“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose

            By any other word would smell as sweet”

            (Romeo and Juliet 2.2.46-47)

            Shakespeare makes it clearer than anyone else could: A name does nothing to define a person. For this reason, I refuse to waste any space writing my name. If you must know it, you are welcome to look at my Blogger username.

            As a 16 year old, most of me is potential. Currently I have a passion for playing and listening to music, primarily jazz, and rowing. Both of these are important to me (important is an understatement; My schedule centers around these two things.) but in the greater scope of my life, these mean very little. As I grow older, interests will blossom into passions and passions into careers and lifelong hobbies, but none of these things are static, so it is almost pointless to tell you about who I am at the moment. However I will say writing is one of my interests that I am excited to explore this school year.

            As an alternative, I prefer to share things about myself that won’t change. I am a male member of the species Homo sapiens. I was born in the fifth month of the year 1998 A.D. at approximately 42°14’50” N, 71°00’10” W and so far I have always lived within 6 miles of this location. I am a second-generation American with brown hair and blue eyes. Health wise, I am sound, except for my susceptibility to certain cancers later in life.

            If you remove specific locations and dates, you could find millions of people who share these qualities—I’m not arguing my individuality. The fact that I am no more significant than any of the other seven billion people on earth is a fact I have not only accepted, but a fact that I rarely mind. Being a human being in the first place is a miracle and I live each day happy that I have the ability to feel happiness.

Works Cited

             

·      Shakespeare, William. Romeo and Juliet. Ed. Barbara A. Mowat, Paul Werstine. Washington D.C. Folger Digital Texts