Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Identity

This is from a document i had started up for this class. This was going to be my first draft for the film (trailer) however i'm going to be changing the cinematic style for this film. I might incorporate some of this into it, however we'll see.

What is the definition of ones identity? Is there a texbook definition that tells you what an “identity” is? The truth is that what ones identity is open to interpretation by that person. people consider their names and social security number as their identity. People think what they do identifies who they are in society. However Identity actually is a massive conglomerate of all of these and more. Identity should consist of not only you but information about your ancestry. Whether you choose to believe it or not where you come from even if it isn’t where you were born or raised is still part of your identity. I personally think that my family and their story plays a big role as far as who i am as a person all though i myself am quite different from the rest of my family. My mother was one of 9 children. Her father was a very well respected business man, boxer, charity provider, and religious man. His wife, my grandmother, was a very kind woman always cooking food for the family, and for the poor, Even went as far as to leave food out for stray cats. My father grew up with his mother,and 9 brothers and sisters. HIs mother had eventually passed away while he was at a very young age. He had encountered his father several times, the first time he had no knowledge that the man he was talking to was even his father. He spent a majority of his time studying and practicing martial arts. My father and mother ended up going to the same medical school after having undergone a difficult academic career. They had later on gotten engaged and married. A while after the marriage, a civil war started up in Senegal and my father fled the country to America in hope to set up a new life for his family here. Before having left he was chosen to represent Africa in a World wide martial arts tournament but refused to participate because he was planning his departure. After the tournament was completed he had actually unkowningly defeated the victor of the tournament in a sparring match before leaving the country. After having arrived in New York he got a job in a chinese shop scaling fish. While he was in New York i was being born. My mother and I eventually travelled a few months later to join my father. My sister was then born two years later on american soil. After a lot of hard work and persistance, both my parents are now successfull and well Respected psychiatrists. Now who they are and what they have gone through although i may have not been physically present does have a lot to do with my identity and who i am as a person. I am currently a student persuing a career in business and film. I personally am very into the world of multimedia and i primarily wanted to do film but my parents wanted me to do something that was reliable and could assure me a job. so i did choose to do something a little bit more textbook than film as a major. The reason why i did do that is because me as a person know what they had to go through and that they were right in a sense. My father is a very artistic and musical Person. That part of him definitely runs through my veins. He plays guitar, primarily blues, but doesn’t read music. I play guitar, primarily metal and rock but i play everything, but like him i don’t read music either. He however at this point tries to supress his artistic side because he has witnessed his own family get into music, do well, and then suffer the consequences of music and the combination of drugs. Thats why everytime i mention anything even remotely close to art, music, film he doesn’t feel comfortable with the idea. I however as an individual choose to follow whatever it is that my heart desires. Who I am as a person Has a lot to do with the people i come from. My uncles are all very caring and as many would say too nice. I fall under that category at times as well. My mother.. Loves to cook...as do I. Who we come from, and what they did, and or do have a great impact on who we are as a person.

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