“After stealing my wallet, trying to molest me, and now this.” Said the girl after letting out a long sigh, “You guys are the worst!” It was after her last shout that I witnessed her true nature. Much like me when I had to fight the soldier statues inside Basilisk Catacomb, a small white light also appeared in front of her chest. Then, she put her hand inside and pulled out a weapon.
"Sorry" She says nonchalantly as she glances over her shoulder to Trent and then returns her attention to me. "We have less than two hours to get out of the city, and you 're having some sort of a breakdown, I was just rectifying your situation." She shrugs her thin shoulders as if that justifies her sudden outburst of violence and then sighs. I 'm tempted to return the favor, and smack her silly, but Trent notices my shifting body weight and shakes his head. I concede and roll my eyes at him.
Later that day, with this sermon thumping through my mind, I went to Gloria’s Nail Salon in Alston because my sister had sent me a Groupon for my birthday. I had never been there before but acted like I knew what I was doing—like I always kept up with these things. Once in the salon, I sat in a big, leather chair in the middle of the room and sunk my feet into a small tub of hot water. When I looked around the room, I had never been so aware of myself. I was the only white person in the salon.
I have witnessed a classmate of mine being teased whenever she spoke up about anything in class. She could say a comment or an answer and people would smirk. I am not saying I am completely innocent myself because at times I would do the same. Then I realized it was a continuation and not just playing around anymore and that her feelings were getting hurt. When I realized that I started calling people out on it.
I could smell the distant sugar covered churros as we neared our local county fair, what a sight, there were countless games and rides to choose from. Hey, wait up Ash I said as she was already rushing over to the churro cart. She turned around and smiled and started running to the cart. Well, that basically summed up our relationship. Just as I was about to begin running someone grabbed my hand, I could already sense the enthusiasm from their hands.
Shokran for updating us on your situation with your mother-in-law. It sounds as if she is continuing to overstep boundaries and has not calmed down with her insensitive remarks. The comment about the medication being being methadone is certainly a strange way to try to be humorous. I think at that point sister I would have also been shocked and ask her why would she say that. Often times people have strange senses of humor, depending on the lives they have lived, experiences they went through and how they were raised as well.
Life As a Translator Like Tan, the author of Mother Tongue, I also am a translator in my family. My Mother came from central America, only arriving to America when she was around 12 or 13. As a result, she knew no English, and faced difficulty acquiring employment. The only job she was able to find was the typical immigrant jobs, working as a maid or waitress.
I believe that I manage boundaries within my personal life very well. I also feel I am focused, driven, and a very clear cut, no-nonsense kind of person. There are several multiple relationships within my own personal life. One of the biggest, is between my supervisor and I. Her son and my son are best friends and have been since a young age.
For our group and our shared love of food we figured that a social norm that had something to do with that would be perfect for us. We decided that the norm to drive through a drive thru needed to be tested. Why should cars be the only ones with the fast access to fast food at their convenience? We believed that people should be able to walk through the drive thrus if it is more convenient for them.
Throughout most of society, people feel the necessity to be accepted. Acceptance tends to be scarce and sporadic in the day to day world. Commonly in today’s age, people base themselves on expectations of others to obtain their approval. People struggle to acquire this acceptance in order to discover their social identity and determine where they sit on the “food chain.” The desire for acceptance induces people to alter themselves to fit in, the superior to profit from the inferior, and people to lose their true identity.