September 28, 2004

• So, I've probably written about him before, but there's this guy at my work named Jamil. Basketball player for South, black had you not guessed it. We play fight often, we don't hate each other (I think) but it's still loads of fun to battle. Anyway, tonight Jessica asked me something at work, to which I replied "mmhmmmm" in the high pitched "black" way. Jamil was listening and mimicked me, I laughed, told him to do it again, which he did. I then proceeded to tell him the story where Joy designated me half-black inside due to the amount of skill I possessed in giving a very spirited "haaaaaay". When I said it, he said, yeah, you are, but now we have to give you a black name. I am now refered to as Dawnisha. Sidenote: I did remember to ask and make sure that that was not the name of his thirteen year old cousin, who is also a mother. I thought it was a great story to tell, and I'm very pleased that I am now accepted for who I really am inside.

  
  

  P.S. Later that night Jamil says to me-(this whole conversation is done with accent)

  
  

  J: "Dawnisha, you're going to pull soda right?"
  K: "Yeah, what do you want? Sprite? Dr. Pepper?"
  J: "No, I'm going for something new and improved."
  K: "Root beer?"
  J: "No, an italian soda."
  K: "I'm not making you an italian soda, stupid."
  J: "Because you love me?"
  K: "I don't think I heard anything about love."
  J: "I thought since we were brotha and sista now..."
  K: "...."
  J: "Thanks Dawnisha. Strawberry."
  K: "Fine, but only cause we black."
  J: Insane laughter.

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