Essay on My Family, School, And Friends
“Haha, cookie dough, that’s funny. Akeira your name is ‘kurabiye hamuru’ in my language,” said my other friend, Zahra. Taylor repeated her translation and Zahra admitted to believing she said cookie dough, we all like the name and for a while my name was “Cookie Dough,” but of course we shortened it to just Cookie.
A new school and new friends led to my world being forever changed.
Prior to eighth grade, I grew up in a predominately African American neighborhood, and went to a charter school that had a very diverse group of students. My entire world was my neighborhood– church, school, and friends, all within a 15-mile radius of my house. All of my friends were African-American and everyone I associated with had a similar socioeconomic background. Because of this, I always glamorized what it must be like to be “white.” I thought white families were stable and did not have hard times. I believed everyone with fair colored skin had a lot of money and a life free of problems. I reasoned that children with white parents were lucky because their parents would never get divorced.
I later received an academic scholarship to a new of school that changed my ideas and philosophies about life, and more importantly my future. I attended a college preparatory school, Fort Worth Country Day. The “white” community as I saw it had come alive. My…