The snappy, aggravated cashier at the grocery store checking me out may be working through her retirement to pay for her granddaughter's tuition.
One, an active soccer defender, would yell war cries in the middle of his match in a not-so-well-thought-out attempt at intimidation.
Early on, my mother could see this dichotomy developing within my own personality. I cannot; I will not.
While grabbing the attention of the reader with an intriguing description of his morning awakenings, Marshall begins to describe the two halves of his intellectual curiosities that shape his ambitions for the future and provide a framework for the remainder of his essay.
I carry the mark of maturity with the essence of vitality.
I can picture myself starting the day studying the decay patterns of radioactive elements and finishing the day by debating the success of the Nuclear Non-Proliferation treaty. A future lab scientist, or the next president to come out of the state of California?
Some people I know acknowledge me as the gay guy, a member of that small minority that is stricken with bullying and identity crisis, seldom as a Jew or black.