What Makes Me Who I Am Essay

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When I think about how I became the person I am, all I can think about is where I am from; where my roots lie; what really has shaped me to the kind of person I am today; my hometown of Brownsville, Texas. Unlike every other city in Texas, the vibe that comes from my town cannot be compared to any other in the whole state, which is mainly due to the demographics. Less than 5% of all the population of Brownsville are non-Hispanic, and it is definitely not known for being a wealthiest city in Texas; which gave me a distinctive feel for the area and the people all around me. The people of Brownsville are what let me see life in a whole new light. I see a lot of people that never leave the city. I have seen so many families that barely make ends …show more content…

The majority of my childhood (from when I was about four till I was twelve) was spent at my dad’s car lot and I can still vividly remember a lot of the adventurous times I had there with my little brother. Being at the lot, my mom was never there, and so my dad was always taking care of me. I tended to be a very rebellious child and never really seemed to care about what my dad told me not to be doing; I would constantly get scolded and even whipped at times for doing stupid things. Times like when my dad told me not the cross the fence because there were lots of wasp nest on the other side and I did it anyways, and ended up getting stung five times on and around my face. Along with other time like when spray painted a bunch of random stuff to a back wall of the car lot’s main building. I did a lot of dumb thing, but I was so young and careless. This eventually led me to always obey my parents by the time I grew up a little …show more content…

I understand the importance of education and where it could take me at a very young age. While I went through high school I went in with the mentality that I wanted to make my parents as proud as possible. I wanted to have a future so that I could return the favor to my parents for them being that best parents anyone could as for. Throughout my first couple of years how high school my parents satisfied as long as I was passing, but they always heard my complaints when I did not make all A’s. By the last two years of my high school they expected me to be getting all A’s and seemed disappointed when I didn’t get them all. Never anger or mean about it, they just expected much more out of me, that’s how it has been all my life, and that’s how it will always

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