wait 'til they get ahold of this.
dna codes what we are. what we are really doesn't change. what we are is predetermined. who we are, well, that's another question completely. who we are is a combination of what we are and how we interact with environment and people around us. who we are our is a direct result of our experiences. who we are never stops changing. it can't. we know who we are partly by knowing who we are not.
i've come a long way.
today, in the midst of my 13 hour day on 2 hours of sleep, i was meandering down the hallway to my second three hour class in a row and i thought of something from middle school. ah, yes, middle school. and what precisely was the point of middle school? i digress.
i am pretty sure i was under the influence of the devil [or as kelly's (the shoes girl) mom would say "devel"] in middle school. when i was in 5th grade, our middle school was this disgusting nearly condemned building from the 1300s (that may be an exaggeration). building inspectors were coming through on a specific day to evaluate the building for support of a ballot initiative to build a new middle school. somehow i caught wind of this. my friends and i decided to make the school look even worse. how did we do this? simple. we pooled our money, purchased a bunch of generic pads from the bathroom, and colored them in with red markers. then, we placed them throughout the bathrooms and school.
i think you can see my point here. this experience was/is pivotal to the person i am now. and of course we'll never be privy to the veracity of this incident in my understanding and construction of identity. but yeah, and i hate to say it, if you think that's funny... you should see me now.
making my parents more proud than yours since 1980.
i've come a long way.
today, in the midst of my 13 hour day on 2 hours of sleep, i was meandering down the hallway to my second three hour class in a row and i thought of something from middle school. ah, yes, middle school. and what precisely was the point of middle school? i digress.
i am pretty sure i was under the influence of the devil [or as kelly's (the shoes girl) mom would say "devel"] in middle school. when i was in 5th grade, our middle school was this disgusting nearly condemned building from the 1300s (that may be an exaggeration). building inspectors were coming through on a specific day to evaluate the building for support of a ballot initiative to build a new middle school. somehow i caught wind of this. my friends and i decided to make the school look even worse. how did we do this? simple. we pooled our money, purchased a bunch of generic pads from the bathroom, and colored them in with red markers. then, we placed them throughout the bathrooms and school.
i think you can see my point here. this experience was/is pivotal to the person i am now. and of course we'll never be privy to the veracity of this incident in my understanding and construction of identity. but yeah, and i hate to say it, if you think that's funny... you should see me now.
making my parents more proud than yours since 1980.