I have been thinking for a several weeks [ever since Vered initially gave out this assignment at the beginning of the semester]. The first time that I wrote this assignment I wrote that I couldn’t be any object because I am not capable of thinking in an abstract way therefore I couldn’t think of anything. It is difficult to separate the things that you like in life and the things that represent you. Although I love to eat stir fry I don’t think that it represents who I am.Yesterday it suddenly occurred to me that I am a book. As I went to verify this symbol of me as a book I was disappointed to discover that none of my friends perceive me as a book, but none the less I still think that I am a book. A book is usually thought as a done deal. Once the book is printed and published it goes without change. I am not a printed book, but rather a notebook or journal. I am dynamic and can change. I offer people around me help, knowledge and information. I am also a place that knowledge can be given to. I feel as though knowledge can be written down inside of me.A book is also a traditional way to convey knowledge and religion. Sometimes I feel as though I am a vessel that contains and can carry religious thought and practice. A book is something that can be open and shared with others and sometimes it can be closed and put on the side. Sometimes I like to be in the center around people and sometimes to be on the side and ignored. A book is something that can go any where and is multicultural. I am not yet multicultural but I hope to be one day.