Robynne Miller

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On the tropical island of Jamaica, I was born to Robert and Grace Miller on the Thirteenth day of February, in the year Nineteen Hundred and Seventy-Nine. I have one younger sister, Stefanie, who was born two years after I was born.

I lived in Jamaica until 1988, migrating to this country at the tender age of 9. I left Jamaica shortly after Gilbert, a hurricane that devastated the country.

My immediate family and I moved to Orlando, FL., where I was thrust into my first year of the Amercian Public School system (the 5th grade). It was very new to me, considering that prior to that time I had only attended Preparatory School. I had to adjust to a number of things. Perhaps the most difficult aspect of school that I had to quickly adjust to was the matter of racial identity. This was a concept relatively new to me, because in Jamaican culture, racial identity is not really recognized at such an early age.

Of course there were other things I had to get used to, such as grammar and spelling the American way instead of according to the Queen's english.

I was a year younger than all of my classmates, and this was perhaps the greatest contributing factor to my innocent and naive personality at the time. I look back at that time and draw the conclusion that this country forced me to grow up faster than I needed to have grown up.

Middle School was a time of horror for me, because I was literally in the "middle" of everything: I was niether here nor there. I was in the middle of puberty, in the middle of fights, and in the middle of jr. high love traingles. I attended a private Catholic Middle school with strict rules and stern teachers. We had to go to Mass every Friday, and confession was mandatory. This time was very awkward for me primarily because I always felt out of place somehow. I generally surpress my memories of middle school, because that is an awkward time of my like in which I wish to forget.

Upon completing middle school I returned to Jamaica and attended my first year high school there for a short while. Naturally, I was at the peak of happiness because that was truly HOME for me. However, it wasn't too long until my family missed me so much that they insisted that I return to Orlando to complete high school.

So I returned to Orlando against my will to attend Maynard Evans High School in Orlando. I must say that those four years were the most memorable of years. High school was where I finally became fully adjusted to living in the United States. Though I still missed Jamaica, I was content with where I had to be for the time being. Now I can sincerely say that I do not regret growing up and going to school in the United States, becuase it has undeniably made me the woman that I am today.

Now, in my last year of College at the University of Florida, I am ready to take on the world. I hope to graduate in May 2000 with a bachelor's degree in Advertising. Upon graduating UF, I plan to move back to Jamaica and attend art school there. Eventually, I would like to do something in the area of graphic design, with some type of focus on advertising.

I have come a long way, but I still have a very long way to go in life. I try to live by the bible text: "Trust in the Lord with all thine heart, and lean not to thine own understanding. But in all thy ways acknowledge Him, and he shall direct thy path."
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