Category: Real Life

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That’s Not My Name: Ethnicity and the Writer’s Life

I am an introvert.

I find small talk exhausting, and being around the general public makes me feel like I am on The Truman Show. It feels like I’m only being spoken to because it’s part of their job as an actor in the story of my life.

The worst feeling in the world for someone like me is walking into a room of people you have never met before with your name plastered on a sticker. Your primary directive is to glad-handle everybody and their grandmother for the sake of networking.

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The one where I stop thinking about myself and start worrying about everyone else

Have you heard of a /now page? I thought it was a clever way to commit my thoughts to paper. They seem more tangible when they’re typed out like this.

I’m not even sure how I found out about CERT but I’m glad I took the class. CERT stands for Citizens Emergency Response Team. It’s a volunteer training class offered through the Department of Homeland Security and FEMA. Not every state offers it, strangely enough. It’s a proven fact that first responders are limited in number. It’s up to the rest of us to protect ourselves. At least until the first responders can swing by.

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