“Deanna. Report card conferences are tomorrow. Am I going to like what I see?”
“... Sure mom.”
“Deanna.” My mother gave me a stern look, as if to say “This is serious, young lady. I expect better from you.” In truth, I was not doing well with my classes. Lately I have been neglecting assignments and, right now, I was sitting on three Cs in Math, English, and French this marking period. It wasn’t that I found the material difficult; it was more that I was too preoccupied with something else, something more important than some honor written on some paper. “Aah, why bother, anyways. You know those teachers hate it when I act like a know-it-all. Besides, at the rate things are going, I have a better chance of being shot dead by the police tomorrow …show more content…
My mother sighed, and reluctantly went to pick up the phone. “... I have to take this. Deanna, go to your room. You have an essay due tomorrow and I expect to see you working on it up there, young lady.” I went upstairs to my room while she busily chattered on the phone. Plopping myself down on the bed, I opened my laptop and logged on to my Tumblr blog. I was greeted with a bright red bubble above my inbox, which I decided to put off and check at another time. I began slowly scrolling through my feed.
Most people tend to think of Tumblr as this social media where weirdos gather to waste their lives away and post pretty pictures all day, but that’s only half true. I mean, there probably exists this side of Tumblr somewhere in the dark corners of the Internet, and it’s unfortunate that this is the most prominent side, but that’s certainly not what I use it for.
I myself used it to post and keep myself updated on the #BlackLivesMatter hashtag. With the majority of us in Detroit being black, it wasn’t like I was oblivious to what was going on. But it was nevertheless comforting, to see at least these other people, often from across the country or even from other parts of the world, who cared and …show more content…
Really. She has enough on her hands already. I know how hard she has to work to support the both of us, being a single mother and all. She just wants what’s best for me. But what are we going to do? What do I do? I’m past the point of naiveté where I can pretend everything will work out fine if I just try hard enough. That’s just unfortunately not the reality of this country, with its deep-rooted prejudice and systematic racism. I know that’s not how she wants me to see things though. But how can I just keep ignoring that and pretend I belong in some pretentious school like Harvard? I don’t know… It’s just… not
“... Sure mom.”
“Deanna.” My mother gave me a stern look, as if to say “This is serious, young lady. I expect better from you.” In truth, I was not doing well with my classes. Lately I have been neglecting assignments and, right now, I was sitting on three Cs in Math, English, and French this marking period. It wasn’t that I found the material difficult; it was more that I was too preoccupied with something else, something more important than some honor written on some paper. “Aah, why bother, anyways. You know those teachers hate it when I act like a know-it-all. Besides, at the rate things are going, I have a better chance of being shot dead by the police tomorrow …show more content…
My mother sighed, and reluctantly went to pick up the phone. “... I have to take this. Deanna, go to your room. You have an essay due tomorrow and I expect to see you working on it up there, young lady.” I went upstairs to my room while she busily chattered on the phone. Plopping myself down on the bed, I opened my laptop and logged on to my Tumblr blog. I was greeted with a bright red bubble above my inbox, which I decided to put off and check at another time. I began slowly scrolling through my feed.
Most people tend to think of Tumblr as this social media where weirdos gather to waste their lives away and post pretty pictures all day, but that’s only half true. I mean, there probably exists this side of Tumblr somewhere in the dark corners of the Internet, and it’s unfortunate that this is the most prominent side, but that’s certainly not what I use it for.
I myself used it to post and keep myself updated on the #BlackLivesMatter hashtag. With the majority of us in Detroit being black, it wasn’t like I was oblivious to what was going on. But it was nevertheless comforting, to see at least these other people, often from across the country or even from other parts of the world, who cared and …show more content…
Really. She has enough on her hands already. I know how hard she has to work to support the both of us, being a single mother and all. She just wants what’s best for me. But what are we going to do? What do I do? I’m past the point of naiveté where I can pretend everything will work out fine if I just try hard enough. That’s just unfortunately not the reality of this country, with its deep-rooted prejudice and systematic racism. I know that’s not how she wants me to see things though. But how can I just keep ignoring that and pretend I belong in some pretentious school like Harvard? I don’t know… It’s just… not