Who I Am, A Reflective Essay, Essays (high school) of English

Download Who I Am, A Reflective Essay and more Essays (high school) English in PDF only on Docsity! Earl Christian Cabigas 12 Maxwell Who Am I? Our life is basically like a book, not knowing how many chapters will it take to finish the whole story, what plots would happen and what will the protagonist face. We tend to feel like a fictional character, like we describe ourselves and act what we want to do and people would find you and tell others about you being this and that and the drama starts where you will just be dumbfounded about hearing stories about you when you know that it is not true. I mean who doesn’t know their own selves, right? But behind the “yeah, I know myself better than you do” attitude while wearing a “duh” face, we sometimes really do not know who we are. Every single day, is a new beginning to some, climax to others and here’s me not knowing where my life will go and how will it turn out. But one thing is for sure that it has been exciting to wake up and just go with what He has planned for you. 18 years might be young to others, well obviously if you compare it to my granny who is turning 66 or 67 this year, but to me, it has been a bumpy ride. My story may not be as amazing as those people who are the same age as me who achieved many accomplishments, like being a math genius or class president or being recognized with honors but despite all of it, I can say that I have achieved something far more greater than anything, Salvation. I am an average student and when we say average meaning in the middle. Honestly, I claim to be average because I really can’t see anything special about me or so I thought. I just do what I do. When it is about arts and creating things, I tend to give my full concentration especially about taking care of others. When I think of it, I just want to grow up as soon as possible and be someone who works in the medical field. I’m really not good in science but because I really want to help. I will do it or that’s what I think. I also want to become a director or a production designer. Being in the behind the scene in making sets and assisting artists is just fascinating at some point and if I get to do that job, I will probably be so hyped since I love arts or that’s what I think. Being alone while reading a book, eating, binge watching and sleeping are my forte. I tend to just really sit in the corner and let my imagination run wild, exploring different settings imagining myself being in that part of the story rather than talking to a lot of people who doesn’t even care about you. I used to be very talkative, not gonna lie like I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. There’s this one time where I asked my classmates individually to give me a gift on my birthday. They would just laugh because they thought I was joking, I would laugh too but eventually the laughter would fade and my facial reaction just screams,” Let’s get down to business shall we” like I’m dead serious. I would remind them every single day for like weeks. Behind the positive response from them, I saw something in them that screams, “how annoying can this guy be” At first, I was kinda happy with what I do you know, like the jolly yet annoying type of individual. Just being myself at that time was like freedom or that’s what I thought. I faced difficult times too. Well people say that the jolliest person hides thousands of thorns wrapped around his/her shoulder. Bullying is one, I did encounter it but my story would just like be a typical bullying scene where someone calls you something or spread rumors about you. It’s true it may be that common but the pain? Ugh the pain still hunts me sometimes especially during times where you feel like hurt and your mind suddenly plays the projector showing all the bad memories that you thought were long gone. You know that feeling when your family or you closest friends guides you and showers you with their utmost support and care? I did not feel that during a particular incident. It’s like where ever I go, I would face horrific incidents. I know deep inside of me that I am strong or that’s what I thought. See, I told you I know myself. I know myself from the bottom to the top or do I?