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Summer Raines

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Summer Raines

27 January 2016 - 11:25 PM

Summer Raines

twenty-eight. sophomore. allison williams.


> April 21st

major of study

> marine biology > oceanology


> San Deigo, CA, USA


> greek houses, clubs, and other extracurriculars

You had so much to prove.

You were born to a young couple, high school sweethearts that had settled down fast and comfortably. Your father was a deep sea fisherman, a job that paid well but kept him away from months at a time. Your mother, a dance teacher at the local recreation center for kids. Your parents professions would come to shape you in your younger years, of course, and you're still not sure if you're thankful for that or not.

By the time you could walk, you were already your mother's little project. With your father gone so many months out of the year, your mother was eager for some sort of project to keep her busy. That's where you came in, a living doll that she could build the life she wanted for. You were to become a dancer, a model, an actress. For a while, you thought that maybe you had done something to make your mother think that this is actually what you wanted. This was the life you chose as a child. But your name was evidence enough that this had been your mother's plan for you all along. Summer Raines. It had personality. It sounded soothing. It was, to you, such a joke.

For the first few years, you excelled and loved it. Your mother always made sure that you were the first line dancer in the class; that you were propositioned in auditions for any younger role in a musical for the local schools and theaters. It was basically the easiest way of living, with people always mentioning how they just know you're going to be big.

But you didn't want that.

You didn't want the easy route. A life that depends on basically just your looks and how disarming your smile could be. Sure, dancing was a talent and so was acting, but was there really any long term substance you could gain from the two other than a life of luxury? You wanted to be smart. You wanted to be respected You wanted your name in science articles and thesis papers around the country, not in lights like your mother had planned for you. You would chose brains over brawn any day.

High School wasn't easy. Jealousy ran rampant through the halls and you were expected to grin and bare most things. You disagreed with your teachers a lot, hoping to get into a debate about information that you had read online that went against the outdated text in your textbooks but, since you were expected to just be a pretty face (the privileged dancer), no one really took you seriously and intended to dismiss you. This only pushed you further towards your goals.

It continued through your first four years of college. You were considered a 'bitch' because you had opinions and interests that rivaled your peers. Guys tended to neg you harder than most girls, saying "You're kind of scary but I might be into that" or "I mean I'm braver than most, you tend to intimidate guys." to you as if it was going to make you blush and giggle. That was the most infuriating part to you. You were expected, as most women, to learn quietly and to let men take the cake when it came to education and opinions; otherwise, you were labelled scary or intimidating, or a number of other negative labels that had an effect on the way people saw you.

After college, you went on to become a marine biologist. When you approached your mother, elated about being selected into one of your favorite marine programs in the country, she remarked "Oh cute! So you basically just get to hang out at the beach all day? I want to see pictures, sweetheart!". You had to hand it to her though, she was trying her hardest to be happy with the fact that you had ditched dancing and turned down every modeling offer she had funneled your way.

Soon though, you felt the same restless boredom with Marine Biology as you had with most subjects in school. It interested you but didn't hold as much as a challenge as you would have liked it to and so back to college you went, content to stick to your guns and commit to furthering your career into oceanology.

College the second time around was more welcoming of your strong personality. Feminism was on the rise and you had several career driven women to look up to in the media so it wasn't entirely as dreadful and frustrating as it was your first time around. Still, you seemed to talk too much and get too involved in the topics during class that even most of your teachers seemed to ignore when your hand shot into the air first.

You definitely recognized that you could just succumb to the easy way of living on the drop of a dime. You could accept the modeling offers or walk into an agency and get a contract drafted quicker than most, but that wasn't what you wanted. As tough as it was to prove that you were more than just a pretty face to others, there wasn't anything in the world that would make you stop.


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