Joss Whedon once said,“Identity is something that you are constantly earning. It is not just who you are. It's a process that you must be active in. It's not just parroting your parents or the thoughts of your learned teachers. It is now more than ever about understanding yourself so you can become yourself.” It was very difficult to find my place and identity and that was a big struggle for me to make friends. That is why to this day I get attached very easily to anyone that i care for. I believed in these words to be true, ever since I was a young girl.
The continuing struggle to make friends is something I, to this day struggle with. ^^ good to add here ( I remember this moment in my life so clearly, that helped me on my way to find my
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This was an overwhelming experience for me at such a young age.. Being an outsider in this new town was horrifying but life changing not to mention, my twin sister is way more outgoing and seemed to make friends quicker than I could. A memory in my life that clearly helped me find my identity was the experience of entering a new school. It was the first couple days of our new school, and I didn't have any friends that week. But I just closed my eyes sometimes and think about how the courtyard was set up, at recess. You would walk out of the two main doors to the blacktop, on the left was the basketball court,and even further left was the grass area with a baseball field and then an open field,gated of course. On the right was just the blacktop ,there was chalk written by the children and a corner where the children would play the game hopscotch or just sit and talk. That day at recess I walked in circles around the basketball court while I saw my sister around a bunch of girls talking and having fun. I didn't want to go over there, because my sister needed to branch off and to make her own friends. This vivid memory will always be with me, which is hard to think of a time in my life when I was alone with no friends because I was shy. I felt like I did not fit in and had awkward encounters with other children, I never thought I would really find friends and there
“I just want to be someone, mean something to anyone, I want to be the real ME”, by Charlotte Eriksson. The quest of my journey is to discover my real purpose, my real goal but most importantly, find my real identity. This is known as the “Identity versus Role Confusion Stage” or as described by psychoanalyst Erik H. Erikson, the fifth stage of the Eight Stages of Man. It occurs between the ages of 12 to 18, where every person battles to establish a certain roll or skill that provides one with a sense of a sturdy foundation in the adult society. I too am currently going through this stage of life, dodging many obstacles in order to seek out my identity. The hardest obstacle- my attempt to fit in with my peers, but the extremes I took to find it, may have scared me for life. Nonetheless, it showed me a piece of my real identity and helped me figure out how to grow through it and better myself; it showed me the real me. In the past as well as today’s society, individuality is vital. Each teen wants to create a unique identity for ones’ self, and the start to creating that identity is in high school.
Over the course of my childhood I faced an obstacle of my identity as a child, I was becoming everyone else image of me instead of creating my own portrait. Unfortunately, I began to dress, talk, and behave like the people around me, I became a product of my environment. Myself started to change I gained a reputation of this little girl with a careless attitude, and a malicious looking face. I wasn’t being recognized by my own family members, and it started to affect my relationship at home. I started slacking in my studies, and just started diminishing myself and my personality. The issue was focused in middle school when I joined the Science Technology Engineering Mathematics Scholars after school team. I was a fanatic about learning about
In the past twenty years I have experienced different aspects of life that have shaped me into who I am today. I have had personal experiences, moments with friends, and indirect encounters. Each story explained below goes into detail of what occurred how it has shaped me into the student I am and future teacher I am becoming. Experiences throughout life affect the way we teach and the opinions that we can potentially transfer over to our future students.
Throughout my life, many factors have influenced and shaped me into the young woman I am today. I am an active member of many cultures, and continue to learn and adopt numerous values, traditions, and morals from each. There are certain cultures people are born into, and others that are chosen by people at various stages of their life. Over the span of my nineteen years of life, I have been put into as well as voluntarily joined a combination of cultures which have instilled in me both positive and negative qualities. Cultures I was born into include the female culture, the Caucasian American culture, and my unique family culture. As for those which I have elected to become a member of include things such as the soccer culture, the Concordia
When we are born into the world, it is far from our last birth. The birth of our identities begins as we grow. And while not right or wrong, it is how our minds take on an identity during our key developmental years.
Growing up, I’ve always valued friendships. Friends were as important to me as family. I’ve attended Catholic school from first grade through eighth grade. My classmates were the same 35 people throughout grade school. I went through many hardships and obstacles trying to find peers who were similar to me. In 6th grade, I went through identity crisis to find out who I was. Before that, I was constantly changing myself so that I could fit in and be like others. Throughout the years in grade school, I struggled with my identity but as I went through high school and am going through college, I have a good grasp of my identity and who my friends are.
Within my fifteen and a half years of living, I have experienced many heart wrenching moments that have changed who I am, so many that I stopped trying to keep count long ago. Like most teenagers, the past couple of years have been some of the most confusing, hectic years of my life. I'm at that age I'm trying to figure out who I am, as well as who I want to become. As indecisive as I am, I will more than likely change my mind a time or two, but right now at this very moment, I've finally come to terms with who I really am, and what I would like to do for the rest of my life.
that life would be better and that my sister and I would be more accepted. For that reason,
Well, who really am I? Am I rude, strict or obnoxious? Or am I loving and caring? Think and know me better.
The story about I Martranika Gross, called changing my life. It all begin with many ideals that I had in mind to become while changing my life so my daughter will fix in. First was continue my education at Strayer University and a journey to follow. Next, becoming a role model with a pathway lay out for my daughter, a showing her not to stay you can’t to become successful. Finally, overcome obstacles first you have to have faith within yourself, and the key word is knowledge.
Identity-“Ones personal qualities.”Identiy is something only he or she can fully define. My uncle says I am affectionate,cheerful, and calm. My grandmother sees me as slim, pretty and sweet. My dad described me as perky, cheerful and happy, my mom says beautiful, gentle, and self-conscious. These adjectives describe me accurately, yet they are only abstract versions of me. Adjectives cannot begin to describe me and I aknowlege these descriptions for what they are, a condensed translation from my outward self to the world. It is impossible for anyone to understand me completely because nobody has experienced the things I have. My mother has never cherished a raggedy doll named Katie and my father never spent hours upon hours making collages and scrap books for his future children. My uncle never hid in the back of a pick-up-truck and traveled four hours to New York and my grandmother has never walked hours in the rain looking for the Queen of England. My identity is something only I can define.
My dad was brought into the courtroom wearing an olive green jumpsuit and restrained by metal cuffs around his wrists. The judge sat high at his bench with his gavel set off to the side, and I, my mom, and my sister, remained as tall as we could attempting not to show the worry that was running through our minds.
“A butterfly can’t see it’s beautiful wings, but the rest of the world can,” would be my saying, that I honestly can’t pin down besides a vague year in Middle School. Beyond that, it holds meaning not only to me, but in context of life and the world currently. Gleaming at my phone at midnight because of a friend who admitted they almost took their lives through pills, this phrase while not used was apparent in my hours of conversation with that person that night. Struggling with an identity is something everyone across race, gender, class, and intelligence struggle with from trying to understand an innocent crush to understanding yourself and your position in life especially in such a competitive environment is difficult. People today must
Hey my is Bob.I was 46 year old when I was killed.On July 19,2830 I was working on a human and see can I bring him back alive and making a new life. So one day I was getting the things I need to make the human. I was making a human by starting to put the bones together.
One of my favorite tv show character, Rachel Green, said once, “It’s like all my life everybody has told me, ‘You’re a shoe! You’re a shoe! You’re a shoe!’ and then today I just stopped and I said, ‘But what if I don’t want to be a shoe? What if I want to be a purse, you know? Or a hat?’”. I did not add this quote in just to make this longer, but because when I thought of some of my identities, I realized that some of them weren’t me. Some of the things I “identified” with, I didn’t identify with. Like for example, my religion.