If I thought that my name implied any of things that make me, I would stop after the next sentence. I'm Josh Kery. But I know, and you know (We are all unashamed of our denial.) that a handful of adjectives doesn't leave you with a complete idea of who I am. They are trivial: the type of information I dish out to my Intro to Computer Science teacher when she asks me what my favorite type of food is. AP has higher expectations. So I deny knowing who I am, and I deny your right to know the answer, and I deny that the question is valid at all. I knew well that I was a whole greater than the sum of its parts before I even knew that it was Aristotle who phrased it that way; I am grasping at that "greater-than" part, and I know that I'm not alone.

I do have trouble identifying what those parts are. My favorite type of food stumped me. Today, I guess it's Fettucini Alfredo. Tomorrow, I don't know; I reserve the right to change my answer. I recognize that if my opinion changes I have changed with it. Today, answering this question has me characterizing myself like I was dissecting some misguided family member from As I Lay Dying. I draw, I paint, I've explored with sculpture (but maybe that's a bit too personal), I write, I read, I keep my grades up, I have two siblings, I sound like everybody else, I listen to music, I exercise, and I travel. My friends each share more than a few of those similarities. You know how I think, and as for the part of me that is made of what you think, I do not know. From that, call me creative, hardworking, loyal, thoughtfully devoted... Boil me down, and you can say, "he's one arrogant dude." The parts are there, but the system's missing.

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