Identification has long been used in history to label, and some ways, define who we from the moment we are born. My name is Tiffany Duong and throughout my short and naive existence, I've struggled with the task of finding out and identifying who I am. In some ways, it’s easier to know who we aren't. For example, I know I’m not going to find myself in a bag of psilocybin or tetrahydrocannabino compounds and that I’m often not who my Virgo horoscope tells me I am supposed to be. I come from both urban and suburban, from a household where you take off your shoes at the door, and from an extended family that set up residence in the Bay Area in hopes of a better tomorrow. I've always been curious and snoopy as a child, constantly investigating the latest reason behind the new car on the block or obscure pregnancy of the only neighborhood cat. Playing detective sometimes lead me to doors of bricks with a stern scoldings, but sometimes they lead me to new insights and perspectives. I guess a natural inquisition to uncover more about myself and the history of where I am is what brought me to this class. I’m like hiking, playing with my dog, outdoor activities with friends, painting on vinyl records, and listening to podcasts on productivity while procrastinating. I also have a deep rooted anxiety of failing and being unprepared, so as I try to balance my hectic summer schedule in attempts to succeed academically, I find  that I have less and less time for the things I like. I think it’s interesting how this need to be adequate in school, which translates into to finding out who I’m going to be in a few years, paradoxically takes up so much time from me being who I know I am now. I find that I am very concerned about my well-being lately. I am concerned about how I will fair against my classes this summer. I am concerned how my sedentary life of sitting for hours in class and hours to study has led to me being fluffier than I’d like to be. I am also concerned that I will never have enough time, patience, or self-discipline to learn how to consistently meditate or get in the habit of doing some sort of mindfulness practice to keep me grounded. I suppose there are a million and one things to worry about as person in a sea of voices all crying out for guidance, but at the end of the day, I am grateful for all my first-world problems. I hope looking to the history of our past will help decipher the mysteries of finding my own sense of self. If Columbus could find the Americas, maybe I too will be able to find my own free America.