Saturday, December 29, 2018

Definition Essay About Me: By Lauren Matus

One look and you think you know it all. Whether we mean to or not, people glance at another and judge them off the bat without getting to know the real them. Most people assume they know everything about me, but the real me, the real Lauren is much more than their perceptions. There’s obviously the superficial things about me that some may know; I’m a flyer in cheerleading, I run sprints in track, I play violin in the orchestra, I sing in two choirs after school, and I’m president of the sophomore class.  Although these activities have helped shape me into the person I am today, there is so much more than what meets the eye.
I love getting to know people and spending time with them rather than just texting or snapchatting them. These experiences are what help develop friendships that’ll last a lifetime. I love going on hikes with my friends, having movie nights binge watching romcoms, and dancing to Fetty Wap. If my friends need somebody to talk to and can trust, I’ll be there to listen. I enjoy going to church with my family on the weekends because it’s one of the only times I get to spend quality time with my family since during the weeks everybody has work, concerts, or some other obligation. Other than spending time with my family, I enjoy volunteering whenever I can and going to the gym. Going to the gym has been such a stress reliever and has been a place where I can go by myself and just relax.
It’s a common misconception that people think that I am always happy, but like every other human I have good and bad days, but you have to learn to think about the positives because you only live once and should live life to the fullest. It’s also another common misconception that I’m too nice, but if that means I get to see people with smiles on their faces and help them out in any way I can, then so be it. I hope this essay has shined some light on what really encompasses my life and I.

I am Lauren and this is me.

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