About Me My Vignette: Rachel is a very popular name. I know another girl in my grade named Rachel Timpson. I call her the smarter and prettier Rachel. I have yet to meet an unintelligent Rachel. In Hebrew my first name Rachel, means “ewe” which is a female lamb. My first and middle name is Rachel Leigh which comes from the old testament and is from the two sisters; Rachel and Leigha. They herded sheep for their father, hence why the name means ewe. Ironically though, I am not a religious person nor do I go to church.
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Who does society tell you to be?: Society tells me that I have to go to college. If I don’t go to college I will be unsuccessful in life. But I also question them by asking, “Why won’t I be successful?” and “What does it mean to be successful?” to which I never get a factual answer, it is more of an opinion. I have heard derogatory remarks of this from my school counselors, teachers, and other adults. There are plenty of well paying jobs that require no college education. Of course a high school diploma is highly sought after but other than that, what can I piece of paper get me more of than a learned skill or trade.
Who are you really?: I am really introverted and shy. I crave to be outgoing but my social anxiety gets in the way. I absolutely hate it when strangers are being too nice because I’ve been stabbed in the back before. Which leads onto the next part which is that I’m not very trustworthy of others. What I mean by that is that I am very loyal but I don’t trust others unless I know them very well. I only have one friend because she has been with me for years; through “hell and back”. I have trust issues to the point it is unhealthy.
Who do you want to be?: I want to finally be happy. I hate suffering from my depression everyday. I do go to therapy but it doesn’t really help. I know that I have to move out of this state to even remotely start feeling better. I want to finally graduate so I don’t have to deal with ignorant and immature people anymore (and I’m not just referring to the students, most of the teachers and administration are worse).
Who are you really?: I am really introverted and shy. I crave to be outgoing but my social anxiety gets in the way. I absolutely hate it when strangers are being too nice because I’ve been stabbed in the back before. Which leads onto the next part which is that I’m not very trustworthy of others. What I mean by that is that I am very loyal but I don’t trust others unless I know them very well. I only have one friend because she has been with me for years; through “hell and back”. I have trust issues to the point it is unhealthy.
Who do you want to be?: I want to finally be happy. I hate suffering from my depression everyday. I do go to therapy but it doesn’t really help. I know that I have to move out of this state to even remotely start feeling better. I want to finally graduate so I don’t have to deal with ignorant and immature people anymore (and I’m not just referring to the students, most of the teachers and administration are worse).
"I Am From" Poem
I am from soap; from Dial hand soap to Bath and Body Works shower gel.
I am from the beige speckled apartment complex. (a detail about your home – a smell, taste, or feel)
I am from the roses.
The quaking aspen tree.
whose long gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.
I’m from celebrating Halloween and hard work.
From (father) Robert and (niece) Jade.
I’m from dinners in front of the tv and ice cream for dessert
and from sharing chores.
I’m from “get good grades” and “speak up”
and The Star Spangled Banner.
I’m from going to Catholic Mass every Sunday.
I’m from Utah and Slovakia, Germany, and Okinawa (Japan).
Sushi and Baklava.
From my mother’s arrival to the United States in 1969 from Okinawa (Japan).
Pictures from my time playing hockey and riding my dad’s Harley.
My father’s USMC awards and memorabilia from when he served hidden under my bed.
I am from soap; from Dial hand soap to Bath and Body Works shower gel.
I am from the beige speckled apartment complex. (a detail about your home – a smell, taste, or feel)
I am from the roses.
The quaking aspen tree.
whose long gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.
I’m from celebrating Halloween and hard work.
From (father) Robert and (niece) Jade.
I’m from dinners in front of the tv and ice cream for dessert
and from sharing chores.
I’m from “get good grades” and “speak up”
and The Star Spangled Banner.
I’m from going to Catholic Mass every Sunday.
I’m from Utah and Slovakia, Germany, and Okinawa (Japan).
Sushi and Baklava.
From my mother’s arrival to the United States in 1969 from Okinawa (Japan).
Pictures from my time playing hockey and riding my dad’s Harley.
My father’s USMC awards and memorabilia from when he served hidden under my bed.