Duffy said:
bigsurfer67 said:
Duffy said:
bigsurfer67 said:
Thought about going there growing up in "white bread" South OC back in the day, but didn't want an extension of high school with the same homogeneous students. Not sure I would have had the discipline to go to class by the beach as an 18 year old due to surfing. Made the tougher choice and headed inland to the most diverse UC school at UC Riverside. Received a great education there as well as being exposed to all different races which helped shape me in to the person I am today.
My jr high school was 70% non-white and my high school was 65% non-white.
What do I win?
I wish my junior high and high school was more diverse like that since it is the reality in California and in the nation. Best to be exposed to diversity and not live in a segregrated, insular community which unfortunately many do. Helps you grow up when you are young and immature.
Is there something inherently different about people that don’t share roughly the same skin tone as you?
I’d like to hear what those differences are that creates this “diversity” you mention.
What are some human traits that come with skin color?
Please fill us in here.
he seems to be talking about communities
back in the prehistoric era when I went to Davis we'd play in winter soccer leagues that ranged throughout the central valley. Horror upon horrors, The adult one was know as the Mexican league, despite the fact that some of the teams were mostly Fijian or Iranian or Honduran. For sure those games had unique flavors based upon the community. Ranging from
- the super rascist rednecks in Roseville, where the parents would yell slurs from the sidelines. We started wearing eye liner to those games to really amp up the angst. Our Iranian goalie would wear mascara and rouge and dye his hair just for that weekend. Then we'd run up the score as high as possible.
- to one very small town outside of Turlock, which was mostly Mexicans. Their field was right next to their church. So our games would start about 30 minutes after the last mass on Sunday. The fans would be dressed in their Sunday finest and they wanted to see blood flowing on the field asap. The ref's were only calling fouls on one team. Brutal games, and we'd all be hoping in cars right after the final whistle to get the hell out of there before things got serious.
It was awesome, each weekend was different depending upon where you played.