Culture

Back in sixth grade, I was partnered up with a girl from Pakistan. We were assigned to do a geography project and had to meet up together outside of class. She had invited me over to her house to work on the project. My mom dropped me off, and as I walked in, I thought to myself how different the inside of her house looked compared to mine. Everything was colorful and it smelled like food that I've never smelled before. We sat down and her mother came in, wearing this outfit with the brightest, prettiest colors. I was amazed at how different everything was, and her accent, too. We spent hours talking about their homeland and it was interesting to hear what "fun" was to them and what they did in their free time.

Life Experience

I think almost everyone has been through some sort of drama throughout their highschool life. With me, the worst happened my Junior year. Stillwater is known for the drama, and the girls in it that creat all of that drama. The dumb boys who cheat on you, and the ratty girls who compete with you. After experiencing all of that, and not being happy for the longest time, I just stopped caring. I did not care at all what anyone thought of me, and all that mattered to me was having fun and being with the people that mean the most to me. After finally getting over all of that, I came to realize that things were back to how they were, and I had found a group of friends that were so un-dramatic and carefree like I was. Having a good time is what means the most to me these days and living my life to the fullest is what I live for.

Earliest Memory

My earliest memory was when I was around four years old. I was outside with my cherry popsicle, and was watching my older sister, Kel, ride her bike around the block. She was six years old at the time and loved riding her new pink bike. My grandma was over at the house and her car had been parked right outside by the mailbox. My dad came out with his video camera and was taping my sister as she rode around, having the time of her life. She was so distracted by my dad taping her, that she was not looking where she was going. I watched her as she rode her bike right in to the side of my grandma's car, and it was the funniest thing I had ever seen. I laughed so hard that I choked on my popsicle. I ran over to my sister only to find her laughing her little butt off as well. My dad caught it all on tape, which is the best part. Great memories.