JulieB
Jan 23, 2010
Undergraduate / Growing up in Art, and Grade Stress ~ UCF prompts [3]
After realizing the word count was 500 words for BOTH prompts, I defiantly had some word cutting to do. I hope my message remained concise. Any suggestions are appreciated.
How has your family history, culture or environment influenced who you are?
My family history comprises of interaction, rather than blood. Adopted as a baby from Lima, Peru I was brought to states at four months. There is no record of my birth parents, the only evidence, and the genetic roots that paint my body. In essence I am a first generation, the first mold. This pattern of uniqueness would remain a constant.
Before I could stand, I was thrown into a world of art. Nights were spent listening to classical music. Days were spent learning about the famous artists, diving into the words of Twain, Shakespeare, and Orwell. For years I believed every child lived this way. It never occurred to me, most children didn't converse about politics and they didn't have long talks about ethics. My parents instilled a thirst for theological exploration. At a young age I was allowed to collect pieces of knowledge and comprise my own, unique view on the world.
This foundation of free thought has remained with me, shaping me into a collage of views, away from the mainstream.
After realizing the word count was 500 words for BOTH prompts, I defiantly had some word cutting to do. I hope my message remained concise. Any suggestions are appreciated.
How has your family history, culture or environment influenced who you are?
My family history comprises of interaction, rather than blood. Adopted as a baby from Lima, Peru I was brought to states at four months. There is no record of my birth parents, the only evidence, and the genetic roots that paint my body. In essence I am a first generation, the first mold. This pattern of uniqueness would remain a constant.
Before I could stand, I was thrown into a world of art. Nights were spent listening to classical music. Days were spent learning about the famous artists, diving into the words of Twain, Shakespeare, and Orwell. For years I believed every child lived this way. It never occurred to me, most children didn't converse about politics and they didn't have long talks about ethics. My parents instilled a thirst for theological exploration. At a young age I was allowed to collect pieces of knowledge and comprise my own, unique view on the world.
This foundation of free thought has remained with me, shaping me into a collage of views, away from the mainstream.