How I Want to be Remembered When I Leave High School
Each of us in Batch 2007 of UP High is a very unique individual. Not one character is entirely the same as the other. And that makes this batch very special. We all complement each other that makes us all one.
Leaving high school would not be very easy for me. In my high school life, is where I found my real self, my real self that most of them accepted and appreciated. I know that I’m the kind of person that is very difficult to be appreciated. It would take a very great patience to understand a Christine Marie Nolasco. I consider myself as a very deep person. If you would judge me directly and you won’t give yourself the chance to get to know me better, you really would not like me and you would miss one half of you life for not knowing me. My personality is very complex. You would not see my real identity in those smiles, laughs and unkind words that I give out everyday. You have to dig deep and seek out the real me. And it would take years to be able to do that. Believe me; it would really take that long. That is how covered I am. The usual first impression of the people on me is that I am very “maldita”. Well, I won’t say that I’m not, but that is not the only thing that is in me. When I leave high school, I want my batch mates to remember the real me; not someone who is very “maldita”, but someone who is very kind, sweet and passionate. We had this activity in our Public Speaking Class. We were tasked to make a Juhari’s Window for ourselves. There we wrote something about our free self, the part of our selves that is known by everyone. We also had to write something about our private self, a part of us that is not known by others, only by ourselves. The blind self was also included. This is our part that is only known by others and not by us. There was also a part that only God knows, things about us that we don’t know and others also don’t know. In my free self these were my description of myself: fun to be with, bossy, funny, entertaining, wise, friendly, moody, confident, talented, strong-willed and cheerful. Well, they are partly true, but sometimes I don’t find myself fit to those descriptions. In my blind self, these were the description of my friends: I love and care for my family so much(it is so amazing that I did not know about this one), a very organized person, caring, weird, diligent, sweet, insensitive(correct!), close minded(not that much). In my hidden self, these are the things that I wrote: insecure, knows how to handle money, benevolent, merciful, “selfish”, a very good secret keeper, confusing, foolish, patient and impulsive. Many people think that I am very confident about myself and that I look at myself as someone who is indomitable, this is their biggest mistake. If they only know how much I needed someone to cry on; someone hat could be my source of strength and someone who will not consider me as a wonderwoman. Sometimes I just want to be like a child, someone who needs someone by there side. I love how my friends look at me, but I would greatly appreciate it if they could see the feeble part of me. It is so complicated when people think that you are very strong. Just a simple insight from within me, strong persons are the most difficult person to understand.
Each of us in Batch 2007 of UP High is a very unique individual. Not one character is entirely the same as the other. And that makes this batch very special. We all complement each other that makes us all one.
Leaving high school would not be very easy for me. In my high school life, is where I found my real self, my real self that most of them accepted and appreciated. I know that I’m the kind of person that is very difficult to be appreciated. It would take a very great patience to understand a Christine Marie Nolasco. I consider myself as a very deep person. If you would judge me directly and you won’t give yourself the chance to get to know me better, you really would not like me and you would miss one half of you life for not knowing me. My personality is very complex. You would not see my real identity in those smiles, laughs and unkind words that I give out everyday. You have to dig deep and seek out the real me. And it would take years to be able to do that. Believe me; it would really take that long. That is how covered I am. The usual first impression of the people on me is that I am very “maldita”. Well, I won’t say that I’m not, but that is not the only thing that is in me. When I leave high school, I want my batch mates to remember the real me; not someone who is very “maldita”, but someone who is very kind, sweet and passionate. We had this activity in our Public Speaking Class. We were tasked to make a Juhari’s Window for ourselves. There we wrote something about our free self, the part of our selves that is known by everyone. We also had to write something about our private self, a part of us that is not known by others, only by ourselves. The blind self was also included. This is our part that is only known by others and not by us. There was also a part that only God knows, things about us that we don’t know and others also don’t know. In my free self these were my description of myself: fun to be with, bossy, funny, entertaining, wise, friendly, moody, confident, talented, strong-willed and cheerful. Well, they are partly true, but sometimes I don’t find myself fit to those descriptions. In my blind self, these were the description of my friends: I love and care for my family so much(it is so amazing that I did not know about this one), a very organized person, caring, weird, diligent, sweet, insensitive(correct!), close minded(not that much). In my hidden self, these are the things that I wrote: insecure, knows how to handle money, benevolent, merciful, “selfish”, a very good secret keeper, confusing, foolish, patient and impulsive. Many people think that I am very confident about myself and that I look at myself as someone who is indomitable, this is their biggest mistake. If they only know how much I needed someone to cry on; someone hat could be my source of strength and someone who will not consider me as a wonderwoman. Sometimes I just want to be like a child, someone who needs someone by there side. I love how my friends look at me, but I would greatly appreciate it if they could see the feeble part of me. It is so complicated when people think that you are very strong. Just a simple insight from within me, strong persons are the most difficult person to understand.
That’s just me! Hope they will never forget me…
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