Personal Narrative: Sign Up Day

Being one of the only latino families in the community of Medford, I grew up aware of the fact that I wasn’t as similar as my classmates around me. By the time I had been old enough to understand this, I had already received subtle hints and jokes that referred to my race. It didn’t bother me then, until I was aware of the assumptions that came with it.
In the summer before 2nd grade, the most talked about event was “Sign Up Day”. It was a day in which we could go and choose our extracurricular activities for the summer, including sports teams. Elementary school was a time when if you could, you would try and do every sport they had available. I had gone with my best friend Morgan, tugging her along as we entered the building. Immediately walking through the doors, the huge aroma of baked chocolate chip cookies and various other foods drifted through the air and the sound of students cheering from the gym echoed into the cafeteria. Morgan rushed to the tables in front of us, scribbling her …show more content…
The remark consumed my thoughts and I began to chastise myself for letting myself and my “culture” down. It was a common belief that soccer was Mexico’s most popular sport and there were thousands who loved and played it. From an early age my whole family had
Going home that day, I could feel my frustration rise and disappointment spread throughout my body as I explained to my brothers how I didn’t do as well as everyone was hoping. I knew that they would look down on me or offer to help me practice more, but I knew that even when they were younger, they weren’t as uncoordinated as I was. My whole family was good at soccer since they were my age, and realizing that I was the only one who wasn’t made me feel like I was letting them down. Even in my culture, soccer was a favorite that almost everyone knew how to play or even