so before i rip into the wonder that is rexburg i have to say that deep down i really do love it here. i love school and the friends that i've gained and the knowledge that i have gained that i couldn't have gotten any other way than through leaving the saftey of my mom's house (in nyc now if that isnt an oxymoron). i'll say it once more i love it here.
that being said, what is the deal with the flippin' bubble these people live in?
now maybe it is that i grew up in one of the most diverse places in the world or that i am in fact a minority but the behavior that i've experienced is ridiculous.
i understand that i look like i'm african american and when i'm confused for that i'm not offended but when i tell people that i'm dominican and they try to argue that the frustration builds and the plot thickens. in my time here i've been wondered at, questioned and petted yes petted, like a dog.
so, yea i'm different. i've always been different but never like this. i've never gotten stared at for being a different "color" than everyone else. i've never answered questions like "why are you so black?" or "do you get darker in the summer?" or "why do you have black people hair?"
when i talk to my mom about it she asks why i don't just come home. and sometimes i wonder the same thing and then it comes to me. the stupid questions i have to answer don't even compare with the fun that i've had and the love i have felt. so if the price to pay for some happiness is a stupid quetion every now and then i'll gladly pay the toll.
10 years ago