I am (F/N) (L/N). I go to Harry Herpson Community College. I’m Majoring in astronomy, the study of space, stars, and outer space planets. I’m really big on the whole interdimensional space beings and such. But currently my studies are at a hult because of some dumbass, who decided to drag me along on one of their motherfucking adventure. How did this happen? Well that would have to be first moment I fucking met Rick MOTHERFUCKING Sanchez! “Hi there Morty, I’m (F/N), nice to meet you. I’m glad you picked me as your tutor.” I took the hand Morty held out to me, shaking it lightly, “So, would you like to get started now?” Morty just nodded and invited me. “How old are you (F/N)?” I turned in the direction I heard the voice come from, …show more content…
I can’t I’m studying let me go!” Morty fought against the grip. “Studying can wait, Mort-” I watched the old man, big brow, wearing a lab coat, really slender. I quickly grab Morty other wrist, ”Nope, you can’t have him. We is currently under my supervision and I still have another hour with him. Whatever you two need to do can wait.” I manage to pull Morty from his what seemed like a drunken grip. I watch the old man turn around slowly glaring at me, “and who might you be.” I gulped, maybe I should have let him go with the guy. “I-I am (F/N). I’m a college student and I’m tutoring your grandson.” The blue haired man walked over to me, “Grandpa Rick, leave her alone. I will join you when I’m done.” The man named Rick got really close to my face, to a point where I blushed a little, I stepped back. “Well. (F/N) What are you studying?” I was confused by the question, “I’m majoring in astronomy..space and interdimensional beings and stuff..” Rick started laughing, “Holy shit, you think a school like that can teach you anything, I could teach you twice what they teach you. Morty, lets fuc-cking go!” Morty sighed, then looked at me, “I’m sorry to cut this short, I need to go, hopefully you can show yourself out. Ag-gain
The guy in the shadows asked, "So could I talk to you two for a minute?"
‘’Get us out of here!’’ he shrieked. I shook my head back and forth and so did Professor
This last Monday and friend of mine showed me a video clip she took with her
I consider my identity, interests and personality to be as if it was a chain, one which is all connected to my family, and the environment in which I was raised. As a kid, I was always extremely organized with everything I did. From cleaning my room, to making my school binder nice and neat. My mom always taught me to be efficient in every way I could to help me achieve everything I wanted better and faster. There was times where I would share rooms with my brother. His side of the room was always muddled and disorganized, and mine was all in order by colors and sizes. I was a weird kid, obsessed with neatness.
When I introduce myself I will state my name and something they would either know or remember me by. Never would I immediately go into a story on who I am or how I found my identity. That, quite frankly, is a little too much to handle. If they were to get to know me, they would discover many things about just exactly who Kaitlin Wyse is.
These items are not just stuff that you eat or drink,to me they are memories who represent who I am.I use to live with my grandparents when I was little. They always made ramen on the weekends. I will always eat with my cousin and we will always get full. Sometimes my parents and other family members come to eat with us but not all the time. I feel like it brought our family together.Coffee doesn't really sound like its apart of my identity but it is. The reason why is because I started drinking coffee last year that year i was at a different school. When i drink coffee i start to remember the good times i had last year. I had a lot of good moments last year. I always buy coffee after school then i get on the bus and that was always the best part of my days i when i drink coffee i remember going into that bus and how i made a new friend on that bus.
One thing that I feel everyone should know about me, to really understand who I am, would be what I do with music in my life. I think that the kind of music people listen to defines them more than what that person could ever put into words.
In this essay, I will be talking about some of my characteristics and answering the question of who am I?
What makes up an identity? A whole lot of things. Your friends, family, and culture can all play parts into your identity, but how can you show your identity to someone who isn’t you? By presenting the different sides of you of course. My project illustrates the fun, serious, playful, and loving parts of me in different areas and situations. It displays my identity in many different fashions and therefore deserves an A.
According to merriam-webster.com, the definition of identity is “the distinguishing character or personality of an individual”. I believe that a person’s identity is comprised of many things, including the type of people they hang out with and their actions towards other people. Your identity is how other people see you. I also believe that a person’s identity can change over time due to something like a traumatic event or even the maturity that person gains as they grow older. There are many ways to describe who I am as a person and my identity. I believe the three main facets of my identity are sports, reliability, and, most importantly, the fact that I am a brother.
' what makes me myself rather than anyone else is the very fact that I am poised between two countries, two or three languages and several cultural traditions' (Maalouf , A, 2000), which emphasise my identity and how this is an essential part to my identity. For example, I am an Indian, who wears salwar kameez ( traditional Asian clothes), who loves eating Asian curries with hand, who speaks Hindi and Punjabi with my parents and relatives (the most common languages spoken by an Indian), I am an Indian because I was born in India, an Indian who prays and visits the Gurdware (Sikh temple) every Sunday ,and lastly ' visiting others' such as cousins and relatives are considered a very important part of an Indian culture (Kenner et al, 2004).
There are those who know from birth exactly who they are--chef, lawyer, doctor, gymnast-- and there are those who take a little longer to figure it out. Until very recently, who I was or who I wanted to be was as unclear as it could get. You could say I was one of those cliché teenagers who was longing to "find themselves"; hoping that one day the fog would lift, and my eyes would be opened.
As a young girl in elementary school I would get the question “what are you?” As a junior in high school, whether in school or in the grocery store, I am still frequently asked that same question. I used to feel embarrassed of my identity when they asked what I was. My usual response was to slightly laugh and tell them I was “mixed.”
“What?” Cecil started to say, but was interrupted by our older brother stepping out of his room.
so, right now i am sitting on my 900-1000 dollar comupter typing this to you. I hope we grauated, and i know we will. Right now, I'm listening to "Daft Labeouf - Harder, Better, Faster, Do it" kinda modivational. Anyhow, i im getting alright grades, and im fairly happy right now, grant left a while ago, around 12:30 i think. i've been palying cs:go and ive been getting better at it. so, now for my dreams. I hope in the near future i have a allright house and i am happy. It doesn't haft to be a fancyass house with lots of 1000-10000 dollar things in it, it just hast to be a place that it comfy and i have privacy in. i hope that we have money to go and spend and be happy with. i hope we also still play games. sometimes i worry