For all of March, I have been left overwhelmed and anxious for the year to be over. With constant deadlines, I was relieved to enjoy Spring Break at home. While there, I was able to enjoy the company of my family and my dogs. It gave me a moment to reconnect with nature as my dogs and I walked two hours daily at different Metroparks.
My baby girl even dug up an entire deer skeleton on one walk. I was very proud.
As I reconnected with the environment, I took the opportunity to also work on my action plans I had set for myself.
I was proud that each of my plants had sprouted, marking the beginning of my goal to produce a garden. However, I was not expecting for each seed to pop up. I now have far more plants than my garden can carry. Hopefully, I can pawn my new babies on my family.
I also contacted my representatives to talk about food deserts and the idea of gardens in urban areas. Such conversations proved difficult as there was often a lack of interest in these ideas. However, I am optimistic to continue an open conversation as time goes on.
In my free time, I worked on my STEP plan to bring agriculture to inner city schools. I am extremely excited to begin this process. However, I know the end goal is a long way away.
Due to the strides I have been taking, I have felt confident in my action plan and will continue to follow the list I had set for myself.
While things have been fine as of late, I know that there will be hardships and I am determined to confront these with integrity and strength to further promote healthy food options in urban environments.
It is finally time for the month of action and no one is more excited than me. I have been waiting months to begin growing my vegetable garden.
It ‘s going to be a party.
Below is my proposed list for the month of action.
Grow fresh fruits and vegetables; donate excess to urban city food banks
Work/Volunteer on urban farms in the community
Run a fundraiser and donate profits to urban community gardens
Educate others on the benefits of urban gardening for a community
Reach out to government officials to express concern of food deserts and lack of education in urban city neighborhoods
Bring gardening techniques into urban school systems
Buy produce from urban farms/farmer markets
Get involved in increasing education to inner city schools through government officials
Speak with teachers in food deserts to offer sustainable ideas for their students
Ask city officials how they plan to create human capital within their communities.
All bold ideas are attempts to understand and work on the root problems which effect poor communities.
During the month of action, I plan to do numbers 1, 4, 5, 6, and 10. While it is still early in the growing season, I am excited to begin growing my plants which will be able to feed not only my family but others as well.
I am also excited for the challenges yet to come. I know contacting government officials will be stressful and may result in answers I do not want to hear. But, I hope through open communication I will be able to express the need to bring education, work experience, and gardens into their cities and towns. I also know bringing gardening techniques into schools will be tough. So I will be using the month of action to create my game plan on how I will use STEP to pursue this goal.
I hope to learn a lot during this month of action. For one, I am excited to learn how to communicate with my government officials. I am also hopeful to learn how to design an educational routine for children that allows them to learn sustainable life techniques which they can take home. Finally, I hope to learn how to completely follow through with all my ideas no matter how tedious they may be.
I am extremely excited to begin the month of action and I cannot wait to share the results.
I have not yet begun my indoor garden within my dorm. After consulting with my partner in crime, Jason (the manager of Brunswick’s Pettiti Garden Center), I was informed to wait approximately four weeks before the last frost of the year.
I hate waiting.
I suppose for years I have waited for various things. When I was little I wanted one of those miniature cars to drive around the block. Of course, I never got it. That was the struggle of living in a single parent household during my childhood. I still act bitter today, although I do not actually feel resentment over something so pity. My mother worked far too hard for me to be anything but proud.
This is not me liking my past economic struggles with that of an entire population, specifically other minorities. Growing up I was instilled with the belief that what you want is not handed to you, but rather worked for. As I had gotten older, I obtained a job and worked for the material goods I wanted, I worked to be admitted into the Ohio State University, and I worked to ensure that I had the opportunity to be the best role model for my brothers.
But my story is not everyone’s story and I learned that through urban gardening. I was astounded by how centralized poverty could be and how a lack of income resulted in cheap food and a weakened attitude. I suppose that is why I worked so hard on that farm. It was an opportunity for children and young adults to see that change was possible.
Much like education, healthy food should be a basic human right. Yet there are so many root causes which pulls natural food from urban neighborhoods.
For one, the concentrated poverty results in the lack of supermarkets in surrounding areas. However, this poverty can be due to a multitude of reasons that are not addressed. Lack of job opportunities or transportation, lack of education, and increased drug and alcohol use pulls income out of inner cities.
Lack of education or situations which promote an individual’s strengths greatly decreases a city’s human capital. It is necessary for a population to obtain skills which allow them to compete in various marketplaces.
A defeated attitude based on the situations of the community also demolishes the opportunity of human rights in inner cities. I have spoken to individuals who feel nothing could be done about their situation.
This could further be seen through the lack of aid from state and local governments. When these individual’s refuse to aid in community projects, the city is left in a stagnant and broken position. Crime increases as a way to promote income. The individuals suffer.
This is what I believe to be the largest root cause. The fact that everyone turns a blind eye on those struggling.
That is why I have become so impassioned through urban gardening. It boosts the morale in the cities, teaches leadership abilities, and helps individuals find their self worth. Furthermore, it allows for families to receive healthy food and encourages the art of cooking within a community.
Urban farming has so many benefits for a community. It aids in economic development within a region, alleviates poverty, and increases the inclusion of current members. It also allows for a source of local produce and increases sustainability.
I believe that the greatest challenges in addressing this root cause is that it will take a lot of work to open the eyes of the government and fellow citizens. There is nothing people like to block out more than situations that are filled with dread. To many individuals, if it is not their city it is not their problem. However, I hope to encourage others to see the whole nation as their city and aid those in need just as they would a sick neighbor.
I also believe the current political climate is harmful. To many, those in impoverished neighborhoods should simply, “Stop being poor.” I take much issue to this. Without the correct psychological aid, the correct funding, and the end of systemic poverty in a neighborhood how can one stop being poor? Getting government support on issues such as urban farming will become much of an issue. When looking at the most current statement by the president, suggesting the removal of food stamps to canned goods, I worry that we have lost all compassion for those with less income. While receiving canned food allows for a more limited approach to what these consumers can and cannot buy, I am left saying that the food deficit will still remain in these communities. Canned foods are not as healthy as fresh produce. It contains a greater amount of salt and sugar, can contain BPA, and can even contain bacteria if not preserved properly. Furthermore, it does not address the human capital deficit. Rather than putting individuals to work, creating skills in the community, or starting up a local economy there is still the same reliance on a government system which sends out less than acceptable food to feed poor communities.
Currently, I know of 2 organizations addressing the issue of food deserts within poor communities. In my hometown, this was UpCycle Farm and here it is Franklinton Farms. However, many more exist within the state. In fact, there are numerous websites such as, Urban Farms of Central Ohio, which are dedicated to educating others about their beliefs and history.
There are regulations mentioned by Ohio’s EPA which can limit the spread of urban farming. For one, zoning regulations on the local level may deem urban agriculture to be unfit for the given area. Zoning also determines where structures, such as greenhouses, could be placed and whether or not composting is allowed in the area. Many Ohio jurisdictions do not see urban agriculture as land use category as well. Water costs and the cost to build the garden also play a large factor.
While not in Ohio, Maryland had passed a policy which provided a 150,000 dollar grant for the designing of a “food hub industry” which included an urban farm and food pantry. A similar movement was also seen in Minnesota the District of Columbia, Washington, and Missouri.
As I research more on the topic at hand, I am inspired by the compassion and respect drawn from agricultural programs. I hope that as I work through this project, I too will be able to aid in communities like the farmers I admire most.
There is a disconnect between the producer and the consumers in capitalized societies. This is especially true in the agricultural world. Once something that was central to the survival of humanity, agriculture has now been pushed out into rural communities, industrialized, or shipped overseas. However, there are many issues that can be related to this capitalization of the farming industry.
The most important issue that needs to be addressed is the desertification of inner city communities in regards to fresh produce. In fact, the Economic Research Service of the Department of Agriculture notes that 2.2% of Americans do not have a car and live a mile or more away from a supermarket. This lack of transportation and access to affordable healthy foods lead to childhood and adult obesity. The issue itself is being addressed at the governmental scale in Ohio. The Cuyahoga Community Health Department chose one of their top initiatives as “Creating healthy food opportunities in areas of the county that are food insecure.”
While the actions being presented are amazing and should continue, this does not address the full problem in which I wish to understand. That problem is, how can one produce an environment, individually, that benefits their metal health, physical health, and reaps some sort of gain for the community.
To me, the answer has always been sustainable agriculture.
One of the root causes involving the lack of initiative in these food desert environments is lack of education on agriculture along with a lack of income. In many of these areas, the reason there are little to no shopping options is due entirely on the lack of income in the population. Furthermore, a lack of income stunts any willpower to go through with ideas such as urban farming to gardening in the backyard.
However, willpower and other mental health traits only increase when agriculture is introduced to a community. For example, the Community Food Centers noted an increase in social capital, improved use of leisure time, decrease in stress, increase in physical activity and consumption of fresh foods, and increased security in communities. Gardening has also become a largely therapeutic method in the mental health field and addiction recovery programs.
In regards to education, I hope to expand on the idea and promote growth in communities via the STEP program. During this time, I hope to bring agricultural education to inner city children and create a garden in which they are able to learn hands on.
Communal sustainable gardening follows the triple bottom line perfectly. Individuals in the community are brought together by a shared interest, the environment is made as healthy as possible to ensure plant growth, and finally the economic interests of individuals would be seen in the increase of fresh produce consumed in a once deserted community.
I have chosen this activity as I am deeply affected by food deserts and I am extremely passionate about food deserts.
It has been crazy how fast the semester has flown by. One minute I thought it would never end, and now, well now it is almost over.
I cannot say I am too sad about the semester being done. My stress has been through the roof the past couple of weeks trying to balance all of my classes and my own well being. Of course, classes always won. I think that is why I am still battling this cold I have had for the long month of November. It was only when I went home to relax that I got some of it out of my system. But here it is back again.
Despite the aches and the runny noses, the Columbus To Do list was still an important project that needed to be done. Of course, I put it off. In case no one has shared their secret, procrastination is a college student’s unhealthy best friend.
Rewind to a few months back, when I had first stated that I had wanted to pull from the various lists, I was filled with an overwhelming excitement. The feeling floated with me when I explored new places. Maintaining such a feeling became difficult however when I came home to a workload bigger than my five foot frame.
However, the work has been done over the remaining months up to the turn in date and I would not swap these experiences with any other.
Walking into Rocket Fizz was just like walking into the Sweetie’s back home and while my best friend does not read my blog posts, even she would agree I make terrible decisions at Sweetie’s.
Lucky for her (and me) I am a broke college student.
Tapping against the hardwood floor, I was worried there would be a moment in which it would fall beneath my suite mates and me. It seemed to bend at the slightest touch. But, there was candy and sodas so if I were to fall, I reasoned, I would be compensated adequately.
It was quiet in the room despite the music that played in the background. I had no idea what to think of the area itself. The lady behind the counter seemed tired and I took in the energy, slowing down as I admired the international candy at the front of the store. My roommates admired the building as well.
It was smaller, a lot smaller than that of other stores I had been in. But on High Street, most of the buildings had a minimalist feel to them. This contrasted greatly to some of the super stores that surround the campus. The ones that carried hygiene and candy and movies seemingly all in the same row. Rather, as the city transformed to the Short North, there was a specificity in each store that could be associated with integrity and pride.
There is something innocent about candy shops that made us all smile. I tried hard to pronounce the Japanese names, and was later distracted by the finger puppets that made a cow. I am a child.
It took us awhile to take the entire area in, despite its small stature. I listened as my suite mates laughed and I could not help but enjoy their company. It made the entire time feel more meaningful.
Overall, I would go back to the store. Not because I am an addict for candy, and if I were I prefer to buy it in bulk, but because it is a happy place to lose yourself in. It is a moment of relaxation and a time to remain in thought. Having good friends and a people to share it with only makes it better. I would go back to Rocket Fizz again.
I had never gone to COSI. As a science nerd it was a dream to walk the vast building. It certainly lived up to the hype.
I went with my family on Buckeye Family Night. My mom, dad, and little brother all came down to visit me. I was thrilled. After touring the football field, I was excited to leave campus to enjoy a day of learning with my family. I especially enjoy learning about science with my little brother, Brendan. I hope to push him to enjoy learning just as I had with my other little brother Matt. Sadly he could not come out to visit as he had try outs for basketball. But, the thought of him remained in my heart as I sent ugly selfies of myself to him.
The building itself was huge, far bigger than I imagined. Walking into the doors, my family and I were greeted to a giant pendulum. While I pointed excitedly, my brother determined it to be boring and continued on his way.
As an avid coffee lover and chemistry nerd, my biggest joy was seeing a cafe called Atomic Cafe. I turned to my mom and she smiled and asked for my picture in front of it. To her, it was another sign I was making the right choice in my educational career.
My family and I decided to go into the interactive chemistry show COSI had offered. Of course, my brother offered me as a volunteer. I will admit that while it was fun, it was also terrible.
Having all the attention on me made my face as red as a tomato and yet my brother cheered and laughed for me like no other. I would rather be embarrassed than miss that wonderful sound.
After the show, more exploration was done. We saw the engineering room, the room on human bodies, and a beautiful replication of old towns in America.
I loved it all.
After a long day, my mother and I went to get coffee. As we stood in line, I saw Brietta, Maggie, Kayla, and Catherine. It was another nice surprise.
Before we left, my brother saw Brutus and I was excited to get his picture. His smile made my night.
I would go back to COSI and I certainly plan to. It was an amazing experience and having my family by my side made it all the more enjoyable.
Kittie’s Cakes, Pistacia Vera, and The Book Loft
For the remainder of my list, I was able to spend the day in German Village with my roommates Kayla, Brietta, and Maggie. The bus ride was crowded and the overwhelming smell of cigarette filled my lungs. Feeling the cool air as I stepped off the bus was a relief.
I had gone to German Village before with my best friend. However, it was boring in the sense that a lot of the stores had closed early. When we first arrived, I worried something similar would occur. But, we were there at a perfect time.
The streets were open, the traffic was nonexistent, and the lines were minimal. It was a change of pace from that of campus.
I kinda liked it.
For a moment I could breathe and relax as I walked alongside my favorite people. We entered Kittie’s Cakes, which was near the bus stop, and were greeted by a warm but tired cashier. The bakery was almost nonexistent, but that did not stop our excitement.
I bought a smores cupcake. The top was marshmallow fluff turned brown with the gentle addition of flames. The bottom contained a still soft crust. I enjoyed the sweet treat as we walked to Pistacia Vera. While not initially planned, Maggie’s want for hot cocoa led us there.
When we entered, I was swept off my feet. The French influence was beautifully implemented and the people inside were friendly. I immediately smiled when I realized this was where my best friend bought the desserts that she sent to me via some app she uses. I sent her a picture.
I bought a croissant and black coffee and Maggie got her hot cocoa. I was excited to sit down. For an hour we talked and enjoyed each other’s company. Brietta caved and got a chocolate macron. Considering that she ate it all, I knew she liked it.
As I sipped at my coffee, we watched dogs pass by. It was a slow day outside but even the dogs seemed to enjoy the atmosphere and walked by their owner’s side. As the sun set I felt myself melt in my surroundings.
After we finished our drinks and snacks, we walked to the Book Loft, which boasted 32 rooms dedicated to various genres. Again I melted.
The old book smell permeated the room and I walked in wanderlust. Each room led to more and after awhile, I was alone surrounded by classics. After picking up a book I was searching for, I checked out and searched for the others. The task proved to be difficult given how vast and sectioned the store was. When I found Kayla, we decided to wait at the front for the other two.
The sky outside was dark when we were done.
It was an amazing time and I would love to go back with them. Out of all of my experiences, this was my favorite. It was a moment in which I learned that Columbus was not all hustle. Rather, it was a place in which friendships strengthened, relaxing was encouraged, and curiosity grew.
Some might have explored more during this experience. But for me, it was nice exploring what I had given the time constraints. Sadly, I was too busy to explore Columbus more regularly. But my experiences were lighthearted and meaningful to me. I would rather have this quality over the quantity of traveling more.
Given my experiences now, I would offer to someone who wished to do this to go with people they love. It makes the entire thing more enjoyable and meaningful. I would also recommend going sooner rather than later. But time can be hard to work with without an imposing deadline. So, if you are like me, live on the edge and do it all last minute.
Nothing is more stressful to me than talking about my future. I mean, I barely know what I want to do for the day, let alone ten years from now. When I think of my future self, I see her as old and slow. Maybe she will be wiser, but I would rather live in the now than worry about the aging cellular processes my body goes through everyday. One might think it is a fear of mortality, but I disagree. Rather, it is a fear of not being able to accomplish what I want in the short time I have on this earth.
When I was young, I wanted to be a scientist. The word itself glittered and I pictured my young frame in a long lab coat, working diligently over test tubes of fun colored liquids. It is crazy to see how little has changed. For me, it was never about the title but rather what I could do and discover with the education and tools present. That is still very important now.
As I continue my education as a major in chemistry and with minors in sustainable agriculture and physics, I realize how set and determined I am to graduate and follow my goals. In fact, I would go as far to say that I am implementing my goals in my career planning model. My major and minors revolve around what I want to research once I am out of college. I have the goal to understand herbicide’s and pesticide’s chemical structures and figure out how to make them more environmentally friendly. I also know that I wish to go back to school to study biochemsitry so I can further research into GMO’s and and create sustainable seeds for third world countries. First, I must finish my education. But I am hoping to intern at a scientific company and learn hands on what school cannot teach me. I just have to remind myself to take it all one day at a time.
The website provided did recommend that for my personality, IRA, biochemistry was a good field to work in. It was a cool discovery, however I try hard not to put too much merit into these kinds of tests. After all, who will know what I love better than me.
That is not to say I came out of the experience learning nothing. I learned how fluid passion can be and I listened to the struggles of my friends who did not know exactly what they wanted to do. I am surprisingly fortunate to be given the opportunities and education that allowed me to decide how I wanted my life to go. However, I am amazed by my friends and everything that they want to discover and research. I believe that there is no reason for them to limit themselves and I know they will find something that makes them happy.
As for me, I discovered the stress that is accompanied by looking at the future. But I do not think it is a bad thing. Instead I see it as an obstacle that can be overcome through hard work and determination. I will achieve my goals, I will continue to work hard, and I will be happy. If a new passion comes my way, I will be happy to chase it. This is the only life I have after all.
Columbus is a large city, almost too large. I had never really thought about it until I looked at the Columbus To Do List. I had gotten so comfortable with the campus that Ohio State seemed to shrink in size.
The list reminded me just how expansive and opportunistic the city really was.
When we were told about the assignment originally, I wondered what list I would choose. I decided that I would simply pick places at random off the various lists that interested me. I did ponder the idea of doing only coffee shops for a bit, but realized my poor heart nor my wallet could handle that amount of caffeine. Anyways, mixing up the lists meant I had six reasons to leave campus rather than five.
Already I have gone out to a place on the list with my friends. During a hot “fall” day, my floor and I went to Graeter’s ice cream to explore off campus.
Getting to the store was an adventure in itself. We missed the first bus to take us there, we were uncertain where to stop, and we found ourselves walking for quite some time. My favorite moment of the trip was when we all passed a little girl’s kool-aid stand. All of us purchased a cup and I stepped aside to talk to the girl’s mother about how to style short hair. I wasn’t sure why she trusted me, I even said I don’t deal with hair. That’s why it’s all cut off.
The setting of Graeter’s itself was bland. A busy street overlooked the small building, and I felt slightly underwhelmed. Walking inside the building, I realized how hot I truly was as the air conditioning blew on my back. Inside was homely, albeit cramped, as we all stood side by side in the line. I was excited for ice cream.
I watched the room quietly and saw a young girl with her grandmother. It made me think of when my grandma took my brothers and me out for ice cream and I could not help but smile. It is the little things that make these experiences great.
When I reached the front of the line, I ordered a chocolate chocolate chip ice cream cone.
Maggie, Brietta and I went outside and sat in the shade of a tree. I absorbed the industrialized landscape and after awhile found myself lost in thought.
I suppose the experience overall was positive, the ice cream was good and my company was better. I certainly would recommend it to my friend’s when they come to visit. However, I am excited over the fact that I have so much exploration to do. That thought alone overshadows the experience of the ice cream shop.
Exploring is what I am most excited about and I am grateful to have the opportunity to call this project “homework.” I hope to find new areas to go to when I am feeling overwhelmed with classwork and with the bustle of campus. If there is one thing I have learned, Ohio State was not made with introverts in mind. I cannot wait to find an area off campus I could call my own and have a few moments to think to myself.
However, I think I am most excited to be touched by the little experiences people share when they are out in public. I am excited to hold the door open and smile to strangers, to have a casual conversation while looking out the window of a coffee shop, or even enjoying the presence of people who also enjoy the beauty of nature.
It is not so much the location I am excited about but rather the experience and I cannot wait to truly get started.
It was a gloomy day when Animesh and I met. It still is a gloomy day, we did meet today after all. Looking out my window, I was surprised at how wet the Earth had become. Living in Morrill is like living in a vacuum. There is no sign of the outside world other than the prison like window in the bedroom. When I saw the rain pouring gently, I immediately felt more tired. But I continued to button up my flannel and headed down to meet with him.
He sat by the study rooms and I was excited but nervous to start. Talking is not always my forte. But, I did have a nice list to read off of.
Sitting down beside him, I decided to jump right in. Reading off the list, I said quietly, “How did you decide on the major you have chosen.”
He went into a story about his first year, his interest in engineering, and the classes he took. It was all amazing. Throughout the discussion I learned more about him, and I was happy to do so.
I had learned a lot by the end of the interaction, where we finished off with a photo and parted ways. He loved participating in ENR by being a mentor and I learned his dream job was to be a rock star or a game warden in Africa.
To me, the most important thing I had learned was that education at the Ohio State University was what you made of it. Academics could outweigh your social life at times, but it is still important to have fun and enjoy clubs. Campus was full of areas to study, such as Thompson and the outdoors, but it was also full of clubs to join, such as the wildlife and fishery club that I never knew existed.
I had learned that some classes were going to be hard. For us, calculus was a class we both bonded over struggling with. I learned that it is okay to fail and to realize that I cannot be good at everything. No one can be good at everything. But through extra effort, we can learn to become better.
Animesh spoke passionately about how college changed how he viewed himself and worked. That introspection hit me hard and I hope to use that same type of analysis to understand who I am, what I want, and how I can remain motivated throughout my academic career. I also hope to implement his enthusiasm for his future and his major into my life. Work always seems so much easier when it is something you are passionate about.
While he did not have many classes directed towards his FABE major, I could tell that he was passionate and informed about the topics he wanted to study. It was an amazing time learning about such an unknown major, for me, and I was so excited that he too was excited to share his experience.
Overall, it was an amazingly informative and fun experience. Had it not been for ENR, I may have never met such an intelligent individual.
After taking the test to determine my top personality traits, I was amazed at how accurate such a test could be. It seemed unlikely that a handful of questions could determine the five most endearing characteristics that make me, well, me. Out of the twenty-four traits, my top five were shown on the bright colored page:
Liking to laugh and tease; bringing smiles to other people; seeing the light side; making (not necessarily telling) jokes.
Letting one’s accomplishments speak for themselves; not regarding oneself as more special than one is.
Being aware of the motives/feelings of others and oneself; knowing what to do to fit into different social situations; knowing what makes other people tick.
Love of Learning
Mastering new skills, topics, and bodies of knowledge, whether on one’s own or formally; related to the strength of curiosity but goes beyond it to describe the tendency to add systematically to what one knows.
Not shrinking from threat, challenge, difficulty, or pain; speaking up for what’s right even if there’s opposition; acting on convictions even if unpopular; includes physical bravery but is not limited to it.
Is copy and pasting the quotes from the website academic misconduct? Just to be safe, I will note the URL at the bottom of the screen. All of this information has come from the VIA Institute on Character. (Better safe than sorry, calculus is taking up too much time to be fighting a legal battle.)
After looking at the entire list and understanding the different traits I was rated on, I realized that these five best described me. Not only that, but I enjoyed the placement of each trait. In fact, I was so excited to have humor in first place I shared it with all of my roommates (who said I would in fact get humor as my number one.) I also enjoy all of the other traits. I do not like to be boastful, I try to minimize my presence and make everyone feel comfortable around me, and I can be awfully brave if my morals are being threatened. However, that does not mean I am very confrontational. I am not. That just isn’t in me.
I think out of all of the traits, I enjoy using humor the most in my life. Humor is one of my favorite things in the world. Seeing my friends smile and hearing them laugh always brightens up my day. While I also love to learn, I feel that it is not as applicable when understanding others. Humor is what makes the world go round and it keeps me from stressing over the little things. I think that is one of the biggest strengths I have learned throughout my years. Sometimes, it is better to laugh at a situation and move on.
I have never given much thought into organizing my personality traits. I would not know how. But now that I have such a list, I am content with the answers. To be honest, I feel as if moving a trait is dishonest to myself. No, this test does not describe me entirely as a person. Saying such a thing would be crazy. In fact, it has barely scratched the surface of who I am. However, to move around the order of the list generated after answering the questions honestly feels futile and I feel that this test is fairly accurate. Despite its limitations, the test did fairly well at understanding a few key traits about me.