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Who Am I: An Essay

Updated on November 1, 2017

Who am I? “I am Rosemary’s granddaughter, spitting image of my father, and when the day is done my momma’s still my biggest fan.”Though I may not have a grandmother named Rosemary, this song was my childhood, and it now defines my life as a young adult. When I mentioned this essay to my mom, she said: “It would be pretty funny if you quoted the lyrics to Who Am I throughout your essay.” I, in turn, found this to be a great idea because it almost perfectly describes my life. So who am I?

“It would be pretty funny if you quoted the lyrics to Who Am I throughout your essay.”

I am an eighteen-year-old girl, with red hair, a freckled face, and an awkward build. When it comes down to it I look just like my dad; likewise, my mom and I share no attributes. I have always been incredibly fair skinned, and it has always been impossible for me to tan, even though this year I did get a little darker. I am covered from head to toe with freckles. A friend once tried to count them, and you can guess how well that went! I was always the youngest in my class because my birthday is August 14th. I just turned eighteen not even a week before college started, and the funny thing is that I never cared. I thought it was cool to be the youngest and still be one of the most mature. Also, everyone who knows my dad always recognizes me. They all say things like “Oh you’re Jason’s daughter, aren’t you? You look just like him.” At the end of the day, however, it is my mom who I can always count on to be there for me and have my back. She is like my best friend, and yet she still knows how to be a mom when she has to. We spend countless hours laughing at each other’s jokes and funny stories. We also enjoy shopping together. We really are like best friends. This is all just part of who I am.

“Oh you’re Jason’s daughter, aren’t you? You look just like him.”

“Sometimes I’m clueless and I’m clumsy...” in all reality I am smart, I have good grades, I pick things up very quickly, and studying comes very easy for me. There are a few occasions, nevertheless, that I may seem like an idiot. I say things all wrong, I forget how to do simple math so I have to type it in a calculator, and I accidentally talk in text lingo every once in a while. My friends and family, of course, get a kick out of it because I am usually the one correcting them. They even sometimes call me a “grammar Nazi” just to pick at me. On top of that, I am one of the clumsiest people you will ever meet. I trip over tiny pebbles, lines on the floor, and the saddest thing of all is that sometimes I trip over absolutely nothing. I am not a bad sport about it though. I’ve learned that instead of being embarrassed it’s better to just to laugh at yourself. My friends are already laughing at me, so why not just go ahead and laugh with them, because usually, it is pretty funny when I fall. Still, those are not the only things that define who I am.

call me a “grammar Nazi”

“…but I’ve got friends that love me, and they know just where I stand…”. My friends are a gigantic part of my life. I may not have very many, but I have a small group of close friends. That’s all I need. My friends know how crazy I am, and still, love me the same. They are there with me through it all: the laughing, the crying, through celebration, and through loss. My friends and I can literally just sit there and talk for hours and still have more fun than if we went out somewhere. I am having a hard time adapting to not having them around though. They all went off to college, and I stayed here in town. Lastly, my friends all know that I am a Christian, whether they have a strong faith or not. They don’t bug me about my beliefs or anything like that. Everyone has a past, and though my friends and I have made mistakes, we try to keep each other away from anything that could draw us away from God.

In the end, there is a lot more I could say about myself, but I like to watch people really get to know me. It makes things interesting. I love my life. There is not a thing I would change. I have great friends and family, and although I may be awkward and oblivious sometimes, they all still love me. “Who I am” by Jessica Andrews could not have done a better job of helping me describe myself. It walked me through the things that matter most to me and showed me the best way to explain my life. “It’s all a part of me, that’s who I am.”

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