It’s crazy how I think that I haven't experienced the world yet. It’s like I’m living in my own little bubble, protected against the actual world and all of its dangers that come with it, yet I still know what's out there. The closer I get to graduation, the more the bubble begins to crack. There are so many expectations out there. All the looks and judgments piercing into my back because of my race. I don’t know the streets of Wellesley like I know the streets of where I grew up. All throughout middle school, reputations got built. People were able to distinguish each other by the ‘Metco girls’ or the ‘Barton road kids’. Yes, that's who we are, yet those titles were known for being loud, ghetto, and trouble.
Stereotypes. What are they? Noun.
Stereotypes. What are they? Noun.