What is I? One could define more of a better definition by saying, who am I, how am I, or what am I? What is I is the verb tense of the phrases listed above. I am a girl, I am a student, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a girlfriend, a blonde. I can be all of those things but how can I define myself? It is hard to analyze myself through my own perspective. It can be easier to listen to someone else talk about other people, but do I really know them? Would this question be easier if I listened to other people talk about me, in a good or bad way? I don’t think that matters as much as the views i have of myself, which some are still unknown due to the fact that I am young and still trying to define myself and who I am. It is true some people know themselves inside and out, telling everyone they meet who they are.
1. I have learned about the sense of sight or the idea of vision by understanding that seeing isn’t always believing. Eyes are the most judgemental sense, but can also be the most helpful in certain situations. Sight is important to me, but I know I could do without it.
2. The sense of smell says memories to me. A couple of times a day I can sometimes smell something that instantly reminds me of a place or time I have been through. Today was walking in the bio hallways and smelling lunch from my middle school cafeteria for some reason.
3. My favorite taste is hard to explain. I dont think I really own a favorite taste but I do know of many flavors I like. My least favorite taste is probably lemon, or banana. I really hate the banana flavor just because it doesn’t appeal to me, however mixing strawberries with it in a smoothie create a delicious blend that are one of my favorite tastes. Banana bread is also one of my favorite things to eat, although I really really really hate bananas.
4. Being touched to me can mean a variety of different things. Touching someone can be either physical or emotional. Watching sappy movies, reading hallmark cards, or hearing an inspirational story can be emotionally touching. Physical touch can be either good or bad, pain or love.
5. I can hear all of the 25 students in the classrooms 250 fingers typing on keyboards trying to write something for this blog. I can also hear a fan or some sort of a heater…most likely a fan. Someone clearing their throat, someone coughing, someone’s chair creeking, the muffled tone of a tv in the next room. We can probably all hear the same things but we interpret them differently.
6. I have surprised myself in this class this semester by being more creative in my writing. I even became more detailed in my journal because someday I’d like to look back on my journal and read it as if it were a book. I realized I like to write a lot now because it gives me a chance to express myself the way I chose to, and not someone else’s prompt telling me to.
7. If I could go back and change one of my essays it would be the essay about touch because it seemed so unstructured, more like a laundry list of many different ideas trying to get out on the paper at the same time. Some papers can do that, but mine however cannot. I wish I could be skilled at making an essay flow through the first time I write it because I hate having to write things over again after I finish.
8. One year from now, I think I may be blogging, but it’s hard to say because I care too much of what other people think of me. I will admit, I am scared of being judged, therefore I tend to limit what I write about. At home, it is easier to write in a journal because I know nobody will probably read it, however more times than not, my writing seems to be better when I write in my journal.
9. If I were forced to lose one of my senses it would be the sense of taste. I know how much I enjoy food, but that is the one sense I wouldn’t miss nearly as much as any of the others. Then again, if I couldn’t taste anything, I could eat healthy everyday and potentially live a better life.
10. I am content. I am content with my life right now, even if it is not perfect because I know it never will be. I know I must accept myself for who I am, and once I realize that to the fullest potential, I will always be content.
