Essay: Different is good.
People think by the way you dress, look or who you involve yourself around that you are automatically become part of their judge mental thoughts. People assume and people think their right when they don’t think about the other possibilities that occur.
I am a tall girl who is just 16 years old as a sophomore at Heritage High School. I am Polynesian, half white and half Samoan and Tongan. My dad is full white and my mom is full Samoan and Tongan, she left me and my sister when we were younger alone with my dad to take care of us. People judged me by thinking me and my sister were adopted when they saw two light skinned girls with a pale white man who I am proud to call my biological father.
As my dad meets my best friend parent in middle school 6th grade, our parents fall in love, get marriage and my step mom and her family are white. As my sister leaves for the Army, I am left with our perfect weird and not normal family who are crazily outgoing and there is never a dull moment with us who I love a lot.
Often, my family will go out to nice places at a local family restaurant. As we open the doors and walk in, the waiter looks at our family funny. I imagine she sees a tall bald thick pale man little above 6 foot with a ginger mustache and blue eyes to match, a short little thick white women barley reaching over 5 foot with short very fine thin hair that is curly with light hazel eyes, a medium tall 5 foot 6 inches teenage girl who is also white with short hair matching her mother, her hair is medium brown and curly and hazel eyes. Then there is me, the 6 foot light skinned girl/ tan girl, with big medium brown eyes and dark long thick wavy hair falling over my shoulders and thick black eye brows to match my hair. She looks at me as if I was an exchange student or adopted which I am not. I am me.
I do not just get these judgmental looks outside of school, in school it is like a totally different story. For example, I would be getting out of practice and walking to my step moms car to go home and the next day my friends will ask who is that was and they be so confused thinking I walking into a car with a stranger. Then I would have to explain how she is my mom because she has given me so much more than my biological mom has, and how I know she is way shorter than me and that we do not look anything at all alike but family is family so why does it matter?
Every week, I get these questions about me and my family from different people and I have no problem with telling them my dad married her, etc. etc. But beyond the difference of looks, the different personalities, and different blood line. I do not care if we all are different because we all connect in a way; my dad and my step mom married, my step mom to my step sister, my dad to me and the siblings list goes on and beyond the questions of if I wish I was in a full island family or whatever. The Differences are good and I like them the way they are and I would not want anything to change.
People think by the way you dress, look or who you involve yourself around that you are automatically become part of their judge mental thoughts. People assume and people think their right when they don’t think about the other possibilities that occur.
I am a tall girl who is just 16 years old as a sophomore at Heritage High School. I am Polynesian, half white and half Samoan and Tongan. My dad is full white and my mom is full Samoan and Tongan, she left me and my sister when we were younger alone with my dad to take care of us. People judged me by thinking me and my sister were adopted when they saw two light skinned girls with a pale white man who I am proud to call my biological father.
As my dad meets my best friend parent in middle school 6th grade, our parents fall in love, get marriage and my step mom and her family are white. As my sister leaves for the Army, I am left with our perfect weird and not normal family who are crazily outgoing and there is never a dull moment with us who I love a lot.
Often, my family will go out to nice places at a local family restaurant. As we open the doors and walk in, the waiter looks at our family funny. I imagine she sees a tall bald thick pale man little above 6 foot with a ginger mustache and blue eyes to match, a short little thick white women barley reaching over 5 foot with short very fine thin hair that is curly with light hazel eyes, a medium tall 5 foot 6 inches teenage girl who is also white with short hair matching her mother, her hair is medium brown and curly and hazel eyes. Then there is me, the 6 foot light skinned girl/ tan girl, with big medium brown eyes and dark long thick wavy hair falling over my shoulders and thick black eye brows to match my hair. She looks at me as if I was an exchange student or adopted which I am not. I am me.
I do not just get these judgmental looks outside of school, in school it is like a totally different story. For example, I would be getting out of practice and walking to my step moms car to go home and the next day my friends will ask who is that was and they be so confused thinking I walking into a car with a stranger. Then I would have to explain how she is my mom because she has given me so much more than my biological mom has, and how I know she is way shorter than me and that we do not look anything at all alike but family is family so why does it matter?
Every week, I get these questions about me and my family from different people and I have no problem with telling them my dad married her, etc. etc. But beyond the difference of looks, the different personalities, and different blood line. I do not care if we all are different because we all connect in a way; my dad and my step mom married, my step mom to my step sister, my dad to me and the siblings list goes on and beyond the questions of if I wish I was in a full island family or whatever. The Differences are good and I like them the way they are and I would not want anything to change.