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My Personality
Abi Santel
I think there are many words to describe my personality. I range from being the
nicest kid in the world to be the biggest brat in the world. The word I would most
describe myself as, though, is shy. You will soon see why I think I am shy.
We were at soccer camp, the summer before I would be in sixth grade. "We"
means my friend Kara and me. It was the very first time I had been to a soccer camp,
and
a sports camp-or any camp- at that. I was very nervous. Kara was nervous too, but
she
isn't as shy as I am.
The first few days that I was at camp, I wanted to participate in small things.
What I consider small things are things like being the example to show the other
campers
how to do drills and different things liked that. I, of course, couldn't find it possible
to
volunteer for that. They would probably laugh at me. Besides, half of the other
campers
were ten times better than me.
All through camp I went on stepping back when there was a chance to participate
in things I wanted to do. Then the real time I wanted to volunteer came. It was the
last
day of the week at camp, and the campers were going to play the instructors in a
game of
soccer. I really, really, really wanted to play. Of course I didn't. I just sat back and
watched while Kara and the rest of the girls had fun playing against the
instructors. When
Kara came to get a drink from her water bottle, she said to me, "Abi, why don't you
come
play?" "I don't want to," I said. Boy, was that lying.
I hope you realized that there is no advantage to being shy. It is much more fun
to
go on ahead and do the things you want to in life. You should be glad if shyness is
not
included in your personality.

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If I Could Change One Thing About Myself
Perhaps, one of the most unpleasant feelings one can experience in life is being discontent with
oneself. Whereas we are prone to notice negative features in other people, we rarely turn our eyes
on ourselves to critically evaluate our behavior or personal qualities. But, if we do, we can notice
many traits within ourselves that we would not like to be there. I try to stay tolerant towards the
majority of my personality features. Though, simultaneously with my positive qualities, I can be a
lazy, irresponsible, apathetic downer. I learned to live with these and other drawbacks; but, the
quality that I would enjoy getting rid of is my tendency to doubt my decisions.
It is human nature to doubt ourselves from time to time. Imagine the situation when the five best
universities in the United States are willing to have you as their student. This is one chance in a
million, and you know this decision could define your entire life. Most likely, you will not randomly
point your finger at one of them and say: “I will study here” (well, not immediately, at least).
Instead you will conduct serious research, figuring out the advantages and drawbacks of being a
student of each particular university; you will sketch out your future career perspectives as a
graduate of each of these universities, and check a number of other parameters. And after intense
doubts and worries, you would finally choose your favored institution.
This is the most reasonable approach. But in my case, I am sometimes prone to doubt even after I
made a decision. Most likely, I would choose a university carefully, make a final decision, and then
doubt about the decision for a while, even though I would be already studying there. In real life,
such a peculiarity manifests in more everyday situations. To stay at home or to hang out with
friends? Whatever I choose, I will spend some time thinking about the opposite variant. To buy
chocolate milk or beer? To go to the cinema or to the theater? To spend vacations in the mountains
or at the sea? Not always, but more often that I would like, I start to reflect about trivial decisions.
Would I like to completely quit doubting about anything? I think not. Doubts are a natural
mechanism which helps us make the best possible decision in every particular case; without this
ability we would most likely make random, uninformed decisions regardless of their possible
consequences. But, at the same time, when the decision is made, you must start working to
actualize it without hesitation, and this is the moment when doubts become troublesome. The
more you think over a certain action of yours, the more likely you will delay the actual realization of
what is on your mind.
Wise people teach us to be tolerant towards themselves, and accept both their negative and
positive traits. I agree with this thesis, but with one small specification: this acceptance must not be
an excuse for not working towards personal development and growth. This is my approach towards
my proneness to doubtfulness: I can live with it, I know it is mine, but I am persistently working on
getting rid of this quality.

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My Personality  Abi Santel I think there are many words to describe my personality.  I range from being the  nicest kid in the world to be the biggest brat in the world.  The word I would most  describe myself as, though, is shy.  You will soon see why I think I am shy.       We were at soccer camp, the summer before I would be in sixth grade. "We"  means my friend Kara and me.  It was the very first time I had been to a soccer camp, and  a sports camp-or any camp- at that.  I was very nervous.  Kara was nervous too, but she  isn't as shy as I am.       The first few days  that I was at camp, I wanted to participate in small things.  What I consider small things are things like being the example to show the other campers  how to do drills and different things liked that.  I, of course, couldn't find it possible to  volunteer for that.  They would probably laugh at me.  Besides, half of the other campers  were ten times better than me.       All through camp I went on stepping back when there was a chance to participate  in things I wanted to do.  Then the real time I wanted to volunteer came.  It was the last  day of the week at camp, and the campers were going to play the instructors in a game of  soccer.  I really, really, really wanted to play.  Of course I didn't. I just sat back and  watched while Kara and the rest of the girls had fun playing against the instructors.  When  Kara came to get a drink from her water bottle, s ...
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