Prejudice3 Essay

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Are you prejudice? Yeah, that’s exactly what I thought, until I arrived here at Hampton.
Prejudice is simply the act of pre-judging someone before you really get to know him or
her. You should never judge a book by its cover. In most cases your first impression of
someone is based upon appearance, and the first impression is the one that counts. Since
my arrival at Hampton University, I’ve met many different people from not only the U.S.,
but all over the world. Every different area, or city, or country has its own local
culture. They all dress different, they have their own slang, and they enjoy various
foods. But after you scratch beneath the surface, you notice that everyone is
fundamentally the same.

The first person I was able to observe was of course, my roommate. Justin is from
Baltimore County, Maryland. My first impression was that we had absolutely nothing in
common. I consider myself to be the typical North Carolina country boy. I don’t speak
with correct grammar, my room is never clean and I don’t iron my clothes. Initially, I
took him for a spoiled prep. He spoke with a faultless dialect. It was almost regal. It
seemed, by the way he and his parents unpacked, that he was a completely organized, and
proficient person. His clothes perfectly draped his closet. His desk was always ideally
arranged. He struck me to be the exact opposite of myself. But as we began to talk and
interact with each other, I learned that we were shockingly parallel. We’re the only two
humans that enjoy Quaker Instant oatmeal. We share the same passion about music, females,
and even life.

Because I smoke marijuana, it was inevitable for me to meet some other potheads. The
first was “E” from Long Island. From his appearance I took him to be a New York Rasta.
His mop-like dreadlocks looked as though they had never been washed. He was cloaked in
baggy urban clothing. But despite all of this he spoke like a “California surfer dude”.
This was so funny to me. It was like God had made a mistake and given him some white
boy’s voice. He was the first guy besides my roommate that I considered a friend. Daily
we regulated the cafeteria, and strutted the campus meeting girls. But the more we hung
out together the more I realized he wasn’t the person I initially took him for.

Next we have Chare. She’s from Los Angeles, California. I met her through “E”. By her
clothing I figured her to be a rich girl from the valley, but of course I wrongly
categorized her as well. She conversed with a confident, ghetto dialect. She never bit
her tongue for anyone. This is where I was first exposed to west coast slang. Her speech
was straight from Boyz in the Hood. I quickly became her “homie” and we spent a lot of
time “kickin’ it”. As I really got to know her, I learned how similar our lives really
were. We both loved the same movies, and had interest in the same activities.
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