On 12-03-2015 at approximately 1745 hours I Officer Hildebrand, Officer Patrick Sullivan and Sgt. Joseph Harris were dispatched to 630 N D St. for report of an assault in progress. While en route Dispatch notified me saying the male individual assaulting the victim was Kevin Meyer. I had dealt with Kevin Meyer earlier in my shift. While driving East on West Gallatin I spotted Kevin 's pickup headed West on Gallatin.…
Who am I? That is a very deep question. I think the only way I can answer that truthfully is by saying, I do not know exactly who I am, but I know who I want to become. I want to become a well rounded individual, someone who everyone likes and looks up too. I want to be someone my family can be proud of.…
“Describing myself” At first, this task seemed really easy. Who knows me better than me, myself? “Piece of cake”, I thought. Obviously, I was wrong.…
“Shes coming back right?” a baffled 7 year old asks in response to the appalling news of her mother’s death. A vibrant imagination is accompanied by a crushing pain of reality that trails behind it ; I discovered this when I heard the words “no” . 10 years later, that conversation lingers in my head and holds not a cacophonous nor euphonious sound, but instead holds the neutral tone of reality, an alarm . As routine , at 6a.m., I hear a melodious alarm followed by the pitter-patter of my aunt who is getting ready for work.…
When I think about the boy who I was growing up, the young adult I am today, and the man I plan to be in the forthcoming years, one aspect of my life stands out to me far more radiantly than anything else: my culture, my skin, my identity as a Bangladeshi-American. There aren't many clubs or organization for Bangladeshi Americans such as myself. Make no mistake, there are certainly events for Bangladeshis living in the United states, many that I have attended due to various entreaties from my parents. These are event where the only language spoken is one that I barely speak (Bengali), the only music conversed about is that which I don't listen to or understand, and the only events discussed happen in another country that I have spent only a…
Who am I? For some people the answer to this question is simple. They are able to answer this question without much thought. However, while some find solace and pride in answering this thought provoking question, it has always stirred in me a feeling of angst and confusion. These uncomfortable feelings emerged because of my interracial background and upbringing.…
People are dynamic and ever changing through time based on their different experiences. We all share this fluidity in our personalities by the way we see ourselves and the way the world perceives us. This is called our identity. Our identity is everything that makes us different and what ties us together in groups, clubs or even countries. I see myself as a very dedicated person.…
Alex He Mrs.Sheller LA IV Honors September 29, 2016 Transforming My Identity In 7th grade, a classmate sitting with the cool kids told the table that all East Asians were either really hot or really ugly. It won a few agreements, chuckles, but I sat wondering. "What am I?"…
Identity is an enigma that every teenager struggles with. It's the conflict in each of our very own Bildungsromans - who are we? When I started the Common Application on August 1st, being the overachiever that I am, I believed that I did not have an identity to write about. I knew that I liked reading and music or that I hated algebra, but I didn't have an overarching sense of self. How could I write about myself in such a way as to impress admissions officers when I didn't even think I had a personality worth noting?…
As you can see both cultures are very similar when it comes to traditions, customs and norms. I am 21 years old and still celebrate all the traditions and customs listed above and more. I wholeheartedly enjoy the identity I have gained growing up in such a diverse household. Without it, I would not have such an open mind and appreciation for any of the opportunities provided for me. Most importantly my household has taught me how to love people and appreciate the culture not many have to experience.…
Fetsch ! 6seemed to understand why my mother wasn’t Asian like me. I began to now wish that I had just not been adopted. It’s awful and wrong but I just couldn’t apologize for it.…
My brother and I were never fans of sibling Halloween costumes, but if we had been, I’d say the most fitting one would be Peter Pan and his shadow. Cute concept, yes, but not to live. While it may not have been true in reality, I felt I was in my brother’s shadow ever since I can remember. My brother was that kid who got a perfect SAT, was at the top of his class, and got accepted to Stanford - a lot to live up to. As high school came around, I vowed to finally step into my own light, choosing to go to a different high school than he did, my first “adult” decision, but certainly not my last.…
Being in college is a wonderful, yet strange new feeling. While most plan to “reinvent” or “find themselves”, I hold on to my roots. I know that there are certain aspects about myself that I can never change. My identity is the reason why I behave in certain ways, why I believe certain things, why I am who I am.…
I am privileged. I am blessed. I am at an advantage. I have grown up living in a mostly middle to upper class suburban town. I am also oppressed, disadvantaged, and in many ways, unrepresented.…
Although the job only lasted for the summer, I mark it as an accomplished and improvement from where I was a year ago. I went from only being able to handle one five hour shift, to having five hour shifts four days a week. The experience of having a job has made me more a confident, independent person and has encouraged me to persevere even when I think the challenge is too difficult.…