My name is Amera Cadora Mezome. My middle name was my grandmother’s, and because of that I’m the only grandchild who made it into her will. So props to my parents for their keen foresight. Currently I’m an English Writing major thinking about going into law, but in the one year and one week that I’ve been in college I’ve changed my major no less than four times, so my actual major will be a surprise to all of us. I’m the type of person who thinks with my heart and lets my emotion guide my life. And sometimes that sounds like a bad thing—sometimes that is a bad thing because I get hurt a lot—but I’d rather feel too much than too little. I’m proud to say that I’m from Delco, I’ve never been to Chipotle, I can’t cook anything more than spaghetti, and even though I write all the time, I can’t spell for my life. There’s always times where I wish I could change parts about myself—I wish I was thinner, could dance better, didn’t get as jealous—but then I think about all the good parts of me. Like the fact that I’m surprisingly good with kids, that people trust me with their secrets, that my friends always say they love listening to my stories. I think about all the parts that are compiled together to make me, well, me; and goddamn do I love who I am.
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