Olivia's Post

Whenever I hear people talking badly about people in a conversation that I am a part of, I usually defend that person that they are talking about. I'm over making fun of people, because I know what it feels like and it's not a good feeling. Most of the stuff people say isn't even true, and then other people hear it and they spread it around, and the whole story has turned completely upside down being tossed around from person to person. What I usually say is, "What's wrong with that person?" or "What have they ever done to you?" Usually the person on the other end just shrugs, because truely there is nothing wrong with the person, and most likely they haven't done anything to them. That person who talks about people and makes life miserable for another person, is just plain mean, and actually unhappy with themselves, so they have to put others down to make themselves feel better. When that person hears what's being said about them, this huge wave of all different emotions comes. Anger, sadness, confusion, and they don't know how to deal with them, and the think of getting revenge, but realize it's just not worth it.

Caroline's post

This past summer I traveled with a People2People program to Europe for three weeks, one of which was spent in Italy. While we were in Italy, we participated in a workshop about trust and confidence. After many group activities, there was a challenge that tested our new skills. Next thing I knew, I was standing on the roof of a 100ft. castle watchtower, which I was supposed to repel down. I was in the second to last group to go, and just watching the others fall off the tower onto nothing frightened me. Some people couldn’t do it and had to take the six or so flights of stairs down. When it was my turn, I promised myself I would do this and just held onto the rope as tight as possible. Soon as I was off the ledge, I realized that it was really fun.  Through this, I went out of my comfort zone enough to create a positive experience.  That was a moment I will never forget.

Zack's Post

I apologize that this is late. I guess that means that I am late. Since the moment you opened this page I have been late, and as you read this and I stress the point ad nauseum, I am late. But as soon as you leave the computer I will cease to be late and become something else. But that is only one of six billion different mes in existence at this moment, one for every person alive. To some of them I am someone real who they can picture in their heads. To all the rest though, I am faceless, or at least with a face not my own, and am little more than a statistic, one of six billion other nameless, faceless people. Each of us, in the small group now, pictures me differently. I can not say how everyone pictures me but I can draw up a version of myself. Tall and lean, no longer gangly, with long dark hair, I am often slightly stooped talking to shorter people but do not slouch, part of an inner pride and sense of equality if not superiority. Smart, both in long winded analytical abilities but also what one might call quick witted. Sense of humor aside, actually, especially in regard to humor, cynical to a fault, though I do try to conceal it around adults and teacher. With the cynicism I have no patients for stupidity or people who interrupt me to ask what a word I just used means. I do though read voraciously and have adopted a large vocabulary. I could go on, but this is far to long as it is, and I have started to think with a British accent (not good). So on that note: I am done being late.

Wendell's Post

Like Parker, I am me. I am a fourteen year old 9th grader. I like to play soccer and snowboard. I like to talk and hang out with my friends. There is only one me.

Anna

Like Tristan, I have been pondering this topic all week. For five or six days, I have been thinking about the question at hand, however the truth is, five or six days is not enough time to answer such a question. On a very basic level, I do know who I am. I'm very aware of my morals, my values, my wants and my needs. I'm nervous to get my letters of acceptance from boarding schools, I'm scared of the ending that is coming up for all of us faster than we like to admit, and I'm really hoping for a snow day tomorrow. On a grander scale, and I know that I think summer in New England more than anything in the world, and that love is the answer for every nearly question life will throw at us. However, there is another part of me I have yet to discover, a part of me that will remain in the depths of my soul for a long time. We all have an undiscovered section of our hearts, and I hope that I will one day be able to uncover the mystery that is Anna Holt. I hope to get to know myself.

Parker

I am Parker Verhoeff. I am 15 years old, I absolutely love music and sports. I play the drums, and I play lacrosse. I am me. I believe, that is what defines me. That's all you need, to answer a question like this. Everyone is trying to make this question more complicated than it has to be. I know who I am. I am a brother, a drummer, an athlete, an uncle, a cousin, a son, but most of all I am me.

Rashad's Post

Who am I? I'm Me. Who are you? You're not Me. I'm Me.

Tristan's Post!!

Who am I? This question has plagued me all week, and when I am forced to write an answer on Sunday afternoon, I still can't think of one that does justice to this question. Admittedly, I did write a speech on this (or the likes of). At long last, I have come to the conclusion that I am who you think I am. By "You" I don't mean some proverbial "you" referring to society grouped into one person, I mean you. The reader. You. This is only because you decide who I am to you, yourself. I may be a different person to him/her (okay, "him" doesn't refer to a single person.) People do what they do, but this doesn't make them who they are, it is how you perceive them that makes them who they are. Because you are the center of the universe as you perceive it, everything revolves around you (I am not being sarcastic), and all things are defined by you. I am who I am to myself, but that is irrelevant to you, the questioner.

Hannah's Post

Who am I? Well, I know that currently I am the girl who is best friends with her ipod, likes the Jonas Brothers despite what everyone else thinks and loves being with her friends and family. I know that tomorrow this may all change, and I am ok with that. I really don't know how much of myself I actually know and that is part of growing up. Actually, I can promise you that 20 years from now I still won't know myself and I i'll just have to accept it.

Who I am

I hate to sound repetitive by agreeing with everyone else how we don't know who we are, so I simply won't. I think the best way to describe myself is, "I am not you." We have all these labels for people, be them social status of jock, geek, psychotic, but even further is our names, serial codes that aren't even our preference. Maybe I wanted to be David. I'm not sure. But I do know that my label slapped onto my back says "KIMO GRAY: HANDEL WITH CAUTION." I'm an obnoxious, incongruous, equilibrating, dumb genius who's an aspiring virtuoso with his head in the clouds. Is that you? No. I didn't think so. Good day.

Lydia's Post

I used to think I knew exactly who I was. Last year was an amazing year: I got to know people I had never talked to before, I became closer with my existing friends, and had an all-around wonderful year. If you spoke to me then, I would probably tell you I knew exactly who I was. I would say that I was comfortable with myself and my flaws, that I loved my friends and family, and all about my hopes for the future. Looking back, I am still that person, but I am also a thousand other things. When I look at myself, I see someone who is quiet, loud, annoying, calm, outgoing, shy, secretive, friendly, open, short, and so many other things. How can I know who I am if who I think I am keeps changing?

Olivia's Post

I have a pin that says, "So I'm Me", but I really don't know who I am. I only know the small things. For example I know my feelings right now: I'm excited for England, but scared that something bad might happen, I'm happy for my going away party tomorrow, and happy that after I write this I will only have to study for Math. I also know what I'm wearing right now: I'm wearing a black and white pin striped vest, with a bunch of pins that I made out of bottle caps, and my flower pin, my "smile" pin and my So I'm Me pin, over a black shirt with a killer whale that says "What Are You Looking At?", and black and pink bandana, jeans, black and white vans and an Ed Hardy that says "Love Kills Slowly" with a chain. That's all I know about myself right now. If people saw the out-fit I was wearing, some people would think it's weird, or maybe they would like it and say that it shows who I am, which is true in way, but clothes don't make the person. some people would say, I'm weird but in a good way, the way I always have a million different laughs, and facial expressions, and the weird moises I make and the silly little things I do, but they make up who I am. Also a few other things I know are that I'm fiteen years old, four foot eleven inches tall, I have blue eyes, light brown hair and one thing that people might not know is that I have glasses, but I don't wear them that often. I love, music, chocaolate, Lacrosse, snowboarding, my dog, and my very interesting family.

Kyle's Post

I simply can't answer the question "Who are you?" I don't have enough time to figure it out. I know my name, what I like to eat, what makes me laugh, what hobbies interest me, but I have no idea who I am. I am just another kid that goes to school, has friends, plays sports, sleeps, eats, dreams. I am just another someone out of the no ones here on earth and I prefer to keep it that way.

Timmy's Post

When asked the question, "Who are you?", how can I possibly answer without giving a physical or mental description. To say that I like lacrosse or that I am 14 years old are useless if you think about it. They mean something now, but will they in 10 years? 20 years? Your interests change, your personality can change, basically everything can change. Basically, I am what I make myself. I am defined by the memories that I have or am in. Times past will be forever stored somewhere, and only those can make someone who they are. The the answer to my true self is found in my past, my present, and my future, and it can only be accessed through the mind.

Gabe's Post

I have been alive for 14 years and I only have a faint description for this question. Who am I? I am a growing individual. I have changed drastically since I came to Pine Point. I have gone from loving rap music, to loving techno, to loving rock, to loving heavy metal and funk. I have had my hair gratuitously long, unnecessarily short, and just about everything in between. The truth is, I may have an answer for you right now, but in a matter of months it could be drastically different. Right now, I am Gabe; a heavy metal loving energetic sporadic bassplaying goalie/baller from Westerly, Rhode Island, but ask again in a few months and then see what I say. 

Caroline's Post

I have always known who I am, but I do not fully understand who Caroline Burlingham is as a whole. I know my name, date of birth, school, and all the facts, but no one truly know the real me, including myself. I think that it take a lot of time, effort, and work to discover who you really are. As Mr. Salsich has told us, you can ask the same questions year after year and never get an answer. People have to look for answers in life when they don’t reveal themselves. I may never know who I really am, but I will always know who I want to be. This, in my opinion is the real question.

Ceilie's Post

Who am I? What does having the name Cecilia Moore mean? Who do I wake up as and who do I go to sleep being? Who was I in the past and how does that affect who I am now? I am a daughter, a sister, and a friend. I was once a toddler who managed to break an antique chandelier with a candlestick, and then stand in the aftermath of glass without a flaw on my skin. I was a careless kid who came home with bruises on her knees and scraps on her elbows after a long day of playing. I was a young girl who, as any third-born naturally would, grew a love for the stage and all eyes on her as she performed anything from cartwheels to dances. From those past beings I have evolved into who I am today. I have become a girl who couldn't survive without her best friends. A girl who loves the exhilarating feeling of freedom as she darts across the playing field, and can't help but feel pride as she paints a final stroke on a piece of art that she has worked so rigorously on.  I've become a girl who has a terrible habit of laughing at the exact wrong time. A girl who tears up during sad movies and bawls through the credits. A girl that hates talking about any emotion but happiness that she may feel. A girl who loves finding sand in her old beach bag in the middle of winter because of all the memories it brings back. A girl who loves to read but manages to be unbelievably slow at it. A girl who believes in stars and dreams coming true and that we'll all be happy in the end.  That's who you see walking down the hallway between classes and have seen for her past ten years at Pine Point. That is Cecilia Moore. 

Wendell's Post (Flaw post)

I believe that one of greatest flaws is that I am too nosy. Whenever someone is talking to someone and I am nearby or if someone has just finished talking to another person, I will ask one of the people what they were talking about. As you can imagine this is a very irritable flaw. I have had many a people tell me that it doesn't matter but for some reason I still want to know.

Scarlet.

I must say that I disagree with Julie and Eleanor. I know who I am at the moment. So, who is Scarlet? I am an irritating, loud, outgoing, strange girl who chooses to dress as if she is from Hogwarts. Right now, I love Harry Potter, The Beatles, my three best freinds: Ceilie, Anna, Lydia, the fact that there are only 9 days until we leave for England, and my dog Bella. Right now, I hate, that I still have to read the science homework, that I can't watch Across The Universe, that we have 3 months left until the end of school and the fact that I don't personally know President Barack Obama. Some of these things will change and others will remain a fact forever. This is who I am at 7:28 pm Februrary 23, 2009. Hello, I am Scarlet Elizabeth Caruso.

Julie's Post

Honestly, a question such as this one couldn't be harder. I believe that I have not lived long enough to really discover myself and know who I am. Deep down inside a person, we are not just boys and girls who go to Pine Point school, we are people so different from our exterior appearances. But, even so, I don't really know (yet) the contents of the deep ocean inside me. I hope that in a few years, we can all answer this question with a real answer.