It was a cold, gloomy, Monday in the year 2003. There were dull colors around the room with numbers that had no meaning to me. I felt trapped and lonely in that enclosed room with no safe haven to seek. This was my kindergarten class and also the first time I did not know who I was. I remember being asked my name. I heard names like Annie, Madeline, Conner, Katie and Hunter and thought to myself “what type of names are those?” Do I say the name my family call me? Or what my mom gave me? I could not even smile because I was too homesick. This was a gruesome feeling with butterflies in my stomach and a sharp pain going through my chest into my throat. I remember speaking out loud but no one could hear me. My throat felt like it was closing in.
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I thought, “Should a 5 year old even know information like this?” The schools labeled me as advanced and thought I should go to a magnet private school. Knowing my own background, I knew I would have to go that extra mile. I had to catch the “black” school bus then a ”white” school bus every day to and from school because the buses for my school didn’t come to my side of town. I felt out of place. But I think I had fun. I remember the field trips to the petting zoo. Going to a circus with elephants and clowns; one of the best memory from my …show more content…
We both reminisce back to the beginning and how we begin getting away from who we are (Vallowe 75).
I knew from now on I couldn’t show how “smart” I was. I didn’t like being different and if acting my way through school and not being labeled smart would keep me in a familiar state of mind, I would continue. For years, I have been acting average to fit in. This has been a constant battle of who I am. I can remember back freshman year of high school, of me getting too comfortable in being myself. I began acing all of my test and people started to notice. I had teachers referring me to programs for “smart” people. I was being recognized as a scholar and did not want that label, so I had to slack off
I thought, “Should a 5 year old even know information like this?” The schools labeled me as advanced and thought I should go to a magnet private school. Knowing my own background, I knew I would have to go that extra mile. I had to catch the “black” school bus then a ”white” school bus every day to and from school because the buses for my school didn’t come to my side of town. I felt out of place. But I think I had fun. I remember the field trips to the petting zoo. Going to a circus with elephants and clowns; one of the best memory from my …show more content…
We both reminisce back to the beginning and how we begin getting away from who we are (Vallowe 75).
I knew from now on I couldn’t show how “smart” I was. I didn’t like being different and if acting my way through school and not being labeled smart would keep me in a familiar state of mind, I would continue. For years, I have been acting average to fit in. This has been a constant battle of who I am. I can remember back freshman year of high school, of me getting too comfortable in being myself. I began acing all of my test and people started to notice. I had teachers referring me to programs for “smart” people. I was being recognized as a scholar and did not want that label, so I had to slack off