Im a Nerd Who Can't Play Sports

When it comes to confidence, there is only one area in my life where I can say that I am confident. This area is math, I was in accelerated math classes from third grade until this year. I was always a little ahead and have always been good with numbers. That's an area, for now, where I'll feel like my abilities are appreciated and useful. An area in life where I feel lie I'm not so comfortable is sports, especially since people expect a tall girl like me should be rather good at them. I think there are multiple things that contribute to my insecurity in sports, there's the fact that I'm just not good at my coordination, and the fact that there is that pressure of people expecting me to have skill in sports. If it's basketball we are talking about, people expect me to do well because I'm tall and large so,  the assumption is that I can block shots and shoot baskets no problem. That's isn't the case, though. If it's soccer we are talking about, there is the stereotypical expectation that a Mexican would be good at soccer, and even maybe accel at soccer, but again that isn't the case. I'm not so light on my feet like it's required, I can kick a ball well, but as soon as my foot makes contact with that ball, there's no telling whose face it's going to hit. Those are two areas in my life where my confidence can either be high in the sky or so low it's not even a joke. These are two opposites, and hopefully I can better the stereotype.

My Name

My name is August-Marie. The August was given to me because august is my mothers favorite month, it's the warmest out all the months, she was born in august, and my dad was born in august. Her and my fathers birthdays have one day in between them, I was supposed to be born on the day between their birthdays, that's another reason that the name August was given to me. My mom also loves being unique, the other option for my name was Precious. My grandfather still calls me that. Overall, I love my name, it's not something you hear everyday. Unusual and weird, just like me. The Marie part was given to me because it is my mothers middle name, and my grandmothers middle name, and her mother before that, and it continues on. August-Marie is my first name, I also have a middle name, one that ties in to my Mexican heritage. I guess because I was my moms first child, she went a little name crazy.

Where I'm From

I am from tortillas on the comal everyday,
Women talking in the kitchen and children playing outside.
I am from the fort rebuilt every weekend after destruction from my grandfather.
I am from the back porch and hammock that had the strength to hold all of my cousins.

I am from many combs and strong hair ties.
I am from behind the photo counter at Walgreens with my grandma.
I am from rice and frijoles after school.

I am from the corner of shy children at a big family party.
I am from Come on, it's just your family and Loosen up.
I am from Keep God in your heart, it'll be okay.

One Action Can Make Two People Happy

I live with my mom because my parents are separated, so me and my siblings have to split the holidays between parents. We had to get ready Christmas Eve morning at my moms house and get ready and bring everything we needed to celebrate that day at our dads, all outfits, gifts, and games. After we had been there for a couple hours, we needed to be ready to exchange gifts, I had gotten my sister a stuffed bear from Walgreens, because I knew that she had wanted it. We went to the store week prior and she pointed out and her mother said that she wouldn't buy it for her, so I decided to get it for her myself. We had all gone to our little areas where we had hidden our gifts went my brother pulled me to the side and told me that he had forgotten his gift for my sister at home. He's only 10, no one could really expect a child to go out of their way to spend their money for a gift. At first, that's what I was going to tell him. I then decided that since no one can expect a child to spend money, no one would expect a gift from me. So I gave the gift to my brother to give to my sister as a gift. Don't get me wrong, it was hard to do because I really wanted to be the one to give it to her, but I couldn't just that my little brother stand there with a look of such regret. So I let him take the credit for the bear, he was happy, she was filled with excitement, so everybody was happy in the end. Especially my sisters mom, because she didn't have to end up a the store buying the bear.