Oreo

Anyone can write for fifteen minutes a day. But imagine how fifteen minutes of creative writing each day could change your life. Fifteen minutes of writing practice a day, and I can turn you from an aspiring writer to a daily writer. How does The Write Practice work? Your First Writing Practice 1. Start by finding something to write with. Your computer works great. Or grab a spare sheet of paper and a pen. If you have a journal, use that. 2. Then set a timer for your writing practice. Use the…

The year 2008, my name Wesley C. Coffey, my video game of choice S.L.A.I (Steel Lancer Area International) a little known, highly underrated sequel to Phantom Crash and this was the night my life would change. Like most fourteen year olds' who could stay up as late as they pleased and didn’t have access to the wonders of the world wide web, I was channel surfing for, how do I put this without sounding obscene, ‘porn’ when I came across a show by the name of X-Play, which didn’t have any smut but…

I hate living in a small town, nobody locks there door, I mean just because you know everybody doesn’t mean there still can’t be burglars. Anyways why complain when there is nothing you can do about it. I’m going to go have some hot chocolate and Oreos and tease Liz about her crush on Donny Davis. Bye for…

Mixed Up I didn’t start getting questions like “What are you” and “Are you an Oreo?” till I hit middle school, 6th grade to be exact. The first time I got asked these questions was from a young boy in my grade. I was confused as to what he was trying to ask me but I answered with “what do you mean? I’m a girl, I’m me”. That answer did not service so he asked me again “No. What race are you?” So I told him my mom was white and dad was black, then he kind of looked at me blackly and said “Oh ok…

your really are. Kylie and Bailey ,both 14 year old girls , both go to the same school, and both have siblings that are friends too, but both girls are very different personality and interest wise. Kylie and Bailey go together like the oreo cookie and the oreo icing, pb and j, black and white, totally different apart but great together. I guess you could say that they are opposites that attract. One day Bailey gets a call from Kylie saying how much she hates her life because of school, family,…

complaints. The first African-American Barbie was released in 1997 when Mattel teamed up with "Nabasico" to create a Barbie doll to encourage young children to eat Oreos. How ironic! They released a Caucasian and African-American verison of this doll. It was viewed as being extremely racist as the African-American community argued that Oreo was a derogatory term used to convey the message of "black on the outside and white on the inside" much like the cookie sandwich. One mother was appalled…

American Eagle. My two favorite types of shoes at the beginning of middle school were UGGS and Birkenstocks, but little did I know that liking a particular brand of clothing would bring so many issues into my life. My entire sixth grade year I was called oreo, whitey, etc. I would fight with my dad ever morning so that he would not make me wear the collared shirts or the slacks to class, and finally he asked why I did not want to wear the clothes in my closet and I told him I was tired of being…

that he believes a black person should be, lowers his confidence in himself. Cameron knows what his peers call him an “Oreo”. A black boy trying to be white. “[He] [is not] [...] hard enough. Hood is enough for a hood. Woke enough” (Johnson 5). Cameron thinks that he is not a real black person, whereas he’s just a white person on the inside. This belief is represented by an "Oreo,” which is black on the outside and white on the inside (Johnson 5). Furthermore, Cameron also states that he is “…

stereotypes normally associated with people of color. My parents raised us to speak and act in a manner they deemed proper, and the combination of my speech patterns and personality traits found me floundering at times to fit in, as I was considered an “Oreo” by my Caucasian and African American peers. I was constantly insecure about my intelligence, my speech, and how I was coming across to others. This pattern of thinking was shaken only by an eventual refusal to apologize for the…

Caroline couldn’t wait for to go to camp for two weeks. She had been going for years; she always stayed in Cabin 4. She had packed everything she needed for two weeks of fun, including her prank supplies. Pulling pranks was one of the many traditions of Cabin 4. When she arrived, she could smell the pine trees in the warmth. The lake was glimmering from the sun shining down on it. “This is heaven” she said as always. It was July 22nd at Camp Bugnee in Wisconsin. As she walked into Cabin…