Ok i've lived in Provo for 2 years now. Initially it was a shock. If I wasn't white or Mormon I would feel extremely uncomfortable living in Provo. Provo is 88.52% white and 98% Mormon. Once the shock wears off, you just get used to it and it becomes normal.
So today I thought I was going to have a heart attack, literally. So to save money on gas I decided to take the trax to campus in Salt Lake. I've done this a few times and I guess i've always gotten lucky and ended up on the right train. And for the most part on this particular route that I've taken has always been fairly empty. So the train I took today turned onto a street that was not part of the normal route I had taken. So I quickly decided to get off at the next exit. Once exiting the train, I almost panicked, I thought I was in the heart of the ghetto. I was the only clean looking person around (and that's not saying much), and maybe I'm crazy but I swear everyone was staring me down. I instinctively put my hand in my coat pocket that had my ipod and the other hand on top of my school bag that had my laptop in it. When ever I saw a shadow move I looked nonchalantly to see what it was. I tried not to appear like the paranoid white guy that got off on the wrong stop, but I think it was obvious. Ok its not like I've never been in the ghetto, shoot I lived in the ghetto in Panama and there were some areas where I'd go to sleep listening to gun shots. Well it seemed like the train took forever to get to our stop. Well it arrived and the train was packed. I got on and the first thing I heard was the F bomb, that woke me up alright. So I sat across the aisle from a white trash family. The boy kept on saying he hated his mom. His mom kept on telling him there was no Santa Claus and he wasn't getting any presents. I wanted to slap the wench, but I was afraid she would shank me. Well I survived!
Overall this was a good wake up call. Provo is not the real world, granted I like the place (sometimes), but I think sometimes I forget how cool and diverse people are. I also had to remind myself that just because they obviously came from different socio economic statuses it doesn't mean they are criminals for crying out loud!
6 comments:
Ha,ha,ha! This is so funny. I am glad your experience in Cerro Cocobolo helped you in a time of need.
Oh Garrett, how many times do I have to say it move back to AZ................you wouldn't have frightening times, like the ones you have in Utah.
are you kidding? the trax runs on the east side yo. so not the ghetto. and i wouldn't be surprised if that kid was someone i know...haha
that picture looks like fun.
desi, i felt like i was in the ghetto cuz it was not provo, geez i can't help that im sheltered!
hahaha, i totally just peed myself, that totally brings me back to when we used to kick it! Remember when i'd always tell u to lock the car doors cause of white trash, hahaha
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