I am

So I went to see my college counselor for the first time today, and she asked me a very peculiar question: "If your friends were to describe you to someone, what would they say?" And I had no idea how to answer her. Maybe I was looking for the perfect all-encompassing answer that is not present, but I just couldn't answer. So then she said: "Well, just think about it. Who are you?"

So that got me thinking. Who am I? It should be a relatively easy question to answer, and at first it is.

I am a girl.
I am 17.
I am a Mexican-German American.
I am a lover of cats and dogs and most things furry.
I am an avid reader.
I am a Jane Austin and Harry Potter fanatic.
I am a Chicagoan.
I am a Berwynite.
I am the product of some southern upbringing.
I am a barefoot walker.
I am a girl.
I am a lover, not a fighter.
I am compassionate.
I am sarcastic.
I am a brunette.
I am tan.
I am sitting down.
I am a piano player.
I am a singer.
I am a sometimes diver and a sometimes swimmer.
I am without a driver's licence.

Is that enough? Is that who I am? I don't know. I can probably go on for hours listing what I am, but where will that get me? Will it make me realize the potential I have? Will it make me feel better? I don't know. I don't think so. Maybe it will. Maybe that's why she wants me to think about it. I guess if I have to sell myself to a college, make them WANT me, I have to know why. I have to know who I am before I can go out into the world and try to make something of myself. I guess this all makes sense now.

If I am all of these things, then who are you?