Assimilate: as·sim·i·late
verb
1.take in (information, ideas, or culture) and understand fully.
From the moment I was born, I was forced to assimilate into a foreign culture. Being born into an Indian family, one would think that I would have adapted many Indian traditions, and that I would have followed the Indian stereotype. You know, the whole smelly kid that is a super-nerd and has no friends because he only associates with other super-nerds. Yeah well that whole stereotype thing didn't work out for me...like at all. I'm what some people call a coconut (hence the title of this blog post). I'm brown on the outside yet white as snow on the inside. I like to drive my Jeep with my aviators on and the roof down while listening to Lorde. I like to hangout with my white girlfriend-which my parents reluctantly accepted-while complaining about all the things that are "so" horrible in my life. Sound familiar?
Now you may be thinking, what does this have to do with assimilating. Well here's the catch, I assimilated so well that many of my friends now consider me to be American. Heck, some of my friends' parents go as far as to call me their adopted son. I somehow managed to be born into this world as an Indian and reject the stereotype of brown people while transforming myself into a member of the American society. Yes, even I consider myself to be a member of the White community. I was simply put into a pot as an ingredient and taken out as another glazed doughnut that joins the racks of all other similar donuts. Many people look down on me for doing so. They look at me with shameful eyes but what they don't realize is that if I had fulfilled the stereotype, I would have been bullied. I would have been seen as the smelly kid who had no friends and that is not who I wanted to be seen as. I just wanted to be a normal kid with normal friends and in the end that's what I turned out to be. I'm seen as a normal high-school student, a little bit of a try-hard sure, but nevertheless a normal high-school student. To be honest, in the back of my mind I do regret this change, I've lost a lot of respect because of it, but I know that overall this choosing of stereotypes helped me be the man I am today. I chose to follow the American kid stereotype and in doing so I have formed myself as the human being I am now and I have made amazing memories with great friends because of it and that's what matters.
I guess my life is much like the Native Americans we studied in class in the sense that I tried to switch stereotypes and ended up boxing up myself in another. I followed the same path that Victor did and ended up with the same outcome. But the difference between me and Victor is that, I chose to be the human I am today. I still follow some Indian stereotypes, for one I still want to be an engineer, but I also want to serve in the army. I still spend hours everyday studying, but I also workout constantly and work my physical limits to the max. In the end, I really am a coconut.
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Saturday, September 19, 2015
A run through Tim O'Brien
The things they carry are mostly based on the
fact that they run. Among the most important items are spikes, rollers,
sticks, watches, gauze, headphones, chargers, trainers, race jerseys, water,
gum, bibs, healthy snacks, and more water. Combined, these items weighed about
10-15 pounds, varied by each individual’s mental state and hunger level. Matt
Pienta, the biggest guy on our team, carries double the food of anyone else to
make sure he ran a good race. Jack Gearig, who is annoyed by anyone not as
smart as him, carries noise-cancelling headphones and a phone charger to make
sure he never has to listen to any of the others. Mo Vogel carries full bottles
of Ibuprofen, to ease the pain she experiences after running. By necessity, and because their coach
requires it, they all carry warm-ups, even if it is 95 and sunny out. They carry
the normal amount of grass stains and calluses. Very few of the boys wear
compressions. On their feet they carry running shoes, all bought from Hanson’s
and Michael Bell carries extra protein powder and shoe inserts as a precaution against
his calves. Until his shin fractured, Andy Olson carried prescription steroids
for his Crohn’s. Mike Messina, the assistant coach, carries a clipboard with
all the personal records and race times. Harsh Patel carries cards. Andrew
Dingwall carries chocolate milk. Zuhl, a devout country lover, carries pictures
of her riding horses. Necessity dictated. Because the course was full of mud
and holes, it was vital to carry extra socks and dry clothes.
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