<p>What makes you a unique individual </p>
<pre><code>During the time that I have spent filling the pages of this 70 sheet notebook out I have found myself writing about ridiculous things just to find which one represents me as a person, shows more about me, my dad, my past, work, my hometown, my sisters, my friends, things that bother me, things that I love, haunting experiences, fears, food, and single moments in my life that may have affected me but I tend to never think about them. A plain puzzle of 1500 pieces I started working on, frustrated, showed me that everything about myself was laid out, needing to be put together.
I had the wrong piece in my hand, tried jamming it into spaces too small, turned it, twisted it, but the correct piece was directly below it. Out of all the tiny pieces, some were upside down, some lay on top of others, and some you could only see the cardboard back to them, unknown to what they would reveal. This was the exact mess that was lying in front of me as I wrote. In order to solve the puzzle, I had to do right, not just in an orderly way, but a way that worked for myself.
I flipped over all the pieces, and spread them out across my dining room table able to see them more clearly. I organized them by characteristics, color, and where I think they might belong. I had to look at the big picture plastered on to the box more than I spent staring at the jumbled up mixture of tiny pieces. I had to start to put it together in sections at first, then go back and scan to see what I had been missing. But by the time I had finished the puzzle, it showed that every piece had a place. Every piece had been there all along only waiting to be discovered, maybe hiding under another, or dropped onto the floor when I hadnt noticed.
Dumping out the box I could see all the obvious things about me, the ones face up on the table, the edges that make up the border. I play tennis, I have three sisters, I like to draw, read, and as much as it is frustrating me right now, write. There is never a moment when I do not have chapstick on my lips, or a tube in my pocket. The underground rap that I listen to, and the converses I wear on my feet are things that anyone spending a day with me could easily find out. Writing down things helps me to organize all my thoughts inside my head, much like the puzzle I was working on.
All the flipped over pieces were waiting to be discovered. Were they parts to the chair? The flowers? When I wake up in the morning I immediately grab my ipod and look up the interpretation to the objects I visualize in my dreams, to discover more about my subconscious thoughts. I check my horoscope to see how my day will turn out, I wonder about each individual nutrient I will consume today, and what I will have for dinner tonight. I am in constant wonder to how I will accomplish all the tasks I have to do in one day. I love school; I never wake up dreading it. I want to learn about exactly how people learn, Epistemology. I wonder how other people are waking up. I compile my list of places I plan to visit within the next ten years of my life: France, Spain, Japan, Indiana, and Colorado. I hate wasting my time. On vacation I try to do the most productive things. When I have nothing to do, I research. I look up things that I always wanted to know about. I teach myself things. There are things that I like to learn on my own, rather than being instructed by a family member or friend. I get excited over the simplest things like going to the beach, receiving mail, grocery shopping, eating out, or going into the city. I have three sisters. I want a lot of kids, 5, maybe 8. I am setting myself up for disorganization, chaos, no time for myself to ever relax. But this is exactly how the puzzle is, out of order, scattered, a mess, yet all the pieces fit together to make something beautiful that we will be able to glue together and frame for others to see. All the pieces of me would benefit your school greatly. You may never know unless you see the pieces as a whole.
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