My name is Kenterra Renay Webb, but most people call me Ken Ken. I have lived in Sweet Water all my life. It is a small town, but I love it here. I have been attending Sweet Water High School since I was in kindergarten. It has been a long 12 years, but it was all worth it.…
I have always enjoyed how my name can be split and put into a nick name, a lot of the times people call me “Sky” and I like that as a nick name. If I had a choice to change my name I wouldn’t just because I like it, I think…
“Shes coming back right?” a baffled 7 year old asks in response to the appalling news of her mother’s death. A vibrant imagination is accompanied by a crushing pain of reality that trails behind it ; I discovered this when I heard the words “no” . 10 years later, that conversation lingers in my head and holds not a cacophonous nor euphonious sound, but instead holds the neutral tone of reality, an alarm . As routine , at 6a.m., I hear a melodious alarm followed by the pitter-patter of my aunt who is getting ready for work.…
When I think about the boy who I was growing up, the young adult I am today, and the man I plan to be in the forthcoming years, one aspect of my life stands out to me far more radiantly than anything else: my culture, my skin, my identity as a Bangladeshi-American. There aren't many clubs or organization for Bangladeshi Americans such as myself. Make no mistake, there are certainly events for Bangladeshis living in the United states, many that I have attended due to various entreaties from my parents. These are event where the only language spoken is one that I barely speak (Bengali), the only music conversed about is that which I don't listen to or understand, and the only events discussed happen in another country that I have spent only a…
I am someone who smiles Someone always telling jokes to make sure no one thinks something is wrong So no one suspects a thing when they see my smile I am someone who fixes the feelings of those whose hearts are shattering like pieces of glass I am someone who loves to dress up and wear makeup so no one sees how truly I am From the bags from staying up at night to the red from crying, both under the concealer Tears behind my eyeshadow-covered eyelids Cracks underneath my red lipstick And the pain within the mouth that contains whitened teeth…
Joshua Baden Weber, that’s me, and although it is not a unique name, there is great meaning behind it. There was much debate between my parents about what my name would be, my dad ultimately lost the argument. My dad’s choice was Baden Scott Weber, which was the one I wish they would have chosen. The name Baden is of German descent and was my great grandpa’s middle name which is why my parents selected it. Although I did not get the name of my choice, I feel that I definitely live-up to my entire name:…
This year has been amazing and I am glad to say I have completed another year. I thank God for bringing me through the ups and downs, allowing me to see another year. This year much took place. It is just the start to what God has in store for me. I have been able to make connections and friends I have never thought of having.…
I was born in the Dominican Republic to a nurseryman and my mother was a homemaker. My father had a high school education, while my mom was never allowed to attend school. However, I saw the brilliance in my mother and I know she would have done great things if given the opportunity. We lived in one of the poorest area of Santiago and I would see the struggles of the people around me.…
There are a couple of obstacles that have played a major role in me becoming who I am today. I've had naysayers trying to negatively influence my thoughts, and crush my dreams by saying that said I will never amount to anything, or that I should give up on my dreams and get realistic with my goals. A couple years ago I was a completely different person. I was out of shape physically, my academic performance was very poor, and I had a terrible attitude. I improved greatly in athletics and my academic career.…
Anyone who has gone through school has experienced struggles here and there with various subjects. Some subjects you might despise, some teachers you might dislike, and some subjects just may not be understandable. Yet, as we learn from our school counselors, there is always some tortuous way to get out of that miserable hole. During middle school, I experienced this misunderstanding with history; what more was history than some facts put together in some sort of timeline? Unknown to me at the time, the root of my struggles was in fact the lack of personal experiences that could enable me to relate to history of any sort.…
I feel lost, Like I don't even know who I am anymore. I have this feeling of complete emptiness. I feel as if I'm just all alone, Even in a room full of people I feel as if they're non-existent. Who have I become? I look into the mirror and see a complete stranger.…
"You only act indifferently to look cool. " My friend once told me. Although he talked in a playful manner, his answer came to me as if a punch to my face. If anyone asked about my personality, I would highlight my indifference. I considered it one of my strengths, and until then, I thought it as my inborn personality.…
I like my name a lot. It is easy to pronounce and it just seems to suit my personality. If I could have another name, I think…
I like my name. It is unique to me, and I like that a lot. I think the worst thing about my name is that it has different spellings so people get it wrong a lot or on keychains, sometimes I can’t find the right way to spell it, other than that I appreciate the name. I think it is great that my mother allowed…
My dad said “If I was a girl, I would have been named either Serra Jane or Brandy Alexander” ". With any of these names, I probably would have got picked on…