My name is Glacier Dionne Roubidoux. I am 14 years old. I live with my family in Juneau, Alaska.
I got my first name because I was conceived here in Alaska while my parents were on vacation (or so they tell me). Before I'd been born, my parents were living in Louisiana at the time. They moved here to Alaska right before I was born (like three months prior). Then they had me. Guess I was meant to be born in Alaska, if my first name is any indication.
I have long, wavy brown hair and brown, nearly black, eyes. My skin is fairly dark, but then that's to be understandable: my mom is white, and my daddy, French Cajun/black. I was inclined to inherit daddy's dark looks. I am 5'5" tall and weigh about 120 pounds. I am an average teenager with mixed blood.
Like any teenager, I like talking to or texting my friends if I can't be around them, reading a good book (or two or three, maybe even five! LOL), drawing, writing poems or stories, dancing, listening to music, shopping for clothes or the latest in music, going on walks, goign to the mall (see above), and collecting ceramic dolls. I also love to look at the beauty that is my home state of Alaska. Alaska has some majestic beauty that is unlike anywhere else in the world.
I like watching the aurora borealis (the northern lights), but we don't see them too much here in Juneau: too much light pollution; makes it hard to see the stars (and especially the aurora) at night. We have to go out to the country or away from any lights in order to see them, which is a pain. Yet when I HAVE seen the lights, they have been nothing short of incredible! Spectacular! Awe-inspiring!
My best friend is Jibs (her real name is Julie, but everyone calls her Jibs) Dawson; she and I have been the best of friends since first grade. I met her when a boy was picking on her and I came to her rescue. Beat the shit out of the kid too, if I remember right, got into plenty of trouble for that one!
I believe in God, but not like most people. I believe more in the natural realm. My parents are Wiccan, so I really never grew up with religion. I do know there is a God, though, but that's about it. I don't go to church: to me, the outdoors is my church; one really doesn't need a building to appreciate God and all that He has made. Just my honest opinion.
I can't stand kids or adults who try to force Jesus on me, so I really don't associate with any Christians. They're always trying to change me, and I see nothing wrong with how I am! Why can't they just leave me be and let me worship or believe in God the way I or my parents see fit?? It's only fair!!
Anyway, back to my story.
I just finished eighth grade a few weeks back. I will be starting high school (ninth grade) when September rolls around. I am a little bit nervous whenever I think about this: I will be the low man on the totem pole; I hope the kids don't pick on me like they've done the past few years. Most of all they pick on me about my clothes or my being a multiracial kid or especially my name! I am SICK of it; I HATE being picked on about things upon which I have no control over!
Well, I gotta go. Gonna go back to sleep; it's only five in the morning here, and it's waaaaaaay too early for even me to be up. I will write in here again soon; until later, blessed be and take care!
~To be continued.~