Personal Philosophy

For my final in US history I'm required to write up a personal philosophy. I've just spent the last few hours doing it and am actually pretty proud of it as a rough draft. Any corrections would be welcome, as well as comments on whether or not it is "me".

At first glance I am 17 year old girl with blond hair and green eyes. Surrounded by people and looking like a whirlwind in all the activities, friends, and individual pursuits. In a word, I am eclectic. Every compassionate word, supportive family member, generous gift, willing help, and tolerant friend I have ever been gifted with has been tornado-spun into who I am today, and who I will remain throughout my life.
Like that self-same tornado, I am constantly in motion, and most likely will be until the day I die. I love seeing the world from every angle I possibly can, wether it be through the window of a tall skyscraper in a busy city, or looking up at the sky, lying in the long soft grass of a mountain meadow. I live in a state of constant wonder at the world, then riotous insistance that I can do anything it can do. I believe myself physically invincible and am sure to declare a rematch when bested in any trial of strength. When told I cannot do something it becomes my highest priority to prove that statement wrong. However, when a pursuit loses its challenge I soon become bored, running off to meet my next adventure with open arms.
I thrive on tension and believe I work best under pressure. I cannot think of a big school assignment that was not done in the haste of a frantic burst of energy right before its due date. I procrastinate like no other, and can constantly be found in the middle of the night by my computer, typing away. Somehow I manage to scrape while remaining in a constant state of crisis.
In my youth I had a dress up box containing every possible costume you could imagine. If I didn’t have a specific costume for the person I wanted to be, I made one up. Though my dress up box has been passed down to my younger siblings, I have never grown tired of becoming something else. I feel at home on the stage, whether preforming in front of thousands of people, or sitting by myself, looking out into an empty audience.
In my life I have dreamed of becoming an Olympic Gymnast, a Nurse, a Military Officer, a Dancer, a Stand Up Comedian, an Astronaut, a Firefighter, a Politician, a Psychiatrist, a Lawyer and a Motivational Speaker. For the future my life will most likely fall into one of two extremes. One, I go off to college, meet the man of my dreams, live as poor as church mice, forsake my career to raise a family, and look back on that choice with no regrets. Or two, I become an old maid, growing older and richer every minute, delighting in saying whatever I feel like, while knowing that my family has to put up with me so I will generously pay for dear Suzie’s piano lessons.
The latter might be a bit of a problem as I am not what you would call cultured. All the fancy appearances and the hierarchal games of society matter nothing compared to the tiniest tear shed by a loved one. No sprig of parsley or fancy arrangement of a plate of food makes a difference to me unless it tastes as good as it looks. I believe that no person is too far gone to be loved and to give love. I’ve seen the face of a relative on the news in handcuffs, accused of being a villain, and now can see the world of the media with more objectivity.
It is my ultimate dream, regardless of whatever else happens in my life, to one day, after my death, pull down the book of time and see how my small whirlwind life changed the course of a universe. Chaotic and strong, joyful and blunt, I hope to have truly lived.

I had my dad read it to editi it before I finalized it. He had tears in his eyes as he told be that I've gotten a lot of my personality from him. A chip of the old dust devil in a way.