Michael hall personal essay

            It was a cool summer day in Louisiana and I was enjoying the breeze with close family and friends. The stinging feeling of soda going down my throat and mosquitoes landing on my leg were a part of everyday life there. We laughed and shared many stories that some of us were happy to forget. I of course talked like there was no tomorrow and went on and on about how things aren’t as loud as Philadelphia .

“You guys just don’t know how easy you all have it down here.“

After that we would all laugh and joke but then even in all of this, the question still was asked.

“Hey man where are you from again?“

Just like that I was thrown into a mind of confusion and I didn’t know how exactly to answer the question but with a snappy comeback.

            “Well where do you think man?”

 “I don’t know, but somewhere white.”

Right in that instance everyone would laugh and I would to but after the joke I would get kind of serious. When I told them I was born in Louisiana but live in Philadelphia the silence would shift from questioning to understanding.

The question would shock me, but still I understood what they meant. In Louisiana they had a special way of saying things. For example instead of saying soda they would say cold drank or instead of saying snapping turtle they would say lodge head. It was a common for me to get mad at the question but even though you shouldn’t let some things get to you, they have a habit of doing that exact thing. This was of course not the first time I was asked this. When I was very young I remember going over to a relatives house with my dad in Louisiana. The house was located in a very rural part of the state that I never been to. There were trees everywhere, bugs of all shapes and sizes, and the houses weren’t close together but miles apart. When we came to the house I was nervous because I felt like a fish on land Now one would expect family to know about each other but this relative had never met me. When I first saw her I said hello just like any other kid would. At first I got a look that meant “what is this boy talking about and who is he” but then she looked at my dad and said

“ Who’s this boy related to because he talks proper?”

My dad told her I was his son and that I live in Philadelphia. Just like my friends her face shifted from confusion to understanding and she embraced me with an apology and hug.

The question never really troubled me until later when I started questioning myself. I asked myself who was I really and where was I truly from. Was it because I didn’t speak like them, I wasn’t related to them or was it because I pronounced my R’s? There was even a point when I tried to talk like everybody down there but that only made me look stupid and it didn’t feel right. So during the times I was in Louisiana I was given a stereotype that I was really smart because of the way I talked. I was always asked to help my little cousins with homework and always asked how much change should I get back when I went to the store with people. That didn’t bother me a lot but people didn’t get to know me but they got to know what people thought of me. That’s when I learned that people would always judge other people for what they do and say but I also learned that people judge their own people when that person is different in some way. This also means that people will not always judge you in a bad light but will sometimes judge you for being good. Judgment is not only from other people but you can also give out judgment without knowing. So be careful of this I would hate for anyone to feel the way I felt those times.