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chuck.

About a year ago, I was halfheartedly doing work during my free period in the senior lounge when my friend, Charlie, challenged me to a game of foosball. I, being my overly-competitive self, accepted his challenge. After winning 2 games at low intensity, Charlie started to get cocky. He made a bet with me that the first person to win 3 games would get a medium basket of tater tots from the "Cracked" food truck. This was his first mistake. Charlie and I had been friends for a while and he knows that I would never agree to a bet that I couldn't win. He won the first game but I won 3 games in a row. A medium tot was waiting for me whenever I wanted it. Instead of taking the loss and leaving with his dignity, Charlie asked for a rematch. He said, "If you win the next game, I'll get you 2 medium tots from Cracked. But, if I win, you don't get anything". After taking a serious butt-whooping in the firs "high-intensity" games, he should've rea...

assumptions people make about you

This essay was written more as a "train of thought". It's definitely still in the rough  draft form. Keep that in mind while you're reading. Nobody expected the black boy in a class full of gifted children to win the spelling bee. Nor did they expect that same kid to stand up in front of his whole church and proudly say that he wanted to be a scientist when he grows up. Yet still, I crushed both of these expectations before entering the 4th grade. The main challenge that comes with being black in school is fighting against assumptions and expectations based on race. Knowing about all of the expectations, more commonly known as stereotypes, helps and hurts me. First off, it pushes me to do better in school and prove people wrong. I use the stereotypes that are placed upon me as motivation through hard times. As a black male especially, I’ve constantly been told my peers that I’m “not supposed to be here”. Phrases like these serve as constant reminders that I’m an...

Personal credo?

This started as a playful story. It took a turn down a dark alley. The end is just a rant .... but I'm turning it in on time and it's close to 650 words so whatever. I started consistently playing pickup basketball when I moved to Champaign in 2014. This was when I first gained access to the Stephens family YMCA, more commonly known as “the Y”. During the school year, you can find me at the Y Friday night, all day on Saturday, and all day on Sunday. When school’s out, I’m pretty much at the Y for 6 hours a day (Sidenote: I’m mostly playing basketball during those hours, but I can also be found lifting weights, waiting for a court to open, or trying to talk to some girl that’s out of my league). I truly feel like it has made me a better basketball player in a way that no drill, film review, or workout routine can. However, my friends and I have noticed that kids are really straying away from pickup games. People from my grade play pickup at the park or the Y, and so does the gra...