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I didn't want to be white. My siblings had already instilled the notion of black pride in me. I would have preferred that Mommy were black. Now, as a grown man, I feel privileged to have come from two worlds.”
Walking into my kindergarten class, I had no idea that it would be the last time I shared a classroom with people with similar beliefs and backgrounds as me. I had no idea that my intelligence would separate me from my friends and from my culture. In fifth grade, I was one out of four Hispanic children in my class. By then, I got used to people asking me if I’d say something in Spanish for them, acting as if I was an alien from outer space. I remember always declining their requests due to my embarrassment because by this time, most of my friends were white and I felt the need to fit in.
One of the biggest struggles with today’s generation is self-identity, realizing who you are and the skin your are. I have been placed around people who feel as if being black is a curse. There is this concept that being black means that you are not privileged in any way. We keep the idea of us being oppressed so long that we never advance our minds to recognize that everyone, including ourselves are different and unique in our own way. “BUT I AM NOT tragically colored.
and I loved my family. But my classmate didn’t want anything to do with me. I felt like an outcast. When I would talk to people about their day, they would usually do the following, look at me with a confused or disgusted face and then talk to their friends that they knew. They would talk a lot and often I was genuinely interested in what they were saying.
It was uncomfortable for me to be around my classmates, but everyone in the class seems to be nice to me because I was the new kid. They didn’t have problems with me and I didn’t have problems with them. As time goes on, I began to feel
Consequently as a result of my skin color, society scrutinizes and stereotypes me, but once I open my mouth and speak, they realize I am far from the loud, ignorant black person depicted on television. At a young age, I realized I was different from the "typical" black person. The teasing of my voice and labeling me an “Oreo” damaged my self esteem creating insecurity and frustration. My mother’s action of enrolling me into a private school, and not a public one just gave them another reason to tease me. “You’re not black enough” they would say.
The second part of the Written Expression subtest consisted of sentence building, which had Madison listen to a targeted word read to them and then was asked to write a sentence using the word in the correct context. The sentence building showed that Madison was in the low range compared to students at her age. The first targeted word that was given to Madison to use in a sentence was the word “the”. Madison was able to use this word in a sentence using correct context, semantics and grammar.
This whole adventure started at a Goodwill. I was out with my dad killing time looking for deals on camping equipment. My dad is the type that likes to know what he has to work with. He is a tall skinny man with red hair that is starting to fade. I am of similar build with brown hair.
"You can do anything for just five more minutes, only five more minutes. " This is my mantra—what I mumble to myself as I run the 3.1 miles of complete pain, cross country. This is my mantra—what I tell myself as I lie in bed typing away on an English essay due in a few hours. This is what I tell myself when I am surrounded by noisy, hyper underclassmen—or by fussy babies at the nursery where I volunteer. My mantra has become a useful, inspirational aid to assist me in whatever challenges come my way.
As I journey into the process of applying to college and the roller coaster of senior year, I realize that I am truly ready to move on to greater affairs such as college. I am no longer the child, I once was. I am a strong, independent women ready to take on the world. The events that marked my transition from childhood to adulthood has to be between my sixth and seventh grade year. Those two years were the toughest of all.
Most kids like summer time no school, no teacher, no homework and no getting up extra early but me I hated the summer Both my parents had to work so that meant no vacation my best friend was in Miami and it was certainly too hot to go outside so my sister and I were stuck in the hot house for 2 months I could tell on the last day of 7th grade that it was going to be a long summer for me. My dad called the house earlier to make sure I hadn’t killed my sister yet even though we were a year apart she still acts like she’s five I had finally convinced my parents that we didn’t need a babysitter this summer.
At the age of fourteen my life took a completely different course. My mother at the age of thirty-seven had great news for us, she announced that she was pregnant with my fourth sibling. At her first appointment she was diagnosed with kidney failure and was going to be put in Dialysis every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday for the rest of her life. I never imagined how one simple diagnose would change my life dramatically. I was the oldest of three, me who was fourteen my younger sister Roxanna who was twelve, my sister Rocio who was seven and my brother Isaias who was three.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,” this line is more than just a quote from classic literature, it almost perfectly describes how college has been for me halfway through the semester. From acing a paper to homework blunders, from making awesome friends to getting in a bad relationship, college is everything you expect it to be, don’t expect it to be and much, much more. What has been the most surprising? There have been many things that I have found surprising, but a couple really stand out.
“Everyone is a genius, but if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.” In this quotation, Albert Einstein explains that by thinking someone is stupid because of his lack of a certain ability, then he will have less desire to learn. Einstein was dyslexic and never finished his education because his teachers thought he was mentally challenged. If it weren’t for his determination to continue learning, he would never have put forth the General Theory of Relativity. Like Einstein, I was diagnosed with dyslexia in the fourth grade; it seemed that teachers and some of my friends doubted my intellectual prowess.
Elementary school is an environment where we start off as juvenile, inventive kids and leave as awkward procrastination prone teenagers. We morph into these people and stay that way for a while until high school the place where we can find our roadway in which we will continue for the rest of our lives. On September 5th, 2006, I began my very first day of elementary school, like many of the other kids starting their first day of school, I was nervous and I didn’t want to leave my parents side but eventually, I did and so did everyone else. I was an only child for about 6 years of life and I didn’t participate in anything that would acquire new friendships or skills, so, in terms of a social life, I didn’t have one. I was reliant on my parents for everything from making food to doing my homework they were there for me.
