I kind of took a different take on the identity activity in class: my free-writing was more about who I am, and my poem was more about identity in general.Most people call me Danielle, but I have many other names. When my mother says it, a slight French accent comes through. My last name? Not so sure- they made a mistake on my father’s birth certificate. I’m twenty, but about twenty-one if you include womb time. About me: I dislike cilantro, the sound of seagulls, and loud typing in the library. I like the smoothness of avocados, the touch of waves, and the smell of toasted walnut tea. I’ve been here two years and I’m learning to love the rain. I’ve been here two years and I’m still deciding what to do. I want to be able to do something that I love. To be able to wake up on black-coffee, heavy-lidded days and still feel that nervous energy. I’m in science but sometimes I dream of art school. Sketching. Sculpting. Mostly painting. I’m not unsatisfied where I am. I’m thankful. Thankful because most people don’t get a chance to do what I’m doing now- no matter the copious amount of black-coffee, heavy-lidded mornings.A body, a vesselPumping blood, living- I supposeI think oftentimes I takethis pumpingthis coursingthis moving inside me as an excuse. ‘This is how I am living,’I say,‘This is why I am who I am.’But a body is a bodyAnd we all have brains, bones, and blood.And if this is living-Then we are all one.No, that is not what it meansTo wake up at six amAnd breathe the early airDrink the bitter coffee And step out beyond the front door.This thing inside,it keeps us moving,it forces us outside ourselvesto be who we are, like- and unlike- each other.
I've also dreamed of art school. I've never been much of a painter in art class, never though of art as my fortay.My creative only began to blossom when I discovered sculpting and ceramics. Something about it just made me happy. I would walk into the class and time would slow, everything else just faded away. But back to reality, I see that art school might not be my cup of tea. I've never experienced the type of schedule and structure art school has to offer. I've been given too much freedom in art during high school (and I do mean full freedom) that I've grown used to it too much.Right now, I'm still continuing to find myself and my place in the world. And thanks for sharing Danielle.
People always say university is a journey in finding what would be best for oneself. But as much as university is a place for "soul searching", often times I find myself lost within the busyness of it all. The assignments, the projects, the midterms and exams; there isn't much time left for one to truly stop and discover who they are. I'm sure I'm not the only one going through stress and depression; in fact, I'm betting most of the people that I interact with are undergoing a lot of pain just like I am. I feel like university has been such a burden on me that I've lost who I really am. I am who I am.I am the girl that goes to school every daysame routine over and over againas if what she did really mattered.I am who I am.I’m the girl that wished her dreams came trueto be up on stage shining like the starsjust like she would be in the showersI am who I am.I am the girl that wants to make her family proudso she puts a front up to be braveto be strongto be the girl her family thinks and wants her to be.I am who I am. I am the girl that wakes up in the middle of the night cryingsobbingbarely breathingbecause she can’t handle it anymore.I am who I am.So,Who am I?
Hey Ashley, Your ideas about identity really speak to me. I think you have nailed it right on the head. It is so easy to feel lost and stressed in the busyness of university. I have this feeling all the time, and it is comforting to know that there are others out there experiencing the same thing.
Hi Ashley, I really see the perspective you're coming from since I have that feeling most of the time too. Before, I had a pretty concrete assurance of who I was. Now in university, as I continually question and discover, I feel I've lost the person I once was. The question I've been asking myself: “Who am I?” usually results in comments like, “I don't know anymore.” and “Bother me later, I'm busy with life right now.” Maybe we're just adjusting to all these changes and activities in our environment right now, and sooner or later our inner self will catch up to our present self. Hopefully this will satisfy the need to discovery ourselves.I'm not sure if this comment makes sense anymore...late night revelations might become disconnected thoughts in the morning.
I had a very different take on the word 'Identity'. I have to memorizeall that lies in front of my eyes.A bunch of trig identity.Do you still not pity me?cos squared xplus sine squared x,is one.All the sinesand cosines,make me thinkmath is magnificent.cos squared xplus sine squared x,is one.But it is a liemath will make you die.Numbers, letters, shapes and symbolsMake it look really simplecos squared xplus sine squared x,is one.Pity the life of an engineer.Work all day,with no play.Pity the life of an engineerRohail Hassan
Hi Rohall,I really like your poem! It's an interesting aspect of your identity to focus on and very different from the other poems being posted. Definitely true though. Awesome :)
Embrace the life of an engineer!Maybe that's just me though, because I'm one of those people who love math, including trig identities. Love the poem though. It's very creative :D-Andrew Moon
I believe identity is ever changing, shifting with the days, as an individual grows and changes. It may even shift from moment to moment, depending on who is around and the context of the situation. I believe with every new experience your identity changes a bit each time. Personally, as I made the transition away from home into a big city my identity changed. I didn’t realize it at the time, but now after going home after a semester of being away at school I have noticed the change. Maybe it’s not a change at all, maybe it’s simply not noticing the characteristics until they are no longer the “norm”. At home in my small town, I saw myself as a friend, a daughter, a sister, a girlfriend and an athlete. At UBC I am part of the Kin family and part of Cariboo house. I am a country girl at heart, living my dreams in a big city. I am independent. To my parents I am a daughterTo my brother I am a sisterTo my friend’s I am wild and carefreeTo me I am all of these thingsI am a UBC Kinner I am an athlete and a country girlI am a small townI am a big cityI have no boundariesI am not burdened with ties I am independentI am me.
Who am I?I believe that identity has a lot to do with what people decide to accept as a part of their thoughts and beliefs. Surely, the environment in which people are exposed to has a lot to do with their personal identity. However, just as one can choose to resist temptation to eat that delicious candy bar from Seven Eleven, I believe that people can choose which part of the environment they want to use to define themselves. My identity is not what culture, religion, family, or friends bestow upon me, but rather what mental filters I choose to implement as a part of my daily thought process.A poet is definitely not a part of my identity, but I tried an Haiku.Who are you and I?We screen what will define us.Like coffee filters.-Andrew Moon
My poem on identity:I am bombarded by questionsWho are you?Why are you here?What is your purpose?When will you start living your life?I ask myselfHow do I answer these questions?I don’t know who I amOr why I am hereOr what my purpose isI can’t answer these questionsThere is so much I don’t knowBut I do know somethingI have started living my lifePerhaps I will never knowHow to completely answer Those first three questionsAnd perhaps that in itself is a part my identityNever knowing exactly who I amOr why I am hereOr what my purpose isBut grasping that despiteAll of the unknownI am living
I look backExpecting you to be behind me.You wave, fading away in the distance.Who am I?I continue walking down this road of life,Unable to turn back and alter time.I continue walking,Looking for myself at every step.
Hi jru! I really enjoyed your poem. It was short, yet detailed and beautiful. I also like the use of second person in the poem.It left me mysterious on if this reflects your past or just a share of your imagination.Thank you for sharing!
We can’t choose where we come from but we can choose where we go from there. From a child till now I think I have changed who I am. We all grow and develop; it is in our nature but some characteristics stay within. I come from a country that is likely the opposite environment of Canada. The characteristics that most the citizens of China have are hardworking un-wealthy and street smart. If my family and I did not immigrate to Canada back in 1996 then I would too have grown up to that sort of identity. It is what differentiates me from the rest of the world. It is unique in my own way that no one will know jut by judging the book by its cover. Gene and environment interactions shape our identity. I have the genes of a Chinese identity, which is a lot from my Western culture identity. The Chinese identity is very cultural and traditional. There are proper ways to certain things. On the contrary, I have learned that the Western culture of Canada has a whole variety of different ways to approach situations or to not even deal with the situation at all. It is very “go with the flow”. I like how I can have best of both worlds of cultural identity. When I am around my friends I can be more Canadian like and when I am at home, I can be more traditional and learn more about my original culture. I did not choose to come from China but it turned out great because I did get to choose where I went from there and I am happy with the decision. Who I am Easily I can be identified as a girl Secondly I would be classified as Asian But they don’t know me They don’t know where I come from I have values that no one knowsI have an identity that hasn’t been shared It is my business and not theirsI careHow I represent myselfHow I show the world That my identity is importantIt is what I believe in It is my culture It is my lifeNo one can see that easily in me
What are we?We are what we determine ourselves to beWe are what we eat, some might say.Or we are what we do each dayBut what we truly areIs defined by what we think.Not by IQ tests written in inkNot by school report cards mailed homeBut what we truly believe, we are when we were aloneSo what we are, what we doCan only really be decided by you
Hello Hans!I found your poem very interesting and pleasant to read! There was one section of the poem that left me wondering,In the last two lines of the poem, are you trying to say that our true identity is effected by the people in our everyday-lives? If so, I completely agree. I've seen and experienced change due to the people in my environment. I enjoyed your poem!Keep it up.
If you give me shape,you ruin my identity.I am constantly changing;a constant oscillation of matter.growing, moving, flowingAdapting to my surroundings;at times to blend in, at times to stand out.I am a storm;leaving parts of myself scattered,picking up new pieces as i go.Becoming connected to everything I touch,to all that touches me.Leaving behind but never forgetting,the past engraved within me,remembering what I've left.Following where the winds take me, but controlling my path when I wish.growing, moving, flowingLike an oscillation of matter,I am constantly changing.You ruin my identity,if you try to give me shape.
Who am I? Standing tall in a large empty roomPondering life’s true meaningI try to find myself Slowly the room fills My beliefs, values, and artifactsBegin to drown out The sounds of my own thoughtsAs they are me My actions and my words
Who am I?Would you care to know?I am who I am And I’m hoping to growI’m not perfect now, Never will beBut all through my life, I’ll always be meTake it or leave itWhatever you doI’ll be meYou, be you.