As I look at the familiar faces that surround me in a classroom, I begin picking out different personalities. Each person has a certain style, taste in music, and hobbies. But me? I am afraid that line is blurred. Depending on who I am near, my interests morph into something new. I don’t know who I am. I could not explain to you my personality because it changes to much to be identifiable. I know I should just be myself, but how can I when I don’t know who I am? How can I be myself when I don’t know who I want to be? This may just be apart of growing up, but it’s so frustrating.