Joel Cuello

Professor Harrison

English 101-057

09 November 2008

What is “I”?

            In the start of this English 101 class I was presented with this weird question “What is I? I simply thought that the professor might just want the meaning of the letter itself and how it is use in daily sentences. I really think that he just wanted us to find out who we are as a person or individual on earth or what you stand for. That when I just got into the deeper end of what I thought I would mean besides the fact that it is just the ninth letter of the alphabet, so I wrote in my first blog:

“The letter I is always used as a first person indicator. I always use the letter I to let the audience know that I am talking about myself. To me the I stands for my appearance. I is another way to get away from saying your name in a sentence without making it seem like you are crazy, by talking in the third person. But nevertheless I cannot really be define because people have a different thought about what the letter I really means; for example the monk (in chapter 3- What is I?) thinks that I of a human being is a composite of various elements.

It was only after reading the story about the monk that I started to see that there are deeper meanings to anything in life than just the visible. I started to think about more personal events in my life and ended up talking about them in some of my essays.

Vision is a very important sense for me because without it I would not be able to recall many of the activities I encounter in my life. Sometimes when you look around your eyes catches many things that your brain does process through but you personally might not be focus on. That can says a lot about who I am because if I am standing in a crowd of people I would mostly focus on the women instead of all the men in the crowd, that would show that I am ordinary guy because not only would I be looking at the women but I would be looking at the beautiful women. Just like in my first essay on vision when my girlfriend went away to Disney for a week.

“My girlfriend going to her senior trip (Disney) helped me see how I really would miss her, even if I knew that she was far, I could still picture her beautiful face, body, and figure. It also helped me see how many other girls are right around me. I do not know, but at least a week into my girlfriend’s vacation I saw things much differently. I saw more girls that I have never seen before and the reason for that is because I kept my eyes on my girl and my girl only. I was trying my best to look away because I knew that there would be a girl out there that will attract me.”

In the vision essay I choose to write a narrative and just choosing to write that narrative made me realize that I have many stories to tell. Not only did I write a narrative but I told a story about my girlfriend’s prom. There reason I did write about my prom which would really explain who I am because through that incident I saw who I really was and notice that from that one event many things were reveled about me. That essay made me realize that I have done many bad things that I did not think of being bad at the time but having my girl read it and see her reaction really made me think about me. Which is really wired to hear because cheating on with should have made me think about her. I thought more about myself instead; about what kind of a person am I for doing that to a person I said I loved (which I still do). Then after I read my essay it made me realize that I did what I did because I know that she will be the girl I will get married to I just had to make sure. I know that it was not the best way to show myself that there is no other girl out there for me but it was that satisfaction of me knowing that she is the perfect one for me. All that came from just looking at another girl. I might just say that I had to have a taste of something else to realize that what I already have is the best taste for me.

After vision we had to do a taste essay. I did not think of the things I taste and how much I liked vanilla until the professor told us to write this essay on taste. It is true that in order to taste something you might have to first look at in order to even consider tasting it. It is like the taste work shop we had in class. Each student was told to bring food to class, and then everyone had to pick three different things, bring it back to their table and feed it to the person next to them. The catch was that you could not look at what the person was going to put in your mouth and not being able to look at it was striping away one of the senses I use to see what I do or do not want to eat. So that told me that I felt helpless if I could not see but most importantly it showed me that in order to taste something that you might see that you do not like you do not have to see it all you have to do is try to taste it. It is like the essay I wrote on taste because all I liked was chocolate and vanilla looked so plain I did not try it.

“I loved chocolate. Every time my mom would make cake I would tell her if she could make chocolate cake or at least put chocolate frosting on it, and she would do just that…It’s nothing, it’s just that I didn’t eat anything because I thought the cake was going to be chocolate not vanilla,” I said with a taste of nothing but spit in my mouth.

“Look Joel vanilla cake taste better than chocolate, seriously, if you don’t believe me then take a piece.” She said with confidence.

“NO! I like chocolate only.” I said.

“Well if you don’t believe me, then I will have to double dog dare you.” She said laughing while eating a piece of the cake.

“Ok you lucky I don’t back down from a dare, ok ill have a piece.” I said not really wanting any.

So after that point I took a piece of the cake, and my taste buds went all over the place. I didn’t know what was happening in my mouth it was like a party in my mouth. I liked in so much I ended up taking half of the cake home instead of Sherice.”

After that experience my mouth was accepting of any type on food. I learned that I was too picky and that I should try out different things. I saw that only like things that looked good or sometimes for what they smelled like.

            Smell was the next sense that I wrote about. I went into a more scientific way to show how classical conditioning affects the way smelling something might make you want to eat. Something I find myself smelling my way through my house when someone has bought food from McDonald, KFC or maybe from my mothers’ restaurant. When I use this it tells a lot about me like how fat I really am. In this essay I wrote about the time I remember the food my mother made and started to reminisce old memories about my childhood and those were some good day that I always look back on and I think those were the moments that shaped who I am right now.