Post by che on Dec 4, 2007 4:13:06 GMT -5
Tuesday, December 04, early morning
So begins my journal. I am Che Vasquez, and I have been at Hogwarts for less than a week. Already, I'm missing San Juan--I have been since day 1. And yet, every day I miss it less. The nature in Scotland always fascinated me when we would come in the Summers to live in Hogsmeade. Even though it isn't Summer, I still find Scotland amazing. The occasional people I meet are amazing enough to make up for the fact that I don't know any of them extremely well yet. It'd be nice to meet another Chicano, since I've always felt isolated here when nobody else looks anything like me, but race isn't everything. People in the Wizarding World seem to care more about the fact that my father is a Muggle than the fact that he's Chicano.
I honestly don't care what anybody's blood heritage is. Really, even though my mother is a witch, I grew up like a Muggle when I lived in San Juan. Only during our visits to Hogsmeade did we live like the wizards we were. I understand the culture of both the Muggles and the Wizards, and both of them are often full of hard-working people who understand the importance of a job well done and having a family that respects each other. Even if this respect is done in different ways, it's still there.
There's the spells, though. My mother's always said I was going to be a talented wizard, but I feel so stupid only knowing a few spells right now. The ones I know, I'm always messing up, so they shouldn't work, but they do anyways. Maybe once I've been to a few classes I'll understand more about it. Maybe my dream of being a doctor will someday come to fruition.
May all my dreams come true, and all of yours, journal. Peace out.
~ Che
So begins my journal. I am Che Vasquez, and I have been at Hogwarts for less than a week. Already, I'm missing San Juan--I have been since day 1. And yet, every day I miss it less. The nature in Scotland always fascinated me when we would come in the Summers to live in Hogsmeade. Even though it isn't Summer, I still find Scotland amazing. The occasional people I meet are amazing enough to make up for the fact that I don't know any of them extremely well yet. It'd be nice to meet another Chicano, since I've always felt isolated here when nobody else looks anything like me, but race isn't everything. People in the Wizarding World seem to care more about the fact that my father is a Muggle than the fact that he's Chicano.
I honestly don't care what anybody's blood heritage is. Really, even though my mother is a witch, I grew up like a Muggle when I lived in San Juan. Only during our visits to Hogsmeade did we live like the wizards we were. I understand the culture of both the Muggles and the Wizards, and both of them are often full of hard-working people who understand the importance of a job well done and having a family that respects each other. Even if this respect is done in different ways, it's still there.
There's the spells, though. My mother's always said I was going to be a talented wizard, but I feel so stupid only knowing a few spells right now. The ones I know, I'm always messing up, so they shouldn't work, but they do anyways. Maybe once I've been to a few classes I'll understand more about it. Maybe my dream of being a doctor will someday come to fruition.
May all my dreams come true, and all of yours, journal. Peace out.
~ Che