| Part of our final for english was to write a college essay. Ever since I turned it in I've been thinking about it. The main idea to it was that I was persistant because of a goal. But I realized that I hit something else under the words. I wrote about Vanna Ou, the Cambodian woman I helped teach to read and my bad experiences I had with her. I never wrote it in here but towards the end she was horrible she ripped up my money for a ride home . But see, what I was thinking was that she taught me things about myself that i didn't know because i thought i was going to kill her, no one had ever made me that mad...but she's still alive. When completely pushed to my edges I was able to have restraint. What else is there about me that I don't know? My life has been fairly sheltered. I mean, I've had my problems but doesn't everyone really? I mean, some of the diaries I read here I just sit in amazement and I completely admire them for dealing as well as they do with the circumstances given to them. You know who you are. But I guess my question in my mind is, is it possible to know everything about yourself? |