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Personal Narrative: My Experience Of African-American Students With Different Cultures

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I transferred to Pace two and a half years ago. Before, I was enrolled Caldwell College in New Jersey. The school was mostly populated with typical Caucasian students and a low ratio of African-American students; therefore there was not much diversity. I am an individual that enjoys learning about other cultures and traditions. At Caldwell, I did not feel any type of disrespect towards my race/culture like Jessie. When I enrolled to Pace, I still didn’t feel any kind of disrespect towards my culture and enjoyed how the student population varied with different cultures in New York City. I personally do not think stereotyping played a role in how I treated others. I do my best to treat everyone as equally as possible.
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