Dank

No explanation needed.

Y'all like beans?

So here are a few memes that I think might be interesting to discuss.

Sincerely,

Adrian Fedorko

M E M E S

Memes come in a broad variety, but the 3 main categories I will be using right now are Surface Level, Contextual, and Deep. Some examples of a Surface Level meme are:

These memes require little to no prior knowledge of what a meme is or even of other forms of digital media to understand what is being captured in the image. This is the reason that I would call these a Surface Level meme.

Past that are memes that require some understanding of another medium or reference to make sense. Some examples would be:

To provide context, there was a common theme going around on Twitter where people would create long stories about their hatred of Stuart Little. The second one uses context from two different sources and combines them into one image. This is obviously the scene of Mufasa's death from The Lion King; however, it is combined with the death animation from Fortnite.

Lastly, are Deep memes, which go into a layer that can be called Cursed memes.

The first meme in this set would be what I classify as Deep, a meme that has little to no meaning unless someone has been around memes or the internet for a certain amount of time. A Cursed image, such as the second one, is generally something designed to make the viewer uncomfortable, yet provide a level of comedy. They are not made to be "understood", most of them just kind of happen.

Thank you for checking this out, and if you made it through this load of bullshit, I hope you have gained a new level of understanding.

MEMES

ok so this is a meme that I find amusing. It's basically two seemingly unrelated things, connected by something really specific. Like a venn diagram. I guess author assumes that we know what the parts of the meme are. Like if I don't know who Jean Valjean or Ariana Grande is, I won't find it funny. Idk, this is vaguely amusing but it was the only one I could think of.

mEmeS

https://twitter.com/CeeTasi/status/913255039325450240

https://twitter.com/elearor/status/1085302080833839106

I couldn't attach the videos so here are some links to some quality memes. my humor is messed up

ME ME

I feel you, Bart!

Life right now - part 3 - writer's block

So, we have been reading about writer's block for homework. I can officially attest that it exists. I do not know what to write about for this blog. Normally I would wait to post a blog until I have something to write about, but if I don't write something NOW I will be very behind with all the other work I have to do. So, here I am, writing, something, literally right there I wrote it: something, again. Weird. I am sitting in my friend's dorm, with him and my other friend working on a photo project but I finished categorizing all my photos so now I have nothing to do but writing this blog. I'm drinking a nice cup of Green Pomegranate tea and trying to decide which photo I will send to the printing lab tomorrow morning. I want it to be a photo that I can hang up in my room and reflect my personality somehow, but I also want my teacher to like the photo artistically... The dilemma therefore comes when I realize that I do not have a photo that will fulfill both requirements... This ladies and gentlemen is what writer's block looks like. A shitty draft, that says nothing... just words on a blank background... not really that interesting to be quite honest... and definitely not coherent.

Caroline

Meeeeeemes

To be completely honest, most of my memes are kind of explicit so it took some narrowing down to select these. I wouldn't say that these follow any kind of pattern or theme, but just thought they'd make people laugh and could be a basis for some discourse in class - like why we find these kinds of things funny and/or how prevalent they are (will these be funny in a month? a year? etc.)

Memes for Conversation

I didn't think we had to write anything for these but just in case I will do a short schpiel. I love memes within a very specific sense of humor. I love humor where you can feel the awkward pause that must have occurred, like the first two memes. I also like jokes that use misdirection and make you think one thing is going to happen and then another completely random thing does, like the third meme. These are the types of humor I try to use in the jokes I tell others and I love when other people use the same style of joke. Okay, that seems long enough.

Love you,

Cam

Life Right Now – part 2 – kind of a rant

Get ready for a rant… sort of…

Currently, I’m wrongfully spending my time and energy over being mad at two people. One of whom just moved in with the other person who was already there, right across from my dorm room. Now I have to share a bathroom with both of them. I don’t really know why I keep being mad other than that I thought what they did to me was unfair and hypocritical. I hate hypocritical people and people who do and say things unjustified.

Unjustified is saying I did something I did not do and punishing me for it. Hypocritical is saying that something I do is annoying when you’re the one doing it. And finally, being a coward is giving me a “friendship-breakup” message over text. But I guess I was just too different from them…

On the other hand, when things like this happen I try to cherish the friendships I already have. I love how my friend Bella and I are literally soulmates and understand each other despite how different we are. We help each other with relationships, politics, hobbies, you name it. We still do this even though we see each other less than once a week. She is on a gap year doing her singing and albums, and I’m at Northeastern studying. Two very different similar people; the best relationship oxymoron.

Caroline

meme

This is my current favorite meme. Basically the format is taking a still from the behind-the-scenes cut of the Scooby Doo Movie and putting text over it that references Shaggy being a demon/god/benevolent overlord/transcended being. The "author" assumes that the audience is familiar with the Scooby Doo Movie and Shaggy as a character, while also assuming they know that he isn't actually a demon/god/benevolent overlord/transcended being (but honestly, who's to say that for sure??).

- Maya

Meme

Found this very relatable meme on this Facebook page titled "NU Meme Collective". I thought it was appropriate for this class (and possibly others). 

I chose this because I thought Sebastian might have been into Star Wars. Also most people in the class are probably familiar with Star Wars, but lets be honest I'm just trying to impress Sebastian here.

The creator of this meme is assuming the audience knows what the term "90s kid" means. 90s kids are people who had their childhood during the 90s. Some could also argue that it just refers to kids born in the 90s. Since the term is vague, both people born in 1999 and 1985 might both identify as 90s kids since both technically were children during the 90s. Anyway, this is just making fun of late 90s kids who desperately want to refer to themselves as 90s kids, but were only alive for about a year of the actual decade. They want to be a part of the club and they technically are, but they lay the least claim to actually being a 90s kid. I can identify with this since I was born just 3 months before the 90s ended, so I am technically a 90s kid, but I'm really just a poser since I was probably in an incubator for the entire time that I was alive in the 90s.

I'm not sure is this was way more writing than required but oh well.

ahaha jokes

Okay guys, this is the "Dank Meme," ahaha jokes.

So I came across this basically right after class today and I thought why not since I actually laughed at it because this is my humor lmao.  

The presupposition of the creator of this meme is that the audience knows that "salty" means something in the direction of slightly angry or offended.

Caroline

Blog post

Alright everyone, firstly, I really hope this worked. I’ve been fighting with blogger for the past 30 minutes, after having completely given up on it a couple days ago, and am now posting this from my roomie’s laptop. If anyone ever runs into a tiny chemistry Northeastern major named Diana Le—please respect her as the lifesaver she is. Great, onto the actual blog.  

I’m going to be super honest with you all, I’m usually pretty good at following prompts, but my brain really isn’t having it today. I was up until a very alarming hour last night working on the final edits for a student-written play my theatre group is performing this semester. (Cam, anyone else who knows my theatre group, that’s top secret info-- obviously any edits to the script were completely finished weeks ago. We would never be polishing up a script this late in the semester. Never. ) Point being, I woke up this morning and the very last thing I wanted to do was stare at words on a laptop screen, or honestly even think overly much. I hope anyone reading this is alright getting a ramble, and not anything at all eloquent. Sebastian, I promise to write something more in-line with class discussions and readings next week.  

In the continued vein of rambling about what happens to come to mind, it’s a little terrifying that the month of January is essentially already over. This has been one of those months that simultaneously vanishes in what feels like the blink of an eye and also feels like it’s may have actually spanned over decades. On one hand, the semester is almost a third of the way over, which is a shocking realization that I seem to have a third of the way through every semester, and one would think that I’d be used to, by now but somehow I’m not.  

In a slightly abrupt change of conversation topic, I’ve been thinking a lot recently about how old I am. It’s a little silly because I’m not that old, not even a senior yet, and still in college. When I was younger, I told myself I’d have so much done by this age. Perhaps I had unrealistic plans-- I certainly couldn’t have expected half of what life ended up throwing at me, but I feel like I’m playing catchup with my own life sometimes. Or maybe I’m just feeling old because I’m in a class with almost exclusively freshman and half of my sophomore theatre kids call me “mom”, and won’t stop on matter what I do about it. I managed to convince one of them that I was totally the groups’ Dad, if anything, and all I got from my troubles was a “world’s best dad” mug. Not exactly what I was going for at the time, but the mug’s kinda cute, so I guess I’ll take it.   

Blog #3

       Writing is weird. Not like a bad weird just an interesting weird. We write down words on pages to convey meaning to someone we know or to someone we will never meet in person and yet that writing still has a personal element to it. I personally have never been particularly good at turning my ideas into written or spoken words, so it gives me a lot of time to think about and observe writing, among other things. I find it very interesting that writing is some people’s preferred method of communication. Texting vs calling. I find calling to be more efficient and rewarding as you can hear the words understand them in real time and are forced to respond without making a draft or spending time editing your next reply. Speaking words seems to be a more authentic communication style that does not allow for much editing or time to process. I completely understand why texting is more popular: allows you to respond at your own time, is sometimes easier, and allows one to communicate fairly efficiently. However, I’d rather take a call than respond to a long text or even call to check in on people instead of hitting them up with the “sup” or “whatcha doing” text.
       However, this might also be due to the fact that I experience writer’s block. Given a broad prompt, I never know where to start or how to respond. So, I’d much rather speak it out or have a conversation about a point than write about it because writing is hard. What makes writing hard for me is vocabulary. I never know what words to use or what tone I should write in. This has caused me to do a lot of last-minute writing. This blog post included. Due to my struggle with writing words I tend to be cynical about writing in general. I never liked English class for that reason. Although, I do find it interesting that writing is made up of words on pages and that so many words can fit on a single page and have meaning. If you just choose one word to look at in a sentence, as an educated human, one would know what that word means and have certain perceptions or connotations associated with that word that might differ from someone else’s, but the core meaning of the word does not change. I find that to be fascinating, which is why I consider writing to be weird.

music!

            Given this is a blog about my life, I would like to describe the most memorable moment of this past week. I may have mentioned this in class before, but I am super into rock music, and have been for some time now. I’ve been playing the guitar for a few years, and, since I came to college, I have been trying hard to find some people to form a band with.

            First, I met Matt a few weeks into the school year. Matt is an insane guitarist and has become a really good friend of mine. By the end of our first conversation, he and I were already planning on forming a band, we just needed to find a drummer and a bassist. A month later, I get a text from Matt, “I FOUND A DRUMMER!” I was super excited, because we were only lacking one musician before we could start jamming.

            That was in October; it is now February, and we still have not found a real bassist. At that point, reluctantly, I just offered to play this new instrument. I figured, since it looks like a guitar, I’ll probably be able to pick it up relatively quickly. After spending the last week learning various songs and some fundamentals of the bass, I became competent enough to play.

            Another obstacle would be to find a good practice space, but at this point, thankfully, Harrison (our drummer) had gotten access to a good band room in Ryder Hall. So we decided it was finally time to go out there, this past Saturday night, and see how we fare together.

            I pulled out the bass, Matt flashed his guitar, and as Harrison is running late, we both warm up. Stretch my fingers, ready for them to dance across the dense strings of this new instrument I was carrying. Harrison walks in, we discuss for a few minutes, and then we jumped right in. After an awkward start, just getting the hang of things, we eventually hit our stride and created something magical.

            Our best performance was our last. We started off the song by playing “Come Together” by the Beatles. Intently, I observed all of Matt’s chord progressions, and created a simple bass line to form the backbone of the song. Probably filled with mistakes, I was just lost in the music, letting my mind wander to wherever Matt’s guitar would lead me, and my fingers listened to the drums and guitar, preserving my momentum. This was it, we were finally creating music.

            Then we finished the second chorus, and Matt began to solo. I consistently hit my notes in time entranced by his guitar’s singing. Soon enough, though, I realized that my repeating bass line was getting boring, and although Matt was shredding, I needed to change something. So I built a new bassline, completely improvised, but still matching the song. It was a little funky and a little smooth. Everything picked up at that exact moment, as if we were having a telepathic conversation. As I started jamming out on this new line, Harrison started banging louder and funkier. Matt stepped forward, sweat dripping from his face, and perfectly improvised the most beautiful combinations of notes I have ever heard. He kept going, as if the guitar was playing itself.

            Then we jumped back into the last chorus, telepathically at the same time, and finished the song.

Does your brain ever sound like this?

What’s up guys?! It’s ya boi, coming at ya with another blog post. I’ve only got a few hundred words left, so let’s get this road on the show. What time is it? It’s time to get started. So, let’s quit talking and start writing. Before I start though, I want to give you some background on the situation I’m in. I think the background information is important because it will help you to understand what is going on. The situation is not very complicated, but it can be subtly strenuous if you haven’t seen yourself in a similar scenario. Chances are you’ve been in this situation, seeing as though you’re all at least freshman in college, if not older. Do you know what I’m talking about? You probably do. In fact, you have probably found yourself in the same situation in the last few days. Anyway, let’s begin with the part where I explain how I got in this situation. It’s probably the same way that you did. I will first explain how multiple factors came together to make this state a reality instead of a mere possibility. I will then continue with how it is similar to your lives because, indeed, I suspect our situations are almost identical. The only way it might be different would be due to circumstances that might have been present in your lives that were not present in mine, or vice versa. I’ll go through the process in short increments, and hopefully you’ll be following along. The first increment is rather important, since it is how the situation began. As a famous guy once said, “Every journey starts with a small step for mankind.” So, without any further ado, let’s begin with how you got yourself in the current situation. While it is not exactly uncommon, the way you got here was likely different from the way that I did. Either way, we find ourselves in the same situation. So, what does this mean? This means that our current situations could be viewed in many different ways. These different ways merely affect the process of progression. After we find ourselves here, we must begin the process. The process is likely different for each person but specific to the previously mentioned situation. I will now continue with the discussion of the actual situation. The situation started a bit ago, but you know when it was, because it was you. It may be similar to previous situations, but I guess it is up to you whether or not it is similar. Previous situations did not necessarily determine how you would proceed, but it most likely had at least a basic effect on the process with which you chose to continue. After diagnosing the situation, the next step in this logical progression was to pursue a remedy. After some time, however, the remedy was likely either found, or it was not. After continuing in a certain direction, possibly different than mine, you eventually came to a conclusion.

Sincerely,

Adrian Fedorko

Writing a blog post...

Why is writing a blog post could be so challenging?... I would never think that I would spend hours trying to come up with a new idea for a blog post… I have spent a good chunk of my time trying to create something valuable that people would actually read. However, since I am writing these lines, I would say that I failed to achieve my goal. When I only started working on this week's blog post I decided to approach this task seriously. I have even done research on how to write a good blog post and what topics would be interesting to tackle. It did not help at all. The only thing that I got from that research was that there are apparently a lot of people who are truly interested in business-related blog posts since most of the suggestions for blog posts mostly covered that particular niche. This research was my first attempt to generate an idea for my post…

Hours passed, and I still did not have clue about what to write. Few minutes passed, and I realized that I had some stuff already prewritten and I decide to go through my old high school writing assignments which I have on my Google Drive. Well... It was a mistake. I wasted two and a half hours by scrolling through a huge list of folders, documents, presentations and so forth. I believe that most of that time I was simply nostalgic and completely forgot about my initial goal. When I realized how much time I spent looking through that mountain of “well organized” files, I had begun to become more desperate with every minute. I needed a break…

After spending approximately 30 minutes wandering around my room in my “mental asylum”, which is also referred to as a residence hall, I realized that I was simply overthinking everything. I thought to myself. I just needed to read through other blogs posts and then I would certainly pick up an idea. I was wrong once again (-_-). I literally repeated the same mistake that I did with my high school work. I started scrolling through all of the blog posts that my course mates have posted. Learning more about my course mates was very interesting and I am really glad that we are all taking this particular class. I also have to admit that “Marinara_sause” is indeed a great nickname.

The time I spent reading other blog posts was quite entertaining and a bit educating but it was not really helpful. So, I managed to waste another hour. That was the moment when I knew, I screwed up my planning once again. However, after thinking about all the time I have wasted, I decided to simply start writing about how challenging it could be to actually write a blog. To be honest I cannot believe that it actually worked out and I managed to come up with something.

To conclude, I need to make sure that I share something useful. If you would ever encounter the same issue I had, when there is nothing you can write about, you could just start writing/typing whatever comes to your mind. It might sound foolish at first but it seems like it works and this blog post is a good (or just an ok) example.

A.G:)

Shitty first drafts and other things

I decided to write about "Shitty First Drafts." This reading was really interesting because I just agreed with all of it. It was written super casually, making it easier to read. Anyways, this reading made me think about why I find it so hard to start writing an essay. Am I afraid of judgement? Probably not. I mean, I know that no one is going to read the shitty first draft. Even when I’m supposed to turn in a first draft for feedback, it really isn’t my FIRST draft. It’s probably my third. I think I just don’t want to start writing because I don’t know how to start it. I know that if I start writing without knowing how the essay will progress, it’s going to be bad. Like, if I write something bad, I wouldn’t even know where to start fixing it. I guess I don’t want to write a bad first draft because I don’t want to re-read my work and know that I wrote that shitty thing. I know that in the long run, I’m saving time by writing a bad first draft because at least I’m putting my ideas down on paper. I find that starting an essay or any other piece of writing is just making your fingers move and type/write something rather than actually trying to write something meaningful. Even if you get one good idea from 1000 words of garbage, the effort spent writing that garbage was worthwhile. And honestly, the likelihood that a good idea will come out of that much writing is pretty high.

I still have a long ways to go with this post. I guess I’ll talk about my week. I called my mom for the first time in a while. It also feels like I’ve been here for SEVERAL months. I’m not tired of the school or my friends (I love it here), I just feel like I’ve already found a routine. My sister also called me today. She texted me this morning, asking if I had time to call her. So I told her that anytime was fine. She called me later today, like 9PM, and we talked for a bit. I asked her if something happened and she just told me that she wanted to hear my voice. It was weird. She is not who I remember. This is the same sister who I low-key roasted for being really loud, to a fascinating extent. I guess she just misses me but I also saw her last weekend.

Okay, just a little bit more to write. My roommate and I had a heated discussion about Legos yesterday. Apparently, we both have an obsession for the really complicated Lego structures, the ones with like HUNDREDS of pieces. We basically like a puzzles that are really complicated but look really cool when completed. What a bunch of nerds we are. Anyways, it was weird how we both didn’t know about this mutual obsession until now.

-Crystal

Legos.

So I never knew how strong exactly my passion for Lego sets was until yesterday I was talking to my roommate and we mentioned Legos and suddenly I could not stop talking about them. We realized that we both had an equal obsession with Lego sets and realized that it is actually such a freaking expensive hobby. Like why a couple plastic bricks cost hundreds of dollars I will never understand. Every Christmas all of my guy cousins and my younger brother would get Legos as their gift where on the other hand, me and the only other girl cousin I have would always end up with some sparkly nail polish that smelled like rat poison or some creepy doll set. Well anyways, I figured if I would never receive a Lego set I would just build the sets that my cousins received and they collectively had  received SO many. I would go over to their house during the holidays when I visited and ask if I could build a set but they would always make up some type of excuse or laugh at me and brush it off as a joke. BUT THIS CHRISTMAS, let me TELL you I was heated. I asked my cousin if I could build a set for the 4th year in a row and he tells me he has sold every single one of them on EBay. The audacity. I was heartbroken. But one day I am sitting on the ground at my other cousin's house and out of nowhere I see a LEGO SET laying on the ground. It's not anything extraordinary, not like the architectural sets I have always wanted but it was a Technic race car set. But at this point anything is something right? So I literally yell "WHo's is ThiS?" and my 10 year old cousin comes running in and he's like "Oh. That's mine, it's ugly." Right?? So I asked him if I could build it with way too much excitement and he looks at me like I have absolutely lost it and he says "I mean yes? I don't want it..." I don't waste a second. I start building the set immediately and almost instantly the rest of my cousins start crowding around me asking to help and it becomes a turf war. My mom comes up to me yelling and asking why I am building my 10 year old cousin's Lego set and I had to go through the explanation that I had received his prior approval.  I fought years for this Lego set and I had never felt more accomplished when I finished. I will never understand my love for Legos and honestly neither will anyone else but it truly is so entertaining. I think I eventually realized that a lot of the reason that I enjoy building puzzles is because it is a much cheaper alternative to building Lego sets, which isn't even much of a replacement to be honest because it's so different. Something about activities that I can concentrate and work on for extended periods of time without even realizing time is passing by is something I enjoy. You can listen to music, eat snacks, pretty much do anything you want to when you're working on a puzzle or a Lego set. But honestly I won't even try to defend or justify my passion for Legos I think I've just been like this my entire life. (hahaha this is so dramatic whoops)


Also please ignore my email. I made it when I was 12 and I really thought I was onto something...

Thanks Parents

     I know I talked about it in class but then I thought to myself, "Hey, rant about it more on blogger." So, I'm ranting about it more on Blogger. I guess it really all started with my parents. My dad dropped out of college in Egypt because he wanted to travel to the U.S. for better opportunities. When he got here, he took the first job he could get. Around this time in 1986, my dad was washing dishes in a diner somewhere in New Jersey. On the other hand, my mom finished college and got her bachelor's degree in physics, which also happens to be one of my least favorite subjects. Inherently, my first reaction to this was, "Physics? Gross."

     My dad traveled back and forth between Egypt and the U.S. pretty much just trying to figure his life out. One year when he was back in Egypt, my grandma told him about a young woman who lives down the street that she wants him to marry. That woman was my mom. How romantic. In typical Arabic fashion, the families met and agreed upon the marriage. My sister was born in 1996 and four years later, I was born. At that point, my dad had brought the family to the states, so I was actually born in a small town in New Jersey, unlike my sister, who was born in our home country. This is where things get a little complicated.

     After years of working with chefs, my dad learned how to cook. When I was born, he was actually working as a cook and he was making significantly more money than during his days as a dishwasher. For a while, our four person family was living off his income. As time went on and cost of living rose, my mom needed to get a job. You're probably thinking, "Well, she has a degree in physics. This should be a piece of cake." Nope. My mom couldn't use her degree in the states. It was almost like she had to validate her bachelor's in physics by paying money for two more years of school. Money that we just didn't have. My mom had to start working earning just minimum wage, and I knew kids at my high school that got jobs over summers paying well over minimum wage. It just wasn't fair.

     I can say now, after many years, that my parents gave my sister and I a pretty great life. We wore nice clothes, nice shoes, and we always had the newest phone. But, my parents are tired, both physically and mentally, and it sure as hell wasn't easy for them. They slaved to put me and my sister through college in the hopes of us achieving more, in the hopes of us living a better and easier life than they did. This is why I say that I'm in school because of my parents. I don't want them to have worked all these years for nothing. One of my life goals, ever since I started high school was to retire my parents early. Another one of my life goals was to buy them a house, or at least help them buy one because they've never owned one. My parents are my motivation. Without them, I just don't see myself having the same drive to study, to read, to get a degree. Although, yea, this post might've started off sarcastically, the ending got pretty real for me.To be honest, I couldn't thank and appreciate my parents more.

Sherman Alexie

There are many forms of sponsors in Sherman Alexie’s The Joy of Reading and Writing: Superman and Me. Some of the sponsors that are represented is societal norms, his motivation to learn, his father, books, and socioeconomic status. In his writing, he portrays the life of a Native American in terms of their education. He basically tells the story of his own life growing up and being a Native American and how hard it was to find education and sponsors. One of the biggest sponsors he describes is the American stereotype against Native Americans. He describes it as being stupid. Some of the school teachers expected the Native American students to fail in almost all aspects of education. As a result, Alexie tried his hardest to prove that stereotype wrong. He read all the books he could, and basically anything he could read. A good comparison he compares his situation to is him trying to break down locked doors. People were not accepting of his people. This leads onto another sponsor, books. Books were a huge sponsor in his story. They are what he is being educated with. Of course he has to motivate himself to read, but the books are what is educating him and almost everyone else who does so. This leads to another sponsor, his motivation. No one is going to learn if they have no motivation to do so. You have to be willing to learn in order to learn. If you really want to learn, you will put yourself in the mindset to learn and that you will do anything to learn about anything. For example, you are not going to read books if you don’t want to. In Alexie’s case, he read anything and anywhere whenever he could. He read late at night, recess, lunch, basketball games, shopping mall. He read library books, cereal boxes, newspapers, bulletins posted on the wall etc. Another huge sponsor is Alexie’s father. He is a huge sponsor in this story because he bought so many books for Alexie to read. He is the reason why Alexie has so many opportunities to read. Aside from the books, his father was probably a good influence on Alexie, influencing him to read more and more. A last sponsor is the socioeconomic status of the Native Americans. Because the Native Americans were low income and poor, they did not have the resources to afford high level education and books. They cannot afford all the tutoring or even learning how to read or write. Alexie is a huge part in why people are in the positions they are too. He really is the backbone to how Native Americans learn and have the right to learn. He is their savior. This relates to not only Native Americans but it also can be reflected upon society as a whole. People usually do not get the opportunities they deserve because of they economic status, their neighborhood they were born, societal norms and stereotypes etc. People should appreciate what they have.

 Justin Yu