My Identity Essay

did I know that in that year I would find my identity. A new school year started. Already I wanted it to end because I thought school wasn't for me. I used to be the student who didn't care about getting good grades, and less about been the best; however, that suddenly changed. It changed thanks to a girl who believed I was the dumbest girl. I never imagined that there could be someone so arrogant and smug like her. Even so, she would help me to find my true self. Her name was Tamara; she was…

ourselves with people who were deemed as “inferior” in the school at the time. I also did not make the connection that I was considered as an “inferior” to the eyes of my peers at the time. At the tender age of six, I liked to wear hair bows with bright colored dresses with two pigtails, a usual young girly girl style. Despite of my feminine appearance, I liked to play interactive sports like handball, baseball, and basketball. With the broad range of hobbies I had from sports to music, I…

person of color, living in a white suburban area? My white name did not fit my face of color, ultimately conflicting my identity. Personally, I had to have two names in order to get by in society. Throughout my life, I have been called numerous stereotypical names, except my own name, “Rebecca.” To be frank, they have not been the best nicknames in the world. Yet I still am striving to hold both my American and Korean names and identities close. My first name is Rebecca; but also to some…

to the development of my political identity would have to be my parents, and for a magnitude of reasons including their personal upbringings, emphasis on privilege, and importance of having values. My parents’ contrasting upbringing, mainly economic status, demonstrated the importance of utilizing my own life’s privileges and opportunities. My dad, having lost his mother at a young age, spent almost all of his childhood living in poverty being raised by his father. While my mother, much like…

My Cultural Identity Have you ever wondered, what steak and cheese taste when seasoned correctly, then wrapped in perfectly toasted bread that’s not too crunchy, but not to soft?That’s what a perfect panini is, but not explained within my culture. As the steak and cheese combine together fuzing a perfect combination, that’s a visual representation of how me and my family combine and bond together. How the perfectly toasted bread completely surround all the ingredients,…

you ask, this means my culture has been through a lot and we still are but we somehow we are still kind. We work and work almost everyday and we aren’t even apart of the U.S some of us actually go to the U.S because we have worked so hard that we earned it. Although once we get there we have to work even harder to get a job, get a house and if we have kids, we have to provide for them. This cultural identity are the filipinos because, obviously, i’m filipino. I am filipino on my mom's side, but…

growing up I would always play with my sisters and their friends. I think my favorite part playing with them was the dolls. Being Ken was fun because back then being “white” was the norm. When I was growing up I had long hair, to the point where my only grandfather confused me for a girl. My gender identity was male. “Gender identity is a sense of oneself as male or female.” (Wade 355) I was classified as a boy even though on the outside I looked like a girl. I remember my first dilemma with…

Personally, I have been shaped by the influence of both other writers I have known and those I have only read the creations of. Those same influences contributed to both my writing style in the classroom and to my identity as a writer. I spent a lot of my childhood with my nose deep in fiction novels at near by libraries. These books were my first look into writing for recreation and not just as some school assignment. These worlds created through words encouraged me to find more complex ways…

I grew up speaking Russian (my first language prior to grasping English in preschool), submerged in foreign cultural ways, with parents who couldn't guide me through the educational system like others who had experienced it firsthand. The daughter of Ukrainian immigrants, I knew…

For as long I can remember, my political identity was none existent. In my country, Puerto Rico, there are three primary political parties, the Popular Democratic Party (PDP), the New Progressive Party (NPP) and the Puerto Rican Independent Party (PRIP). It is common knowledge among Puerto Ricans that the first party listed believes that the government should maintain its political status as a commonwealth while the second party would prefer the island would become the 51st state in the United…