A phone call from my school robbed me of the chance to come out to my family. My father hinted that he was unable to accept my sexual orientation, but I didn’t blame him, because even I couldn’t accept my sexual orientation.…
My mother, sister, and I were driving down Highway 124 on a hot July day when my mom screamed and slammed on the breaks. Fear rushed through our bodies. Outside the car window, a short young African American man was launched into the air. As he came down, a loud boom sounded as his body helplessly rolled off the hood of the faint green Toyota Corolla in front of us. The man lay motionless in the road while we waited for what seemed like hours for the driver to exit the car. His red shirt and gym shorts were ripped. The driver of the opposing car threw the vehicle in reverse in a spasmodic action in an attempt to end the man’s life. The injured man made an effort to crawl onto the Wendy’s sidewalk, forcing his body up on the curb to evade the car. The driver drove up onto the curb and blew its tire, just barely missing the wounded man. Realizing the driver would stop at nothing, my mother drove her white suburban in front of the car, blocking the violent perpetrator from doing any further damage.…
I was an emotional wreck for no reason. They knew and continued to love me. I was so relieved and excited at the same time. People cannot help who they fall in-love with, and that is just life. Like Ellen Page said, I am here because I am gay. I like the opposite sex and although it is not right to some people, I am me. I am happy in my own skin and I think everyone else should be too. I am me, my own person, and I cannot change that. Instead of being embarrassed of who I am and what gender I prefer, I will embrace it. Never belittle yourself because of another persons opinion.…
Through all my years in school I have never sat in a class remotely close to the way Meeting12 was conducted. I was sitting there and asking myself where was this class when I was in high school? I understand why this type of communication is so difficult, I have never had an open forum of sorts to talk with the opposite gender and really communicate the topic of sex. To me it seems like such an undervalued and under utilized part of relationships. I think if more classes take on an approach like meeting12, communication between genders can greatly increase.…
Today was the day. The big day. My election for Lieutenant Governor of Division 2B for Key Club, an international service club, was today. Fear and anxiety pricked my skin in rapid movements emanating from every pore. I rehearsed my speech for the fifth time that day. Upon arrival at the Fairfax Library, I urged myself to remain calm. I quickly scouted out the other girls who were present; one girl was dressed professionally with a folder in her hand. I knew that was my competition. The girl spoke eloquently and genially, she radiated enthusiasm and a certain warmth that I did not have. With every question that was asked, she answered with a smooth smile and high-pitched tone that was dripping with sincerity. I bristled inside; I had just been slapped. I was shrouded in a cloud of anxiety and anxiousness. Suddenly, I was dragged from my reverie.…
I grew up as the ignored daughter. The first child of two very smart, diligent working class carribean immigrant parents. My parents worked tirelessly to give my sibling and I everything we needed. We never had to worry about where our next meal was comming from and we never wore hand me downs, for all intents and purposes, we were blessed. The one thing my parents passed down to us was religion. It was our way of life.…
Gender was always a very tricky subject for me until I finally realized gender and sex are two different things. So, gender was never something I ever really thought about. I was a girl and that was that. It was definitely assumed for me based on my biological “label” of female at birth. I grew up with two sisters so there were lots of baby dolls and Barbies. But as I got older, aspects of other gender(s) became aware to me that I decided I wanted to incorporate into my own gender. I did not like wearing dresses so that “norm” was thrown out of my wardrobe options. I was much more comfortable in pants and a t-shirt playing outside. I became very interested in sports and always wanted to be outside shooting baskets or throwing around…
You can try to repress it. You can try and hide from it, but it is only a matter of time until it catches up with you. You can never escape who you truly are. I am gay. I accept this now. I know there is nothing wrong with me. This is just who I am. I have told several of my friends and their reactions have been accepting as I predicted, but my parents are a different story.…
Our school didn't have a GSA for about three years until now. When I was a ninth grader I was very sure of my sexuality. But the thing was that the school I went to wasn't very friendly when it came to LGBTQ+ people. The administration were fine, the issues usually came from the student body. I was surrounded by homophobia, and I had not one safe place to allow myself to be me. I wasn’t allowed to be as open as I wanted to be but eventually I thickened my skin and came out. Looking back at that time I really wished I had a safe place, a place where I did not feel oppressed. So senior year the original advisor for our school GSA came back. It was time to make that safe space I had so needed back at the beginning of my high school experience. So along with a few other LGTBTQ+ allies and family we breathed new life in our GSA. We had decided that it was time to hold elections because when it first began out club had no executive cabinet. So since we only had a handful of members, I’d volunteered to be president and since we had no objections and no opposing party I was voted in. We now had a full executive cabinet. So I started advocating for our club in my classes since everyone knew me and all that. And we’ve now added about two more members another gay teen and a lesbian.…
My story beings like any other, at the moment I took my first breath on July 30th 1998 in Bilisht, Albania. I was born in a small town in the lower region of Albania where my entire family lived with my grandparents under one household. My parents soon came to the realization that the current living situation was incongruous for a new family, such as ours, to thrive. As the result, my parents chose to apply for the government program granting our family access to move into a completely new society with new laws, regulations, political aspects and that was tens of thousands of miles away. Our family, at that instant, had a struck of luck as my mother’s name was drawn for us to move to the greatest country the United States of America.…
Ever since I was born, I was a military brat. Not knowing where to call home, or if any place could be home, I moved. I moved six times, four of those places were towns that nobody could think about. Germany, North Carolina, Alaska, North Carolina, Germany, and Alaska, yet no place to call home. May 22, 1999, my first day on this world; Kronach hospital had its first American baby in their hands, yet they acted like I was a different species. The only event I remember was when I was about one. While I was one, I grabbed everything in my reach, even a grill handle. As a baby, I did not know that the handle was moving, the grill top had smashed my thumb. Ever since that event, I now have a starfish mark on the side of my right thumb from where the stiches were.…
Due to the nature of the coming out process, there are fundamental challenges to learning the experiences of the LGBT population. The labels lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender as sexual identity labels present particular problems: A student may be able to articulate feelings of attraction to the same-sex, though are reluctant to adopt the label of lesbian, gay and/or bisexual (Rankin 2003).…
Tired, with a headache, and not in capacity to maintain my eyes open, I remembered next day was Halloween, which was the last thing I remembered before falling sleep. I woke up and saw the watch, it was three o’clock a.m. I listened to a weird sound that came from my closet; it was soft, but I could hear it like a rat scratching the walls. Intrigued about what was happening, I woke up and walked towards the closet. The sound gave me the chills.…
Ralph Waldo Emerson once said “To be yourself in a world that is trying to make you something else is a great accomplishment”. A question such as “who am I”? Really gives me the opportunity to differentiate and express who I really am and who I can be. I am not a complex person who thinks the world is against me, nor am I overly sophisticated “know-it-all” who doesn't take time to pay attention to my surroundings. I can't say that I am like every other person because there are certain things that make me a unique individual. What I can say is that I am progressing towards a brighter future.…
I am not a straight A student, but that does not mean I do not understand business. I was once told that straight A students end up working for the C students because the A students want everything to perfect and don't want to see failure. The problem with that Is that once they do fail at something they don't know what to do while these C students are somewhat used to failing, they know how to overcome the struggle and manage to get it done better than before. I am one of these hard working C students and have always found a way to get things done. I am one of the Captains of the Track and Field so I know how to work great with others. To continue, I'm in an AP statistics class so I am very good when it comes to working with numbers. By being…