it. Whenever we talk, he constantly reminds me of the things that I better not ever do, and I feel ashamed of myself sometimes because the damage is already done. The constant reminder of hearing him want me to be perfect makes me close up immediately. In this entire world, there are only two people in the world that know me like that. AJ and myself. It may sound so "typical", but whatever, "typical" is the truth. By knowing me for a year and a half, it's funny to know that he knows me better than anyone else. So, my father, someone who has known me since my head, full of silky dark hair, came out of my mother's womb, doesn't know me nearly as much as AJ does. This leads me to a conclusion: it doesn't matter how long you have known a person, you still may never know them. You have to allow someone to get to know you and I allowed AJ to get to know the true Amber. Amber is emotional when it comes to something or someone she cares about, a bitch to other bitches and a friend to other friends. But no, let’s go deeper. Amber is a cry baby. But why? She is in touch with her feelings. Amber is a diva when she likes what she's wearing, and a beauty, I may add. Amber talks about people and most times doesn't care because of her opinioned mind. At times she can be lazy and she's critical when it comes to herself. Amber is a great listener and sometimes keeps her opinions inside to prevent hurt feelings. She is loving and helpful. Honestly, she has a great heart. Without thinking, she can be disrespectful, and goes with the flow of things unless it's not her flow. She's opinioned but open minded. Amber is a constant worrier and this can bring pessimistic ideas, although she's an optimistic girl for the most part. She loves any great fashion, no matter the brand. She also loves God and tries to involve him in her life, not enough though. To top this all off, she is giving. She is me. I love that I am so giving, but I also love when others give to me. I love myself, no matter what a soul on Earth has to say. Also, when referring myself to my nicknames, I know that my names do not make me. My names are just used to categorize my personality; flaws and all. I’m Amber, that’s who I am. What does Amber mean you ask? The writing above perfectly describes the perfect answer to that. I realize what I need to work on, and by the time I'm 30, the definition of me will hopefully all stay the same. All except the negative. With all this, I can help myself in the most positive way.
Devon Shanker. She’s a girl, cute, about 5’6, brown hair, green eyes, and has big boots**. She plays soccer and loves to shop. She is pretty smart and very outgoing. She is also very LOUD and most of the times annoying and obnoxious, though she never seems to care. She is defiantly a flirt and is always found with a guy.
This here is a broad description of what most people think of me. So when you ask whether people know who I am, well they do. They know the basic knowledge that everyone single person can find out with a snap of a finger. But in reality they don’t really know me. Now there are different levels that different people in my life are on. These levels represent parts of me and yes there are numerous parts. To start off with, my parents. They know some things that I seem to not even know but when it comes to my social life and some of my actions they are oblivious. I would tell them I would because known of it is bad but it just feels weird telling them. Now then comes my boyfriend. Well we have only been going out for six months so he is not really far up on the charts as far as knowing me but that will change over time. He knows me on a level of emotions and thoughts and can tell exactly what I am thinking by my facial expressions or my tone of voice. Now my best friend Felicia could probably write a book about me as I could probably do the same for her. We get along very well because of our family backgrounds and because we grew up together.
Yes all of these people know something different and view me differently as a part of their lives but quite honestly, what they think does not matter. I am who I am and that will never change, not for anyone. Yes sometimes ok most of the times my personality changes and I adapt to my surroundings but in the end I am the same girl. I am very emotional and have huge mood swings and I know that, I can full on admit that. I am comfortable and very content with who I am and who I will become. I feel no need to change that.
Devon Schenker: (verb) hehe. I am ME. I am someone who will never be fully understood. I am all of the above. I am Indefinable.
Devon, you are a verb. No doubt.
Who am I really? Most people know me as the swimming obsessed girl who can be very quiet. But if you ask a lot of my close friends they would probably say I am outgoing and obnoxious at times. Stubborn would probably be another one of the first things that come to mind. I admit I am stubborn. When I want something I don’t stop till I get it so I guess you can say I’m determined too. As I have been thinking about this blog all week I haven’t really been able to come up with a definitive answer as to whom exactly jeannie weaver is. When I was couch bound over the weekend, not able to move, I watched some movies and one of them was the nanny diaries. The movie was basically about a girl who was trying to find herself. Some people are content at just going about their life without knowing exactly who they are, while others can’t rest until they find exactly who they are. I think every time I encounter am obstacle and overcome it, it makes me a little more of who I am. Every time anyone overcomes something that is particularly difficult in life it forms them as a person. Back to the nature vs nurture debate, you are made into the person you become, and you are not born that way. So how would I define jeannie weaver? Well I would say that I am many things and it is hard to pinpoint exactly who I am yet, but if I had to name a few things I would say that I am generally optimistic, stubborn, outgoing, enthusiastic, loving, temperamental at times, witty, sarcastic, can be spontaneous, as well as many other things. There are only a few people in this world who really know who I am, and sometimes I think they know me better than I know myself.
in response to joe camp, i completely agree with him when he said "How could a language with only one word for love ever adequately define a living-breathing, multiple-dimensional human being such as me?" it is really hard to define a person.
I really don't know who I am. I don't think my post relayed what I was trying to say at all. I can't define myself yet.
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