The most colorful thing about me is my shoes. The kind of in-your-face, double-take-inducing, neon-pink-green-and-blue skateboarding shoes that you don’t expect to see on someone like me, but at the same time, I can totally pull it off. They’re sort of a contradiction though, because people see me as grey. I’m an oxymoron, going against almost everything people think I am or who I should be.
I’m quiet, but I’m a drummer. One of the loudest instruments out there, demanding to be noticed and recognized. Yet I’m content to lead by example, to be the heartbeat, the steady, strong, and dependable metronome that carries the beat with an accuracy that comes from my own heart. For music runs through my blood, starting in my left ventricle as a few solitary notes, tumbling around in my arteries and taking form as measures, reaching my capillaries strung together into phrases, and flowing through my veins to return to my heart as my personal symphony. Because I am a musician, a drummer and pianist rolled into one. I love how the staccato stroke of a drum contrasts with the legato stroke of a piano, and the different emotions that are evoked from a sharp rudiment and a soft melody. And I can be both, because that’s what makes me a true musician.
I’m a scientist, but I’m also a writer. I love the logic of science and how it touches the mind, and I love the abstractness of poetry and how it touches the heart. And even though the two are so different, even using opposite sides of the brain, they are connected. The chemicals and the beakers of my research are just like the pencil and paper of my poems; they are the instruments of my creations, my original thoughts and dreams composed into something tangible, something creative or progressive. These are the things that I’ve made from my own mind and released to the world to improve it in one way or another. And that sense of advancement and enhancement marks the similarity between the two, as well as the type of person I am.
I maintain a cool composure, but on the inside I’m bursting with feelings. My emotions have escaped from my head and formed a strong connection between my heart and my mind. I feel things very deeply, and while on the outside I’m nice and modest, on the inside I’m caring and loving, and on both sides I’m truly genuine. I live to please people, and I’ll do it in any way: with my academics, with my sports, with my music or my writing, or even with my seriously funny personality. I love making people laugh, and I’m willing to shed my reserved mask and do something ridiculous in order to get that done.
I’m an oxymoron. I’m a quiet girl who loves loudly with the prominent heartbeat of a drummer, and I’m a boisterously funny girl who seeks approval and attention with a voice like the gentle timbre of a piano. I’m a girl whose heavy footsteps can be heard throughout the halls, but who treads quietly on other’s feelings. Each of these things makes me who I am, representing a shade of color in my life. And sometimes the colors separate into the rainbow that they’re meant to and sometimes they run together into something totally new. And maybe that’s why I am as colorful as my shoes.
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