Me Myself and I Essay

comes to mind when I think of myself. But it has been no less instrumental than any other aspect in making me who I am. In fact, it is probably the basis of most of the aspects that I prize most in myself. I have never wished to be “normal.” To be able to spell. To read as well as my peers. To be more efficient at simple tasks. I have had to work to keep up with my peers on a basic level, and twice as hard to exceed them. I am not bitter, resentful, or jealous. It is the work I put in to keep up…

something that is difficult. To me the definition of determined is pushing through the adversity in life that I face each day. I choose the word determination not only for the denotation of the word, but also the connotation the word has. I feel that determination has a very strong meaning behind it of grit and the will to persevere through any roadblocks, which led me to choose this word. Overall I think both the connotation and the denotation lay out a way I would describe myself. People may…

milestones that I have faced during my twenty-two years of life, thus far, are beginning college and ending college. Starting college in particular was a developmental milestone because it was different than anything I have ever experienced and for my family to experience as well. I am the first generation in my family to attend college. Both of my parents went straight into the work force after they graduated high school, and were not encouraged by their parents to attend college. I have two…

It’s a new year and I want this year to be different. Sometimes, people don’t believe in themselves. When you don’t believe in yourself, you will not be successful in life. I chose the word “believe.” Believe is a strong word to me. I regret a lot of things that happened in 2015. This word makes me feel motivated. There are many reasons why I chose this word. Last summer, I had an opportunity to get a job. I filled and turned in an application for me to get the job. When a couple of days…

I feel that my time at my internship has flown by. September feels like it was just maybe three months ago. I first met my field instructor in the summer for our interview and he said that his impression of me was that I embodied a social worker and would make a great intern at the high school. At the time, I had no idea what that meant or would look like but I was flattered, nervous, and yet excited to start a new chapter in my life. Helping others has been something I have wanted to do my…

millions of times, about the girl whose father is not in her life whether it’s because he simply left or because he passed away. I want to say this IS one of those stories. This is the story about the predictable fatherless girl who continues her young life lost and searching for that missing fatherly love. That’s me. I have no shame in saying that what so ever, BUT I also must say that this is more than just a predictable story. This is MY Predictable story. “Every girl needs her father.”…

I have always been more of an observer than a participant. I think that it is the reason I am quite perceptive with people—I do my best to see them, beyond the masks that they put on for the world. It was this perception that motivated me from a young age. I grew up quiet, watching as my mother worried and cried for my sisters, who went down darker paths, dropping out of college and spending an increasing amount of time with bad influences. I understood, even then, that I didn’t ever want to…

ago I was a completely different person. That may sound like a complete exaggeration, but looking back on the person who carried my name two years ago, it is shockingly true. Two years ago, I was the quiet, overweight, anxious girl who avoided social interaction as if it was the plague. Needless to say, I was not the most confident or outgoing person out there. I let my anxiety disorder rule my life, and let my weight be an excuse as to why I couldn’t do certain things. That is not to say I had…

In 2010 I was a person who was unsure about all the aspects of my life. I felt as if life had no meaning to it. I was afraid of what the future held for me due to the fact that it never seemed to be clear to me. I had no education goals whatsoever, I was extremely unmotivated to succeed in life. I never valued anything that I had, that being the love my family and friends gave me and all the personal belongings that my parents provided me with. Although, I had it all I continued being an…

life. For me, that wasn’t the case. Maybe I didn’t do it right, or maybe I was focused on the wrong things, but let’s just say I’ve been counting the days until graduation from my freshman year. Although high school wasn’t the best years of my life, if I could give my former self some advice, maybe I could have changed that. In order to better myself in the long run, I would tell my former self that I need to step out of my comfort zone, be myself, and relieve some of the stress that I was…