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USA250 Journal Project
Personal Chronicle: July 4, 2025 – July 5, 2026
A gift for reflection. A record of now. A story for what’s next.
📝 “Who am I?”
Begin with truth—even if it changes.
I’m Ari Roth.
I’m the younger one. The louder one. The one who laughs too hard in class and gets told to “settle down” at least twice a day.
I like sports and video games and cinnamon Pop-Tarts. I’m not deep like Eli or serious like my parents, but I’m not clueless either. I just don’t show it.
I like when people are happy. I like being the reason they are.
But sometimes I feel like a side character in my own house. Like everyone else is doing something important, and I’m just… filler. And then I feel bad for thinking that, because I have it easy, right?
I don’t know exactly who I am yet. But I know I’m kind. And funny. And loyal. And maybe that’s enough to start with.
📝 “How did I get here?”
I got here by being born second. By being the baby. The easy one.
I was the kid who slept through the night, who liked daycare, who made friends fast. Eli was already coding when I was learning to tie my shoes. I think that’s why everyone gives me more space—because they think I don’t need anything.
I play soccer because it gets me out of my head. I like running. I like yelling. I like when things are clear—win or lose.
But lately, stuff at school feels weird. Some kids say messed-up things. About people like my brother. About kids who are different. And I don’t always know what to say back. I just get mad. Quiet mad. Like I swallow it.
I got here by making jokes and changing the subject. But I think I want to be the kind of person who doesn’t look away. Who stands up.
I’m not there yet. But I’m paying attention.
Family, Friends
David Roth – Father.
Rebecca Roth – Mother.
Eli Roth – Son
Miriam – Grandmother.
