Do we have a race?

I would say yes, I do have a race.

I think I was given a race, more then choosing to have one. We talked about how Winnie said people are different. Africans are different then African Americans, which i found to be VERY true. I feel like most other races are the ones who are making us feel like we have a race. Now I am not racist by any means, and do not feel that I have to be different towards people. At times though, it is that people make me feel out of place because I am white. I did not choose to be white.

I am not racist though. I love seeing mixed races getting along. I'm not much for controversy, and find joy in people getting along! :)

Customer Service!

If anyone else has ever worked in Customer Service, I feel for ya.

This summer I took up a position at Bed Bath and Beyond. It was hard work. You are constantly busy, and constantly helping people find things through-out the store. I'd never had a job before and didn't think that Bed Bath and Beyond was going to tire me out. I'm a pretty active person, but the first day I was on my feet for 7 hours straight. No breaks.

I never realized how stupid some of the questions we ask people are. I mean seriously. There were customers who'd come in EVERY day. They'd ask the same questions. I mean they lived in this store. They were there more then i was.

There was one lady, who would spend twenty dollars, on four different things. She'd bring in twenty percent coupons just to get one dollars back. When she would walk in, we'd play the nose game, to decide who would have to help her this time. The funny part was that we had really old computers, and to give them money back using a coupon, you'd have to type the scew in three times. These numbers were probably 25 numbers long.

I learned a lot about myself working at Bed Bath and Beyond, but think I learned more about other people then anything. :)

A time I was aware

When I was four-years-old, Andrea Steinhofer and I played soccer on an ALL boys team. This team was very competative and we had grown up with these boys. Our coach was a good family friend of ours, and loved us. He had two sons, and I felt like we were the daughters he never had.

We were pretty athletic girls to say the least, we were faster then most of the boys and if we ever had gotten the chance, we could have done much better. The team was called "the Heat," and we played on this team until seventh grade. Gender was always an issue with this team, we were the girls and no one that we were as good as them, and that we didn't deserve to play. Which was totally not the case. Andrea and I were fast. We grew up needing to be fast, just so we could get some playing time.

As we grew older, new guys would come on the team. Kids from other teams, who thought they were better then everyone. No one would pass to us, and I remember being told to go to the girls team numerous times. It wasn't fair, because after all of this, we were the original kids on this team, and we deserved to play.

I loved the heat, and so did Andrea. These boys were our best friends.

But, in the sixth grade, Andrea left me. She decided to go play for the golden girls. She got a lot more playing time, but I just couldn't give it up. I knew eventually i'd have to go to the girls team, but I didn't want to do it yet.

Seventh grade rolled around, and all the boys were going out for football. Soccer was no longer cool to any of the kids on the heat. Well, except me. I had to pursue my soccer career to the golden girls. I had a blast. But still every now and then, I look at all the trophys i've earned from the Boys team. It brings back a lot of memories. :)

Even though we were the girls, we still enjoyed it.