This is mine this is me
An object that represents me is my basketball. In many ways it is a perfect representation of me. A basketball is perfectly rounded. I am a well-rounded student. I am good at English, math, history, and the arts and sciences. Yet I am not exceptional at any of these. I also like to think that I have a very well rounded personality.
The basketball also has a lot of grip to it. For me, I have a tendency to hold on to friendships. I keep in touch with people all the way back to elementary school. I also tend to be a little bit of a pack rat, holding on to old papers, or old projects that I think I may be able to reference one day. A basketball is also very bouncy. I am a very happy person, normally not having a care in the world. I tend to bounce to one thing to another, without worries.
The color of my basketball is orange and in my opinion this is the most random and bizarre color. The orange color would most likely represent me when I do random things. Every once in a while I will say something or do something, and even surprise myself not knowing where it came from, or why I did it. Orange also is an attention grabbing color, that tends to stick out. I also stick out in a lot of ways. The fact that I am Mormon, have real blonde hair, and blue eyes, and my height all make me stick out.
Without a little bit of help, or energy inserted into a basketball it will not move and be utterly useless. This also represents me perfectly. I have a bad tendency for being lazy, and putting things off for later. The use of a basketball is for entertaining people, both those who play with it, or watch those playing with it. I also really enjoy keeping people entertained, by having fun, or making jokes. I would not say I am the life of a party, but I’m very confident that I don’t hurt the party.
On my basketball is the word “PERFECTION”. I don’t always strive to be perfect, but when I decide on doing something and really want to do it, I then come as close to perfection as possible. Also on the basketball are black lines, that band around it. They separate the ball into different sections or slices, that cut it into pieces. For me they would represent the stages and experiences I’ve gone through in my life and just like the basketball you have to have all of those pieces there to get to be what I am today.
For my basketball to retain it’s shape, it must be pumped up with air. I also tend to be very pumped up, or better, conceited. I am many times overconfident, and undoubting in my actual ability to do things. I also can come off as full of hot air because of my confidence. Yet I don’t claim to be perfect myself, just like my basketball has little scuffs and scratches on it from it’s life, so do I. We both have our flaws, and our little mistakes, some of which are obvious, and others only obvious to those who know us the best. I am the only one who uses my basketball, and so I know where it’s scuffs are and where it’s best to hold it for a shot. I am the same way, only those who really talk to me, and look at all of me, and experience all parts of my personality, they are the only ones who really know me.
The basketball also has a lot of grip to it. For me, I have a tendency to hold on to friendships. I keep in touch with people all the way back to elementary school. I also tend to be a little bit of a pack rat, holding on to old papers, or old projects that I think I may be able to reference one day. A basketball is also very bouncy. I am a very happy person, normally not having a care in the world. I tend to bounce to one thing to another, without worries.
The color of my basketball is orange and in my opinion this is the most random and bizarre color. The orange color would most likely represent me when I do random things. Every once in a while I will say something or do something, and even surprise myself not knowing where it came from, or why I did it. Orange also is an attention grabbing color, that tends to stick out. I also stick out in a lot of ways. The fact that I am Mormon, have real blonde hair, and blue eyes, and my height all make me stick out.
Without a little bit of help, or energy inserted into a basketball it will not move and be utterly useless. This also represents me perfectly. I have a bad tendency for being lazy, and putting things off for later. The use of a basketball is for entertaining people, both those who play with it, or watch those playing with it. I also really enjoy keeping people entertained, by having fun, or making jokes. I would not say I am the life of a party, but I’m very confident that I don’t hurt the party.
On my basketball is the word “PERFECTION”. I don’t always strive to be perfect, but when I decide on doing something and really want to do it, I then come as close to perfection as possible. Also on the basketball are black lines, that band around it. They separate the ball into different sections or slices, that cut it into pieces. For me they would represent the stages and experiences I’ve gone through in my life and just like the basketball you have to have all of those pieces there to get to be what I am today.
For my basketball to retain it’s shape, it must be pumped up with air. I also tend to be very pumped up, or better, conceited. I am many times overconfident, and undoubting in my actual ability to do things. I also can come off as full of hot air because of my confidence. Yet I don’t claim to be perfect myself, just like my basketball has little scuffs and scratches on it from it’s life, so do I. We both have our flaws, and our little mistakes, some of which are obvious, and others only obvious to those who know us the best. I am the only one who uses my basketball, and so I know where it’s scuffs are and where it’s best to hold it for a shot. I am the same way, only those who really talk to me, and look at all of me, and experience all parts of my personality, they are the only ones who really know me.