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Descriptive Essay About Gym

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Dreary gym. Flickering lights. On a Sunday afternoon, my parents obligated me to waste an hour of my day at my dreaded Sunday School. The heavenly site upon which you are supposed to learn about God, Jesus, and how to become a “better” person. In reality, it is just an old gym that smells like my brother’s sneakers with some worn out bleachers stuffed with one hundred-fifty teenagers. Although I do not have much expertise in the teaching religion, I am sure that teenagers do not learn best by having a man in his fifties screaming Jesus at the top of his lungs for five minutes. Nevertheless, the demographic of the people who attended this youth group were Latinos. But upon arriving, I found that many greeted each other with hugs and kisses and complimented one another on their “fye” clothing. As I tiptoed up the bleacher stairs trying not to make a deafening squeak, I heard somebody yell, “Hey U ain’t wearin’ Uggs!” I looked down and realized that I was not wearing my Uggs that day. Instead, I was wearing a similar brand called Baretraps. I turned around and politely commented that yes, she was right, I was not wearing Uggs. In my mind I wondered why she even cared. She simply threw her head back and laughed while her friends emulated her, “What? Are you a white girl now?” I was left speechless. Obviously not; I was raised by two Peruvian parents, and I thought I looked like a Latina, so I did not understand what they were implying. Was it because of my clothing? No, it could not be, other girls were wearing a sweatshirt, leggings, and boots. We were all of a minority group, no hate should exist between us. But what was it that made me so different? As soon as they turned around and started swaggering over to the boys, the answer hit me. I spoke differently. I noticed that they all used slang, different words than I utilized, in every sentence they spoke. Whenever they spoke it sounded like the beginning of a hip hop song, but where did that leave me? All my life, I have always been asked where I come from. At first I would say America because this is the country I was born in, and the place I reside in currently. However, after a while, I realized that what people really want to know is where does your

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