This week was my birthday, and it was amazing. I felt so loved and happy and just, ahh. I loved all the birthday texts, phone calls, and messages of love. Sammy spoiled me of course, along with my family. :) Thank you for your love, support, and for always being there for me. I love you all : ) Sorry this lacks eloquence.
Being in a class dedicated to the idea of migration has really kept the idea of racism on the brain. In elementary school, the idea of racism was so defined to me, thinking people are better than others based solely on the color of their skin. It wasn't until middle school after reading many books that I realized racism wasn't jut as issue of black versus white, rather it applies to all cultures. In high school I was actually shocked to here racist statements from people I loved. All the sudden this issue became personal somewhat. (My favorite statement was from a little girl who said, it should be illegal for Mexicans to have babies. I guess I can't have kids then.) But it wasn't until last week when we did an activity in my public health class that I realized that I myself was being racist as well. Now, this is something I am not proud of. I'm very embarrassed actually and that activity was humbling. Why am I writing about this? Because, it's som...
Happy belated birthday girl!!! Hope it was great!
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