Prejudice is something that no one thinks they are fond of. I have never found myself to be in a situation where I thought that I was being bias or making an unreasonable assumption in the moment. However‚ after pondering over certain situations‚ I realized that I have found myself to make assumptions in a few circumstances. I met one of my best friends last year during field hockey season. As a junior‚ I was very excited to start the season and see what the freshmen had to offer. During the
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I got asked if I was gay in middle school gym class by prying girls as they saw me repeatedly miss foul shots. My answer was always “no”. Looking back‚ I’m not even sure those prodding questions had any merit. However‚ the occasional jab of “that’s gay” or brotherly love manifested by the word “faggot” were so prevalent that I began considering their validity. At what point does “gay” become more than a juvenile insult? Ever since I was little I knew I was different‚ but I assumed I felt just as
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Trying new activities especially if it is something different from my own culture is what I have always wanted to do because I have this curiosity to explore what is around me. I have done many different activities and have experienced cultural diversity‚ but this time was a little different. A friend of mine suggested me to go with him to visit American Conservatory Theater in San Francisco last week where there was a musical show called “ The Unfortunates”. Personally‚ it is the first time me attending
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“Good girl. You listened well.” She assumed it was the Teacher speaking. “Who are you?” she asked in a husky voice‚ dry from the heavy breathing. “All in its time Samantha; tonight is just an introduction. I want to learn who you are‚ inside‚ Samantha. I want to teach you your desires.” He said this as his fingers trailed lightly up her arm‚ from wrist to shoulder‚ igniting a thrilling‚ electric spark in their path. “I know what my desires are‚” she protested. “No‚ Samantha‚ those are not true desires
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A couple of days latter I found myself dialoguing with him via text message. I exchanged texts with him while working‚ on and off for an entire day. There was no attempt on his part at flirtation‚ suggestion‚ or trying to negotiate the boundary that I put in place. I wondered if I was giving him mixed message since in fact I was not being clear with him. He did put his toe in the water in terms of starting a flirtation‚ though it was after I accidentally gave him an opening. I referred to myself
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This was not a normal day; my mind knew it and so did my thin pale body. I had a sick awful uneasy feeling in my stomach. The day had come that I talked to my doctors about the daunting IFV. For many months‚ I couldn’t keep my mind in one place‚ ideas were always flying around and I would always struggle to catch them. I had just turned the big 4 0 and decided I had to do something before it was too late. My hair has started becoming multi-coloured‚ my face is starting to crack‚ my skin doesn’t stick
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Several events followed my birth‚ I was placed in an incubator chamber for 24 hours and my mother was recovering from her cesarean section. According to my mother‚ after her cesarean section she was given medication to help her sleep and let her recover. A few hours later a nurse woke her in her recovery suite to tell her that I had been placed in an incubator due to excess fluid surrounding my heart. My mom was not able to hold me for a full day after I was born and she admits that it was devastating
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I grew up in a household consumed by sports. At a young age my father drilled things like ESPN‚ football‚ and elbow pads into me and my brother’s heads. Both of my brothers were naturally gifted in athletics. I on the other hand‚ was not. I couldn’t catch a football‚ run a lap‚ or shoot a basket to save my life. When seventh grade rolled around I made a deal with my dad that if I got a part in the spring production I could quit sports altogether. That year the play was “Cinderella” and I was nervous
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Searing heat‚ no breeze‚ and glaring sun attempted to transform me into the human equivalent of a crispy baked potato. It was a sleepy Sunday afternoon‚ twelve on the dot by my wristwatch. I plopped down on the wooden doorstep of my father’s trailer‚ shielded from the floating‚ flaming ball of assorted rock and metal in the sky‚ by a canopy of corrugated tin. The sky was a vibrant‚ yet non-aggressive‚ shade of azure‚ interwoven with swirls of pale cotton. The sun shone on the majestic‚ yet barren
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This had been an ongoing issue for almost as long as I was in school. My parents couldn’t go a week without some kind of event that brought the two further apart. Sometimes I would be oblivious to it‚ and on other occasions‚ I would have to constantly be thinking of which parent I’d be more suited to live with. Throughout these years‚ it became obvious that a divorce was inevitable. This idea became a reality when I was almost 13‚ going into my freshman year of highschool. The time where I
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