Who am I? I feel that the answer to this question is always changing. People change, they grow up and become a new person. Certain traumatic events can change a person, it can cause a shift of belief of who they are and how they view their society. I have changed so much. If you asked me a year ago who I was my answer would differ so much from today. Today at this moment I am stressed, I am excited, and I am hopeful. My stress comes from my senior year. The thought of deciding my future frightens me. One wrong decision and the next ten years of my life could fall apart one thing after the other as if they were dominos. I am excited because I get to start a new chapter in my life. I get to learn to be independent. I will be on my own and get to call the shots. My hope comes from my generation and their desire to change. My generation is ready to be out with the old and in with the new. They are ready to address problems that affect our future and our very well being.
We spend over 12 years in school. We meet our friends here and figure out our passions. At school, I am involved with many different groups of people. I get to surround myself with people of like interests. My extra-circulars are very diverse they include, NHS, A.C.T.I.O.N ( service club, volleyball, band, and Connect (freshmen mentoring). Through these activities, I am able to meet all kinds of people. I surround myself with different kinds of people so I can understand a variety of beliefs. I am not the biggest fan of school, this may be due to the fact that I am a senior. However, I do enjoy seeing people I would not normally talk to outside of school. In school, you are able to form many different relationships with many different people.
My whole life I have been preparing to go out in the world by myself. Our parents prepare us for independence. School prepares us for the workforce. But what if this isn’t enough. What if I can’t do it on my own? What if I chose the wrong option? We have been preparing our whole lives for the day we leave our parents’ house. For the day we become independent and can only rely on ourselves. Failure is bound to happen. You must fail to succeed. I am not afraid of failing. I know I can get back up again and fight harder. But how many times do you have to fall in order to learn to run?
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