Personal Statement

“You are obviously a Westerner.” With these words my American Arizona teacher switched off his computer and walked out, leaving me with great conflict within myself. “What am I?”A little background information would be sufficient before proceeding.I am of Japanese ethnicity, 10 years after being born in Saitama, Japan. I was brought to America. I grew up in a city called San Diego, a two hour drive from Los Angeles. Where I went to public school to the 8th grade and was shipped to Arizona. “Don’t worry it’s a dry heat” jokingly my uncle chuckled, I had arrived, it was a heat, I’m not sure if it was a dry heat, but it was heat, There was no doubt in my mind that it was heat. I went to school in highland un ...view middle of the document...

Most of my family has managed to leave Japan is now here. I listen to American rock music, watch CNN. The truth of the matter is I like to make a difference, just like the “typical” American, I enjoy standing out in the crowd. Looking differently it benefits me, in many ways such as, to not be fooled by the outer appearance of an individual. The truth is, my point of view is not biased by outside prejudices, sensationalists, gender, religion and et cetera.Many questions are asked to me about my daily life, such as “Do you think about death often? You seem like it”. I would cease for a while to ponder upon the topic of frequent thoughts of death, I would give my answer usually being “It's funny but on good days I don't think of her so much. In fact never, I never just say hi when the sun is on my tongue and my belly's all warm. On bad days I talk to death constantly, not about suicide because honestly that's not dramatic enough. Most of us love the stage and suicide is definitely your last performance and being addicted to the stage, Suicide was never an option and so we talk”. Leaving them with something to think about like that, gives me an invigorating feeling deep within myself.Being me is just like what it sounds like, being me, not the same as anyone else, never copying the style. I follow my own agenda; I wake up in the morning with the appreciated help of my alarm clock, feed my companion, Mr. Fish, 3 shakes of the can, grab myself a meager breakfast, and with the time to spare I clean my backpack to get ready for my day at school. Into the sea of judgmental candidate for my next big question, I recur in my mind my personal motto “Life is too short to work all the time; it is too valuable to party all the time.”