Who are you?

"In this response I want you to answer the question: Who are you?"

That, my friends was the assignment my ancient history teacher gave us in our first class. It wasn't the first class I had of high school, (unfortunately), because that would have made for the most perfect cliche'd high school moment. However, it was the first class of my second semester of high school, just when I thought I had begun to figure it all out. 

I didn't know how to answer it. I knew my peers would answer by saying things like "My name is So and so, I am x years old, I'm in grade whatever." The bolder ones may have talked about their personal lives: "My parents got divorced when I was x year old....." etc. I remember looking around my class room and noting that everyone was hunched over their binders, scribbling away on their looseleaf. I wondered if they thought that the more they said, the better. That way at least if they didn't know who they were, they gave my teacher enough clues that he could figure it out.

I remember writing something, that I thought was profound. Give me a break, I was 15. But I remember writing: "I don't know who I am, I think that will be for you to decide as I get you get to know me, I could tell you things that I do, titles I hold, even perhaps what I am, but, I do not know who I am. I hope I will soon discover it".

It has been almost 6 years since I wrote that response. I remember what I answered, distinctly, but I do not know what grade I received. I don't think I kept it. 

It has been almost 6 years since I wrote that response and I think I know even less who I am then when I was 15. 

However, I am loving the journey.