Personal Statement #1
Los Angeles. When most people think of LA, they think of the Hollywood sign, movie stars, the pinnacle of pop culture, and beautiful weather year round. What people fail to realize is, what Los Angeles is really made of. Though this world within a world is mostly generalized as LA, it is a pretty broad name that really stands for many small towns or wide areas that make up the city. I come from a small town on the outskirts of Los Angeles called San Pedro. It’s a town where pretty much everyone knows everyone, and if you happen not to, are pleasantly surprised by the tons of mutuals that you share on Facebook. It’s a town engrossed in rich history and a wide spread of cultures. It’s a town where on a Summer day, you …show more content…
I wasn’t afraid of the dark, or of the monsters under my bed, those were the least of my problems. I was afraid of something inevitable, something you can’t run or hide from… I was afraid of myself. Disney painted a pretty good picture of this in the movie Beauty and the Beast. I was terrified of who I was, and was afraid to let people in out of fear. The worst part was that when I was sick of the confusion and wanted to figure myself out, I was all alone. Growing up confused and scared about being bisexual was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through. Looking back on it, I guess I’ve always been different than the rest of the crowd. The earliest I can remember was in kindergarten. All the boys in my class chased around a kickball at recess, and all the girls sat in the corner gossiping and playing house. And then there was me, the only six year old on the school yard with a toy camera taking pictures of trees and and leaves. Then comes second grade, the year most kids start developing awkward crushes on eachother that mostly consist of running up, saying hi, and running back to their giggling friends. Well that was the year I decided to suppress part of me. My first crush was on one of my best friends and he was probably the most dorky, fun, cool guy you’d meet in second grade. Then Valentine’s Day comes around and all the guys start giving candy to girls, that’s when I instantly started freaking out. It made me think that guys are supposed to like girls and only girls so I managed to bury that crush so far down it wouldn’t ever resurface. I managed to finish elementary school completely “normal” and carried that with me through half of middle school, probably the worst years of my life. Middle school is the period where literally 80% of the class is going through puberty in the worst ways, and if you weren’t, you were placed at the top of the pyramid.
Los Angeles. When most people think of LA, they think of the Hollywood sign, movie stars, the pinnacle of pop culture, and beautiful weather year round. What people fail to realize is, what Los Angeles is really made of. Though this world within a world is mostly generalized as LA, it is a pretty broad name that really stands for many small towns or wide areas that make up the city. I come from a small town on the outskirts of Los Angeles called San Pedro. It’s a town where pretty much everyone knows everyone, and if you happen not to, are pleasantly surprised by the tons of mutuals that you share on Facebook. It’s a town engrossed in rich history and a wide spread of cultures. It’s a town where on a Summer day, you …show more content…
I wasn’t afraid of the dark, or of the monsters under my bed, those were the least of my problems. I was afraid of something inevitable, something you can’t run or hide from… I was afraid of myself. Disney painted a pretty good picture of this in the movie Beauty and the Beast. I was terrified of who I was, and was afraid to let people in out of fear. The worst part was that when I was sick of the confusion and wanted to figure myself out, I was all alone. Growing up confused and scared about being bisexual was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through. Looking back on it, I guess I’ve always been different than the rest of the crowd. The earliest I can remember was in kindergarten. All the boys in my class chased around a kickball at recess, and all the girls sat in the corner gossiping and playing house. And then there was me, the only six year old on the school yard with a toy camera taking pictures of trees and and leaves. Then comes second grade, the year most kids start developing awkward crushes on eachother that mostly consist of running up, saying hi, and running back to their giggling friends. Well that was the year I decided to suppress part of me. My first crush was on one of my best friends and he was probably the most dorky, fun, cool guy you’d meet in second grade. Then Valentine’s Day comes around and all the guys start giving candy to girls, that’s when I instantly started freaking out. It made me think that guys are supposed to like girls and only girls so I managed to bury that crush so far down it wouldn’t ever resurface. I managed to finish elementary school completely “normal” and carried that with me through half of middle school, probably the worst years of my life. Middle school is the period where literally 80% of the class is going through puberty in the worst ways, and if you weren’t, you were placed at the top of the pyramid.