Short Essay Draft

Jeans vs Genes

Since the time of Levi Strauss the human race has been involved in a war. They either study genes in their work or wear jeans to work in but the question is what are jeans/genes anyway? Well, they are homonyms: two words that sound the same but have different spellings. Ironically these two words both describe the way people are seen outwardly and judged in society today. Jeans come in many different shapes and sizes. There are many variations, for example: boot cut, flair, skinny, boyfriend, etc. In society we use these things that cover our legs to define us. If you wear tight jeans you are a punk, if you wear baggy jeans you are a gangster and so forth. But are our jeans really what make us who we are? No, our genes do. They biologically dictate the people that we are. They determine if we have brown hair, blues eyes, and that big nose your great aunt had. They carry our pattern of life that has been  passed down through out time. Genes are what physically make us, us. However we get so caught up in how we look on the outside that often times we let jeans instead of genes define who we are.

Personally I own seven pairs of jeans. If I wanted to I could be a new person everyday of the week. It all depends on what jeans I wear. Of course, that would be a lot of work; trying to be me, but everyone else at the same time. Luckily I really don’t care what other people think and it’s because of this I can wear what ever sort of jeans I want. However, with out many painful surgeries I couldn’t change my face, my body type or my medical history. Fortunately that is something I currently do not have to work on. I’m small, attractive, and to my knowledge my family has no record of heart disease. I have my Dad’s eyes and blunt attitude and my mom’s tininess. I look exactly like my parents but I am technically not their child.

 

When I was seven months I was legally adopted by Ann and Russ Hansen. Therefore, I have never met the people whose genes I have.  To me they are just my biological parents. So according to science and many other theorist who am I? I am a person who doesn’t know my own identity. According to the theories of many men we are who our parents are. There is no getting around it and no avoiding it. It’s my innate sense to be the people they were I have their genes. Right? However, you are like the people you surround yourself with or the people you spend the most time with. Therefore, I have to be like my real mother and father because I have spent my whole life with them. So who I am now? Am I my real parents or my biological parents?

I am 5 feet 5 inches; I love running, reading, and eating. I am friendly and easy to get along with. I am a lacrosse player and a good student. I am no stereotype or a product of anything I personally haven’t done. Everything I have done in my life, the things I have done right, and the things I have done wrong make me the person I am. So which set of jeans/genes is it that makes me that person? I believe that nothing so little can define who I am. No genetic code formulated by people I have never met or nothing blue or long. No, the things I have done the people, I have met, and things I have yet to accomplish are what make me, me.