Design, art, and self-construction in personal identity

I am an 18-year-old girl who attends a Parson's design school in New York City and studies design and management. I am a foreigner in that I come from * and have been living here for * years. I studied French before in high school so you may call me a poly-linguist.

Art is very much an aspect of my life. Not only do I study art and design, but also I think that design and management (another one of my studies) makes up my very character and ethos of life. What I mean to say is that each of us is constructions or artistic masterworks. We each create / sculpt / weave design (whichever artistic medium you prefer to use) to sculpt ourselves, and sculpting ourselves is perhaps the most challenging part of existence. But it is the most significant.

I love art. Some see art s inessential. A nice hobby, perhaps, but, ultimately, just another hobby or subject such as reading, drawing, mathematics, or science. I, on the other hand, see art as something that permeates all existence. A finely crafted composition is a piece of art; a woman's body -- her graceful movements and curves are another piece of art; the curvature of a dog's limbs, and the leaves sliding through the air in Autumn; the sound of the lecturer slicing through the air; and the way these words are expressing themselves on paper.. Each of these -- their form and connection and end result are varying pieces of art in that they have varying effects and impact. You see, I am interested in all of these things, nature particularly and I am apt to daydream as well as fall asleep on the bus. I love whizzing on the highway in my car, but am afraid of venturing far. Although I love biking, particularly when letting go of the handle bars and zooming down steep roads. I love canoeing, too, and roller-balding, and walking far into oceans thoguh I cannot swim. I love reading thoguh I often fall asleep over my book. I crave friends and society, although simultaneously I hate people and wish to flee them when I encounter them often imaging them as moths or rats and imagining them in weird postures. The latter tells you that I am something of a scientist and perhaps I may be although I find that I am apt to think of myself in far better ways than I really am and construct my future in far better ways than it really is. I have, for instance, often told people that I am employed in wondrous works when I do nil of those jobs or sincerely believes that I have completed a marvelous manuscript when I have barely started one.