tangled up in me

The following is my PERSEF paper on "selling yourself". Read on.

I’m not the smart one, neither am I the sporty one. I am proud of my three year-stay in the honor section but I turn red when I tell them it was way back in grade school. I usually pass my P.E. classes because I befriend the teacher well or because of written examinations. The volleyball, or any ball for that matter, is my worst enemy. To me, they are nothing but mere instruments of danger and injuries. I succumb to insecurity every time I am asked to write my achievements in high school, or even more, in life. I feel like I haven’t found anything worth writing about. But I sure am willing to work hard and travel that path that will lead to me to what can hopefully be considered an achievement in my so-called life.

Give me a paper and pen and you’ll understand why you shouldn’t have handed it to me. I write and anything and everything under the sun-from poems to rainbows and butterflies. I should be in the Guinness Book of world records for the fastest girl to fill a page of paper filled with drawings and writings. I believe that creativity is one of the few, God-given talents I have. I have a knack for giving an extra spark and oomph to whatever plain piece you give me. I despise anything that’s plain, ordinary and conventional. Uniqueness and individualism has always been a mantra in my 17 year-long life. Maybe this is because I’d like to call myself and unpredictable and eclectic. I make sure I have a wide array of choices to back up my philosophy in life which is to always be prepared.

I’m not exactly the kind of girl who has medals, certificates and awards to brag. I don’t join competitions, at least not those that don’t include the need of the few talents I have. I’m far from the definition of an achiever but unlike most, I make sure I enjoy what I do best and give my 101% to it.