Adventure

I’m in a class at my middle school where we do activities from Kerri Smith’s book “This is Not a book.” Pg. 46

Today in class, we cut out pieces of a face and put it on objects to give them identities. I made my not a book have a face with sunglasses and a mustache. It was pretty fun and a lot of people wanted to put a face on the back of David (My English Teacher’s) head. I chose the theme identity for this blog.

Identity affects me because, I have one. I mean, I’m pretty sure everyone does. If I didn’t have an identity, no one would be able to know who I am. I’m identified by my choices and what I decide to do in my life. If I do something bad, that’s how people will remember me, for generations to come.If I do something good, people in my family will take pride, as opposed to them shrinking away from my choices.

I decide what I do, no one else does. I won’t be able to blame anyone else. No matter what other people decide, I’m my one person and I have my own identity. I’m still young and I’m still trying to figure out what to do in life. I might make mistakes, but I’m working on it. Don’t try to judge me.

As I said earlier, everyone has an identity. It might have been forgotten, it might be remembered. It might be celebrated, it might be evil. But, we try our best to remember the good people. That’s how I want to be remembered, as a person who did something good.

Halle (the identified) signing out.