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.…
In “My Freshman Year” Nathan went back to college as a “freshman” in 2002 to experience what college was like in that generation. In the first chapter of her book she explained, “I wanted to see what college life was like as a student, albeit a “returning” student, and to relate to other students and to faculty members as a student rather than as a professor and researcher” (Nathan, pg. 6). Her research started In June 2002 when she attended summer previews. Freshman previews were required for all upcoming freshman; it was a two day event where students stayed overnight in a dorm (Nathan, pg. 7). Nathan stated how overwhelming the whole experience was even before she moved in.…
In “The Shock of Education: How College Corrupts”, Lubrano demonstrates the division between parents and college students. Boundaries manifest to maintain comfort within the family, as Lubrano writes “Me mimicking my professors’ thoughts on race, on people’s struggle for equality, or on politics didn’t add to the conviviality of the one nice hour in our day. So I learned to shut up”. The reader is able to determine the different mentalities between individuals that have experienced a new college environment as opposed to those who have not. A new environment effects an individual’s previous thoughts, as the person learns to adapt to the new setting.…
College Essay Growing up in New Haven, Connecticut there weren’t big mansions, people with expensive cars, nor any sign of wealth .It ’s a small city filled with homeless people, violence and poor neighborhoods that made me into the person I am today. A city so small you see the same people everyday.…
“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.…
When asked to define myself in one paper, I find it hard to show the details that I want to in the right light. When asked about my future after high school, I also have a hard time describing everything I want to get done because there are far too many things to name. The quote “ _____” (i want to be everyone and do everything and there isn’t enough life to do it all in) describes me to a tee, and I believe this college is the place I could do this in. Being a shy person for most of my life, many things were difficult for me. Specifically, last summer I had the opportunity for a summer job.…
I know I am a workaholic and I am trying to get away from this I am learning to delegate and put my foot down, especially saying “No”. I know I have always felt satisfied when I kept doing more and endlessly tiring myself. I know I have been encouraged by my own self to be me, to be straight with people and with my own self; my own wants and feelings rather than crooked and covert. In this manner I am learning to understand what I want and possibly how to get it.…
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…
One’s identity is who they truly are as a person. People don’t define you. you define yourself. You define yourself with your actions, personality, and the roles you play in other people’s lives. At this point in my life I’m still trying to figure out who I am.…
I begin by saying that my name Ashdiel Marchand Tosses and I am 18 years old. I was born in San Juan Puerto Rico in 1997 / April / 9. During my childhood I lived in Trujillo Alto, but now I live in Bayamon Puerto Rico with my mother and one of my brothers, and I am the youngest of my brothers. I study nursing at the Inter American University of Puerto Rico in the grounds of Cupey. I graduated from 12th grade in Maria Teresa Piñeiro (MTP) high school located in Sabana Seca.…
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.…
Throughout the majority of my life, I was self-conscious and constantly worried about how I was perceived by others. As a child, I had always felt slightly out of place among my peers. I was just a little too quirky to fit into any of the groups at my school and I was too shy to force my way into one. I could not exactly understand what made me so different from my classmates and I desired more than anything to gain the self-confidence to express myself.…
There are a couple of obstacles that have played a major role in me becoming who I am today. I've had naysayers trying to negatively influence my thoughts, and crush my dreams by saying that said I will never amount to anything, or that I should give up on my dreams and get realistic with my goals. A couple years ago I was a completely different person. I was out of shape physically, my academic performance was very poor, and I had a terrible attitude. I improved greatly in athletics and my academic career.…
As a student in college there is a dreaded community that we all eventually become a part of. Most freshman, like myself, experience the first step of “adulting” by moving away from their parents and into a shared space with their academic peers. The lucky few move in with acquaintances or even friends to avoid the worst part of sharing a new space, the unknown. While the rest of us veer off into the dark and mysterious path of random selection and convenient strangers; the complex and often complicated society of college roommates.…
Who am I? This question has been on my mind lately. Just to think about it, brings me feelings of a doubt and uneasiness. Many times I was told that it is impossible to figure out what is behind my defiant and troublesome face. Also I had a chance to hear that same face is like the mask, hiding the real me beneath of it.…