Prejudice, you see this everyday. When you first meet someone, they automatically have a preconceived idea of you. Walking into an open house college tour as the only minority, I stuck out like a sore thumb. The moment I stepped foot into the room full of majorities, I already could read the looks on their faces. Looking down at me, I felt like they were all standing on a pedestal, watching my every move. I look up at my dad and say, “I feel uncomfortable,” I explain to him my reasoning. He exclaims how people has given him dirty looks because my mom was Asian. With every table surrounded by people, I walk over to the lonely table and read the sign, Diversity Club. After that, the feeling of disclusion no longer was there anymore. When I read