Who Am I?
I've been trying lately to define me, and that as anyone knows is a nearly impossible task. Who am I? Is it my experiences that define me, or my choices? College is a time to define yourself so here it goes. Please note that I am constantly under revision so do not take this to be final.
I am the person who has danced the Macarena with a past CEO of Apple, the CEO of Vecna, the inventor of the Ethernet, and more, in front of more people than I care to count. Its likely someone has this on video, and photographs are a sure bet. I shall do my best to burn them if they are found. I have gone careening through an empty parking lot on top of a rolling table. I've been inside a space shuttle, on the top of a launch pad, and stood under an Atlas rocket. I dream so much, my head is stuck in the clouds. I took a leap of faith and went to a school under construction. I've eaten lunch with Jack Hanna, and heard Gloria Steinem speak. I know enough about NASA history people have said "don't even bother arguing with her". I drove around for weeks with a robot in the back of my car, leaving people unable to ride in it. I've mucked horse stalls more times that I've cleaned my room, and I'd still rather muck a stall. I may be over the age of 15, but I still want a pony (in chestnut, please). I’m a sucker for a chestnut horse. I'm still afraid that a monster may jump out of my closet and get me one night even though he's been vanquished from under my bed. I enjoy the company of animals. Horses taught me patience, and slowed me down. Dogs taught me to enjoy simple things. Flight fascinates me. Growing up scares me. I love galloping down dirt roads for no reason at all. I try to smile at every chance, even when life hands me a bowl of lemons. I've been called a "fire cracker" and the girl with the most guts around here, even though I feel like a chicken half of the time. I figure time and experience will fix this problem. I'm green around the edges, and even though I appear to know what I'm doing, I really don't. I'd rather help others than myself. I’ve set off a model rocket engine while holding it in a leather man, losing all of my arm hair in the process. I’ve also launched model rockets with a 9V battery and wires a foot long. I’m amazed I’m still alive. I think I know what I want to do with life, but the idea of knowing what I'll be doing scares me. I play chase with my Jack Russell Terrier, and am just as hard headed as she is. I'm constantly afraid I'm wrong, or am harming someone in some way. I hate disappointing people. One person tries to see how many times in a weekend he is able to make me blush. He also knows the progression in which my face turns red and will happily give you a running commentary. I'll try my hardest as long as I have proof something matters. I may have grown up in a big city, but I’m a small town girl at heart. I have a strange love of pickup trucks (4WD, diesel is the only way to go). I respect people who do their jobs professionally despite adversity and face diversity head on. I respect them more so if they help others accomplish their goals.
I also can only hope I’m half of the person my dad wanted me to be.
I am the person who has danced the Macarena with a past CEO of Apple, the CEO of Vecna, the inventor of the Ethernet, and more, in front of more people than I care to count. Its likely someone has this on video, and photographs are a sure bet. I shall do my best to burn them if they are found. I have gone careening through an empty parking lot on top of a rolling table. I've been inside a space shuttle, on the top of a launch pad, and stood under an Atlas rocket. I dream so much, my head is stuck in the clouds. I took a leap of faith and went to a school under construction. I've eaten lunch with Jack Hanna, and heard Gloria Steinem speak. I know enough about NASA history people have said "don't even bother arguing with her". I drove around for weeks with a robot in the back of my car, leaving people unable to ride in it. I've mucked horse stalls more times that I've cleaned my room, and I'd still rather muck a stall. I may be over the age of 15, but I still want a pony (in chestnut, please). I’m a sucker for a chestnut horse. I'm still afraid that a monster may jump out of my closet and get me one night even though he's been vanquished from under my bed. I enjoy the company of animals. Horses taught me patience, and slowed me down. Dogs taught me to enjoy simple things. Flight fascinates me. Growing up scares me. I love galloping down dirt roads for no reason at all. I try to smile at every chance, even when life hands me a bowl of lemons. I've been called a "fire cracker" and the girl with the most guts around here, even though I feel like a chicken half of the time. I figure time and experience will fix this problem. I'm green around the edges, and even though I appear to know what I'm doing, I really don't. I'd rather help others than myself. I’ve set off a model rocket engine while holding it in a leather man, losing all of my arm hair in the process. I’ve also launched model rockets with a 9V battery and wires a foot long. I’m amazed I’m still alive. I think I know what I want to do with life, but the idea of knowing what I'll be doing scares me. I play chase with my Jack Russell Terrier, and am just as hard headed as she is. I'm constantly afraid I'm wrong, or am harming someone in some way. I hate disappointing people. One person tries to see how many times in a weekend he is able to make me blush. He also knows the progression in which my face turns red and will happily give you a running commentary. I'll try my hardest as long as I have proof something matters. I may have grown up in a big city, but I’m a small town girl at heart. I have a strange love of pickup trucks (4WD, diesel is the only way to go). I respect people who do their jobs professionally despite adversity and face diversity head on. I respect them more so if they help others accomplish their goals.
I also can only hope I’m half of the person my dad wanted me to be.