Cogito Ergo Sum
I am not about to site my GPA or my involvement in my community or even my honors or lack thereof to represent who I am. The assertion that mere statistics and blanket awards can epitomize my identity is false. For, those although attributes may yield generalizations for my generation, I am not my peers; and I am not my society. I am the individual that is perhaps a bit lost in this world that she was thrust into via placenta; as well as a bit found by the mistakes and friends and passions that have lain across her eyes through 16 long years--the longest years of her life thus far. I am the girl that has nothing better to do than write ballads in the middle of her chemistry class because she already understands the material. I am the girl that questions for math on the board to review because she did not comprehend the assignment, and then copy the teachers work into her notebook to have a reference. I am the girl that draws her Latin and History teacher in to twenty minute discussions that have everything to do with subject, but nothing to do with the lesson plan. But that is not even all I am. I am he girl that watches clouds and sees birds that have swallowed the sun. I am the girl that imagines she really is a brain in a vat. I the girl that honestly wonders if the readers think she can completely describe herself in 250 words. I am the girl that wants to know but is content in accepting that nothing is for certain. I am not a drone that has been sent by whomever or whatever to perform medial tasks. I desire to understand my answers to “why” anyway that I may. Then I want to talk. I want to see what everyone else’s answer is, and see what secrets of life I may deduce. I am the girl that will systematically and vehemently come to understand this world, the girl that wants to.