though from many different backgrounds and places, still come together under common ideals.
seems like everything s going well at the ballgame and is idealistic place.
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tells me how sorry he is, and then I just shake my head and keep walking. “It’s all just part of the experience,” I tell myself.
writer seems almost focused on having an enjoyable experience no matter any negativity that occurs.
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In the fifth inning of the game, I decide to find a concessions stand. Few tastes are as American as hot dogs and soda pop, and they cannot be missed at a ball game.
you can almost feel the extreme happiness emulating from the writer as he rexpreriences the joy of the food.
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The crowd sings and hums “The Star-Spangled Banner,” and I feel a surprising amount of national pride through the voices.
descibing things everyone does at a baseball game, but does it in a way that keeps me engadged.
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First, the entrance turnstiles click and clank, and then a hallway of noise bombards me. All the fans voices coalesce in a chorus of sound, rising to a humming clamor.
trying to bring us into this ballgame with also using sound of the turnstiles
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all the sights and sounds of a baseball game come together like a slice of Americana pie.
now trying to conect the surroundings with another sensation being taste.
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As the sun hits my face and I breathe in the fresh air, I temporarily forget that I am at a sporting event.
giving us positive touch and smell sensations taht we can relate to
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I try to remain stoic for the photographers as I look toward the future.
The difference when attending two different schools is vast because of different opportunities.
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Chicano teacher ran up to us.“Hey,” he said. “What’s that boy been drinking? I know all about these Indian kids. They startdrinking real young.”Sharing dark skin doesn’t necessarily make two men brothers
there is a lot of internalized racism between races and in peoples own race
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But we ate it day after day and grew skinny from self pity.
not having the option to eat good food however is not an equal travesty.
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“Give me your lunch if you’re just going to throw it up,” I said to one of those girls once.I sat back and watched them grow skinny from self pity
those who have access dont realize what they have and are also heavily infuenced by the sexist culture.
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“Junior Polatkin,” I said, and she laughed.After that, no one spoke to me for another five hundred years.
thats always how being humilated feels, like ti will never end. This is also connected to his race however andn he is further seeing the seperation.
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But it felt good, that buzz in his head, all those colors and noises. It was chemistry, biology. Itwas beautiful.
able to find beauty in unique situations.
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That was the year my father drank a gallon of vodka a day and the same year that my motherstarted two hundred quilts but never finished any. They sat in separate, dark places in our HUD houseand wept savagely.
with seeming to be a not positive household hearing he could be a doctor from an adult was probably incredibly motivating.
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When I spelled all the words right, she crumpled up the paper and made me eat it.
being abused by teachers as he was most liekly smarter then her, which is probably why other kids were bullying him in the first place
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She saidthat her God would never forgive me for that.
potentially growing up in very religious place
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But the little warrior in me roared to life that day and knocked Frenchy to the ground, held hishead against the snow,
ive experienced this too with bullying and eventually you have to fight back
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buried me in the snow until I couldn’t breathe, thought I’d never breathe again.
The author might have ptsd and most likely trauma from these events
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