Descriptive Essay: Who I Am

Amanda Rae Argueta
Descriptive Essay I am every bit the teenager that thinks she’s unique, and every bit the young-adult that many rely on. I have my Father’s creative mind and my Mother’s rollercoaster emotions. Although my traits come from someone somewhere, when they combine I am every bit unique in my own little ways. I excel in many creative and artistic things like my dad. We work well with our hands in creating, building, and even fixing things. We can build model cars in under an hour, fix and engine in a day, and can draw almost anything that comes to our minds. I am so much like him that the infamous saying “You’re just like your father” is said one too many times, especially for an 18 year old girl. But just as I get my creative side from him, I also get my love to argue and be in a debate. Many say opposites attract, but on the other hand, those who are too much alike repel and tend to butt heads. Well that is basically me and my dad. Although we are very much alike with our mannerisms, we differ in the way we view things. This is usually how our arguments begin. I generally get my views from my mom. From my mom I get my roller coaster emotions. We wear our hearts on our sleeves and are quick to retreat from confrontations. The smallest thing can make us cry, like the death of a character on our favorite television show. Also the smallest thing can send us off the edge, like my brother’s inability to be kind. We have the ability to take the silliest situation and blow it way out of proportion. But these combined create the person I am today. With their traits combined in me plus my little touch of being an oddball create the uniqueness of Amanda Rae Argueta. I can’t have one trait without the other. My emotions given to me by my mother depict the talent at the given time given to me by my father. Let me explain, when I’m angry is usually when you can find my knocking off math questions from my Calculus homework. Or when I’m sad I do my crafts like making bracelets for friends or drawing abstract pieces. I even sometimes write poems that even I doubt I wrote. The only downfall with this is I am never sad for an extreme amount of time so most of my projects are pushed to the back burner. Sometimes for days, weeks, or years, sometimes forever. In my happiness and complete bliss is when who I am comes to the surface. I am the nerdy geek of the family that reads novels for fun and plays MMORPGs like my life depended on it. When I’m happy my own little trait comes out. That’s usually when my dad accuses me of being the Mailman’s kid. Which is funny because for as long as I’ve known it’s been a Mailwoman. In the end, I may be my father’s kid some days, or my mother’s the others, and the Mailman’s kid in between days, neither of my parents can deny me as theirs. I am a creative genius with an emotional problem, but there is always that little twist of me.