My Stereotypes

Growing up, family had always considered me shy, which always bothered me because I considered the term “shy” to correlate with the word “weak”. Because of that, I attempted to join sports or groups that were involved with activities out of my comfort zone: sports, talent shows, and school plays.
In my primary years of school, I didn’t have many friends, leaving me feel left out of place most of the time. All of my classmates were in sports and talked about their games and practices all the time. The sport that everyone seemed to have been most involved with was basketball. I decided to tell my mother that I wanted to join the Porterville City Youth Basketball Team. While holding my baby sister, she gave me responses such as, “You are too

By the time, we had our first home game, I stayed in bed and told my mother that I did not want to be a part of the team, but she told me that I had no choice since she paid for my season, which was pretty expensive considering our tight budget because of my mom on her maternity leave. I ended up going that day feeling anxious. The coach put me in during the second half of the game since the star player injured his ankle. With a tie of 2-2, I hoped that ball continued to be thrown around to every team member but me. Suddenly, with the final 5 second of the game, I stood next to the net and my teammate looked me in the eye, and threw the ball aiming directly toward me. I looked around and noticed my coach throwing his arms around yelling for me to go on ahead. I threw the ball in

Just as I had received a sticker from the receptionist, my doctor rushed out of his office to ask me if I wanted to be a part of their church's youth talent show. His granddaughter, which I have met only a few times was going to be a part of it and he thought if I couldn’t perform, then I should still go and watch his granddaughter. This began to feel like another opportunity for me to put myself out there. I always danced around in my room, and I thought, at the time, that I was a great dancer. I agreed and prepared for the show. I decided to perform So far so Great from Disney’s hit tv show Sonny with a Chance. On the day of the show, I felt excited. I didn’t feel nervous at all since everyone else would be doing a similar talent to anyway, or so I thought. As soon as I walked through the building’s door, I wanted to turn back. Though there were many children my age, they looked similar to each other than to me because it was an Indian youth talent show, which is something my doctor must have left out that information on accident, I had hoped. My mother caught me within a few seconds of my attempt to sneak out and grabbed my arm tightly and holding a fake smile on her face. She told me that I was not going to throw away week’s worth of practice for nothing. As I watched the other children perform, I began to admire their cultural dances and had completely