Writing Self Story 2: Being Watched

Feeling the sharp cold air as I get out of the passenger side door. My friend and I walking over the fresh fallen snowing toward the rink doors of Ochapowace First Nation. As we walking in the door the lady asked for our 5 door students admission and stamp our hands, saying enjoy the game.

We open the door leading towards the bleachers and the ice surface. I feel many eyes on me as I follow my friend to an open seat. We sit down to enjoy the hockey game going on below up in the bleachers. I look around to see everyone sitting with their families and friends. Then I hear from a distance

What is that white girl doing on the reserve? Who kid is she?

My friend looks at me and says : hahah your probably the whitest person here, just saying

Through those 60 minutes on the clock I could feel eyes looking at me, In that moment I knew that being white and being on reserve was unusual but I came to think it shouldn't matter we are all people.