Self Introduction Essay

BeautifullyUnusual
A Self Introduction
Submitted by: Cleo C. Baylen BSN 2-C

Submitted to: Professor Harlan C. Dureza
BeautifullyUnusual
A Self Introduction of Cleo C. Baylen BSN 2-C
In a silent and intimate night of July 7, 2000, a baby girl was born who, at that
time, did not know what adventure lies ahead in life. Despite her innocence and
uncertainties, one thing is for sure; that even though her nose is as flat as a smashed
ginger, her parents view her as the most beautiful thing that has happened to them.
As a matter of fact, they believe that their baby girl will do amazing things for
this world to remember.
That blessed little girl is me.I usually compare a person’s name to an antique,
where as time passes by, it acquires a rare beauty that has won many battles and
war, thus making it wiser and better than the day before. My name is Cleo C. Baylen.
Most of the time people would describe me as a
compassionate, soft-hearted, wise, and firm lady. But my
name, which was inspired by a well-known
Egyptian queen, rather describes me as someone
“Glorious”.
Just like my favourite fictional character,
Anne of Green Gables, I have prayed to be gloriously
beautiful when I grow up.
I confess that my physical traits are not suitable for
a bride but, with maturity, I came to a revolutionary
opinion that I am unusual.
I want to become a bride, but I cannot imagine
myself as a wife. A friend of mine once made a poem
which, somehow speaks about how he sees me as a
woman. It says…
“When you meet her, leave some scope for the imagination.
She is the universe’s kindred spirit
Far too much, far too beautiful to be contained”
Physically, my friends would describe me as a lady with deep-set eyes which

can go surprisingly starry at times when I seem lost in thought a thousand miles
away. The apples of my cheeks are prominent, giving the appearance of youthful
vigor and childlike innocence whenever I deign to grace those in my company with a
familiar grin, or – rarer still – that heart-touching smile which ever so slightly pulls
up the corner of my mouth. It never fails to make them wonder what could be going
on in this head of mine. The shimmering bronze of my skin reflects both the pride of
our forefathers and my own stubbornness to survive in a harsh world so opposed to
seeing the brand of fearless individuality I alone possess.
Again, I confess that my physical traits are not suitable to become a bride but,
with maturity, I came to a revolutionary opinion that I am unusual. Beautifully
unusual.
My parents, however, are determined advocate of “Education first before
love” policy. Little did they know that I also am a firm believer that love comes in so
many forms, one of which includes my love for them.
My father, Eufemio R. Baylen Jr., is a government teacher and is the only one
who supports our family. Despite our financial struggles, he never forgets to remind
me to be kind and to pursue my dreams above all else because according to him,
aside from he got my back, he also knows “Mathematics”. My mother, Hilda C.
Baylen, is currently appointed as Brgy. Secretary of our barangay. Like any other
mothers, she nags when we fail to do our duties as responsible children.
Nevertheless, Nanay is the kindest person and the best cook I know. I also have a
brother named, Ace C. Baylen, currently a BS Criminology student at West Visayas
State University-Lambunao Campus.
Our characteristics are somewhat influenced by where we live. We live in the
historical town of Santa Barbara, Iloilo which is named as the “Seat of Revolution in
the Visayas.” Our humble home is located in a boundary separating our town from
the next.
Despite of the heroic stories our town has witnessed, my family is living a life
full of unrecognized sacrifices. We live in a simple and humble Nipa Hut, where our
medals are the only proof that we are more than our situation. My father saved a
money for a decent house, only then giving it up because of his siblings’ jealousy. In
order to make things easier, my brother and I did the one thing needed about our
house: DO NOT COMPLAIN. That made a simple Nipa Hut a home.
In order to help them with our needs, I worked as a part-time tutor, host,
labourer, and cold seller. I managed to be on top of my class even though I had to
work after class and during weekends. I was awarded as one of The Outstanding
Students of Iloilo, YMCA Ten Outstanding Girls of Region VI, President of renowned
organizations, Girl Governor who sat as counterpart of former Governor Arthur
Defensor Sr., and a virtuous Journalist in Filipino.
My situation didn’t hinder me to achieve greater heights, and there was not
one moment where I felt ashamed of working to survive.
This bittersweet experience of ours pushed me to become braver and better.
To dream for my family and for those who experience worse than we have. Since
then, I aspired to be a volunteer in international volunteer groups that aim to
address injustice, famine, women and child abuse, and inequality. This, now, leads
us to the infamous question “Why Nursing?”
I chose Nursing since it is the only practical choice I had. We have no money,
and I am not that smart. Nevertheless, I am learning to love it and it’s not far from
what I wanted to be in the future. The dream still continues as long as we do not
give up.
Many have asked why , despite of the inequality and difficulty I experienced,
am I able to work and speak about love and compassion? My answer
is simple, “It is all about Perspective. I deserve to be loved, and I
have the right to love. No one and nothing could tell me that I
don’t”.
I have learned that what we are is a product of what we
are exposed to. My determination, of course, was influenced by a
little spark of inspiration from books and stories I’ve read. One of which
is the story of Malala Yusafzai, a Pakistani woman who was shot by the
Talibans because she fought for women’s right to education. This taught
me that when we have the courage to fight and use our heart, we can
make change.
Just like other people, my life is still an unfinished story of
unending hopes and dreams. Many things are uncertain, but I am
sure that I’ll continue to live believing that gravity is not the most
powerful force on Earth, but Love.
I was born In a silent and intimate night of July 7, 2000, a baby girl who, at
that time, did not know what adventure lies ahead in life. Despite my innocence and
uncertainties, one thing is for sure; I am BEAUTIFULLY UNUSUAL.

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Physically, my friends would describe me as a lady with deep-set eyes which

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