The Carolina Day Key Middle School went on an overnight in September 2015 at a place called Camp Timberlake for Boys. All of us got to know each other well. On our last day a few of our canoes flipped over while on the French Broad River. One of them was Lacy, Aubrey and Mr. Flamini’s canoe. Lacy and Aubrey’s canoe flipped over when Mr. Flamini tried to clamber in.
The Langdon family, as Some Luck envisions them, serve as an emotional ambassador for the thousands of Iowa farm families like them. Their story with its emphasis on the everyday and the incremental changes in Midwestern life, is something millions of Americans today both inside and out of the borders of the Midwest can relate to on an emotional level as the story of their own ancestors. Smiley chooses to examine changes in Midwestern life, not through the lenses of statistics, great men, cataclysmic events or lingering effects, but by invoking her imagination of how change was experienced as it occurred. She succeeds at conveying a truth in fiction, representative of thousands of truths in fact which will never be discovered. The historical
When we first moved here my mom went to one of the high school football games and was amazed by the spirit of the fans. She then found out that it was because the football team had won the last two games and they are supposed to be a losing team. Also at this time my brothers and I had been telling my mom for years she needed to quit smoking which she had been doing since she was 13. So, we designed a contract. The contract stated that if the Wabash High School football team had a winning season meaning they had to win 5 games that my mother had to quit smoking.
While I have not experienced discrimination of any kind due to my name, over the years I have had to learn to always correct people when they are mispronouncing it, to show respect for my culture and heritage. This is something I did not always do, as I believed that the correct pronunciation of my name was not a big issue. However, through reading literary works such as ‘give your daughters difficult names' I have begun to understand the cultural significance of names and why it is important to always pronounce them
I didn’t know what to say so I just acted like I was sleeping. I snoored louder than a furry, gigantic grizzly bear during its hibernation, zZzZzZz. Ever since that day she hated me, for some weird reason. The teacher called my mom and said, “Hello, I called to tell you that your daughter is a
During the 1980s, six million immigrants from Latin America and Asia immigrated to California. This, in effect, had a great impact upon the development of cities, such as my hometown, Rowland Heights, which has a predominantly Asian American and Latino community. For instance, if you drive down Colima Road, you are greeted by a row of ethnic stores and restaurants that proudly display their names in their own language. Three years ago, I read an article about Monterey Park revising an ordinance that would make the use of Latin characters on signs mandatory, which caused anger in the community due to its similarity to an issue from the 1980s. I remembered this story when I noticed that many signs in Rowland Heights showcased foreign languages.
I got stopped by a creepy little girl that called me “little chicken nugget.” For some reason that made
The June 27th, 2015 championship game for our local West Hanover baseball team, it was a beautiful day Central PA perfect for the great game of baseball. Looking back it was a day I will never forget, possibly one of the most important days of my life. We were playing our rival team the undefeated Hershey teams, us only having one lose in our regular season to the one and only Hershey team. This team was loaded with athletes their cocky attitudes. They were like the Yankees and we were the Phillies, we were the underdogs
Yes, I can definitely relate to the author Patricia Covarrubias name being ‘rechristened’. As I have explained in my previous posts about my acculturation into ‘mainstream’ socialization via elementary schooling. My name Sombo was butchered so many times, for example, I was called ‘Sambo’, ‘Sam’, ‘What kind of name is that?’, ‘It’s so weird sounding’, ‘are you sure it is not Samba like the dance? …and many more pejorative comments. Consequently, I kept name my birth name Sombo, but I added a ‘normal sounding American name’ Sam as my middle name because I felt like an outsider and wanted to be accepted, however, eventually after gaining self-esteem and reclaiming my cultural identity I restored my original birthname. Just like the author wrote
The Crucible Narrative We are in the woods. I, John Proctor, am with Abigail. We are in an argument. I hold a rock behind my back. “Abigail, you must stop with this pretense!”
One person called my “nerd” while others called me “glasses”. After that day, I felt sick so I decided to stay home. When I got back to school, I asked someone what I missed and they said “ you should know that right ”. Ever since then, I got scared of asking questions. I conquer my fear during junior high since my friends proved, that stereotypes is just a hurdles that I can get over with.
Even though I have not received the same treatment that Kamel had, but I always have a hard time to say or listen my name. Every time people have to call my name, most of them usually waited a moment when I see them. Also, almost nobody can pronounce my name
When I contemplate about my years at Pine Forge Academy I realized that I had numerous fond memories. "Little Lake” was a factory that made redwood patio furniture. While on the bus to Little Lake I recall how the group of students would make up songs to sing and how fantastic we sounded. I remembered the long days and how many of us would return to the campus covered with wood shavings. I reminisce on the many summers that I did not return home for summer vacations.
Last week I was just buying a new binder from Staples, the cashier asks if I went to East. I answered yes, since I did in fact go there for freshman year, but I just from my answer, she automatically assumed that I must have graduated since I no longer attended the school. It also could have been the fact I had Duke has written across my sweatshirt in obnoxiously large letters. But she proceeds to tell me all about her roommate at college and asked me about mine. I could have easily corrected her and said that I’m not actually in college, but instead I made up a story about my college roommate.
Firoozeh Dumas writes her article with the intention of getting her point across without an aggressive approach. Being humorous, she begins her article with examples of distasteful names that are used to replace foreigner’s hard to pronounce names. Dumas states, “My cousin’s name, Farbod, means “Greatness”. When he moved to America, all the kids called him ‘Farthead’” (Dumas 605).
