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Allie Tripp |
I tend to believe that people generally prefer to think of themselves as intelligent people. I know that I do. As a (self-perceived) intelligent person and a student of History, it is probably unsurprising that I often question my past, seeking answers to my own life in much the way I have been taught to seek them from the life of a country or a civilization or a long-dead old guy. Where did I come from? What did I do? What made me do it? How does it effect today? Tomorrow? Could anyone have done anything to change where I am now? More... |
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Isabelle Ghabash |
The story of my life is actually two stories. Don’t worry, the first one is short and isn’t really about me because I don’t show up until the end. It goes a little like this: Sometime in the early 1980s, a shy Lebanese farm boy-turned-engineer, at the urging of his friends, reluctantly walked up to the front desk of the hotel he was staying at to ask the German farm girl-turned-concierge out. Their first date was probably awkward because one of the boy’s loudmouth friends tagged along to make sure it wouldn’t be awkward. The couple kept going on dates, fell in love slowly, and got married. A year later, they had their first child: a girl they would come to call Monster #1. More... |
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Tianna Tu |
I was born to a Vietnamese Father and an All-American Mother. As a product of a family that consists of two very different cultures, I can assure you that having a diverse background is a rich and exuberant experience, but it is also often one that is difficult to understand and even more difficult for others to understand. More... |
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Theresa Krause |
“Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose…there is no reason not to follow your heart.” Steve Jobs said this in one of his commencement addresses and ever since I heard it, it’s been hard not to think about it (no matter how cheesy it sounds); it always reminds me to give everything my all. I realize that Steve Jobs is not who most people would quote when writing a “personal portrait”—but something about his story really inspires me. I guess you could say that I’m a geek. I might as well get it out in the open now. But no matter the labels that society might put on me, I always remember that, in truth, there is no reason not to follow my heart. More... |
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Marianne Rose Carpenter |
I am currently a student at the University of Utah, double-majoring in Accounting and Information Systems. My experience with the U of U began just over two years ago, while I was a senior in high school. Considering that I was born and raised in California, Utah was the last place I would have freely chosen to live in when the time came to choose. Consequently, I only applied to one school in Utah, never imagining how much I would love going to school and living here in Salt Lake City. |
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Candace Oman |
My name is Candace Leigh Oman. I was born on November 3, 1991 and I’m the youngest of five daughters—I have no brothers. My four older sisters are named Merrianne, Natalie and Valerie (who are twins) and Jennifer. Just as some general information about me, I enjoy reading far too much. Typically, most of my novels are fantasy or young adult in genre. However, given the explosion of the adolescent books following Twilight, the pickings are indeed slim. More... |
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Niki Harris |
I like coloring books and coffee morning noon and night. The water is my second home. I'm competitive and I don't take no for an answer. I draw hearts on the windows of airplanes. I dislike religion and what happens because of it. I love driving with the windows down on the highway. More... |
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Alex Boren |
There is something evasive about the knowledge of one’s self. I have contemplated my actions, my reasons for taking those actions, and the effects that the outside world has on me; but it seems that all of these do not lead to who I really am. What I do and what interests me only make up my role in society, a mask covering up my underlying self. However, my mask is still an integral part of who I am; there must be an outside for the inside to exist. As this is a personal portrait, I shall paint the outside of my self. Or rather, it will be a picture of my persona, which originally meant “mask” in Greek. I will be brief because I do not wish to shape my portrait to fit any opinion I have of myself. Everyone has his or her personal opinion, and the opinion I have of myself is not what is most important to you. However, some basis for judgment is always helpful, so here we go. More... |
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Mariah Lohse |
As the first child of two born to my parents, I will testify to Adler’s theory of birth order. I have always been independent, studious, and a perfectionist. Even in early years of elementary school I felt compelled to achieve straights A’s, although back then, I counted an A- as an A. I had a natural inclination towards leadership and often felt responsible for others. My Mother always recounts the story of when I was fours years old and opened a playmate’s fruit snack package for him as he struggled and could not do it as quickly as I had done. More... |
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Tanner Gould |
I have never known what I want to do when I “grow up.” This is not to say I don't have dreams and aspirations, but to me the concept of growing up is repugnant. I never want to lose my love of sandboxes, crayons, and hot-wheels cars. In this day and age, the world could greatly benefit from childlike non-linear thinking. After graduating from Bountiful High with the class of 2010, I was fortunate enough to be awarded the Eccles Early-Assurance Scholarship, for which I am profoundly grateful. At the time, the scholarship was the final factor which kept me in this beautiful state and, over the last year, the experiences it has provided have been invaluable. More... |
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Lindsai Gren |
Lindsai Sasha Higham Gren (born Lindsay Higham Gren) came into this world determined to make an entrance, a fact that has often been stated by her parents and brother, Steve. As the years passed, Lindsay developed into a child that could optimistically be called precocious, and realistically called obnoxious, though in a rather clever sort of way. At age three, she informed her mother that the culprit responsible for ruining the Lemon Meringue Pie destined for the Thanksgiving table was in fact, a little red hen with an affinity for dancing on top of pies. This was the beginning of a long career of creative fibbing, which, when matched with an eclectic wardrobe composed of tutus and hiking boots, made for an unstoppable force. More... |
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Sam Totten |
As someone who strives to consciously experience life in a manner reminiscent of 'living in the moment', it is only fitting that I begin my portrait with a recent experience. This summer I participated in a volunteer organization called Amigos de las Americas. Amigos aims to strengthen youth leadership, encourages multicultural understanding between the Americas, and fosters creative problem solving skills of Latin American counterparts by sending high school and college students to developing communities in over 6 Latin American countries. For my project, I went to Peru. For two months I lived in a small, rural community named Ccochapata. Roughly 120 people lived in the area without electricity or running water. More... |
