Today in social studies class we had to present. The project was about different races of immigrants. Asians, Italians, Polish, Russians, and Irish immigrants. We had the Irish immigrants, and we were saying we should go first and everything but I was trying to add something to the slides and the teacher had asked who wanted to go first and my partners raised their hands and instantly my stomach started to hurt. I’m not usually nervous but when I got up there I was holding my bag the whole time and I had to read first. But overall and after I was fine because we got our presentation done and over with.
I have many things that define me. Not by just looks but by my culture and family and lifestyle. Of course I am black/African American. I have a long history of bad things and good things that has happened to my culture. My family is Christian and we love to go to church. Our family is actually known and for generations passed down to sing. We are very spiritual and when I'm over my mom's house we usually listen to gospel music. I am a brother of 2 and an uncle of 3. My brother and sister both have kids, Daylena and DaS'hown. And my brother has 1 child that is a girl; Shonti. And my sister has 2 boys, Joshua who turned four on september 18th and my other nephew Jordan who turned 1 year old in July 21st. My mom is a really great cook, but she inspired me to want to be a professional cook, I want to learn how to cook better than her. Even though I am only 13, I still have jobs like most 13 year olds have a job to be students. But I have my own jobs probably a lot of people...
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