Personal Narrative-Stereotypes In High School

I sat at the table, surrounded by people, and yet still alone. I looked up from my lunch, and met the sneer of the boy across from me with a smile. No, I was not eating dog vomit, but thank you for asking. I wasn’t sure how the food had any sort of resemblance to my face, but everyone else seems to agree. Turning away, I continued to eat, alone. “It was nice of them to give me the whole bench to myself,” I thought. I finished my lunch, and pondered the “miracle” of my defying the inverse relationship of body fat to “kung fu practice”. Panda style kung-fu wasn’t actually a thing. I knew because I had looked it up on the internet. I picked up my belongings, decided then that my jacket looked better with the new rip in it, and walked back to class, alone. I didn’t know that the other children were making fun of me, it was just another part of school. I never resented the bullies, nor do I believe they truly resented me. In hindsight, they were most likely driven by their own curiosities. I was the only Asian in the entire homeschooling supplement, and was always treated with a mixture of fascination and disgust. Everyday they would torment me, and everyday I would smile in silence. It soon became clear to me that the only way I would ever get their respect was if I was to earn it. Everyday, I told myself …show more content…
I’ve long since left that school, and all the students that were in it. I’ve learned more about the world, and about myself along the way, yet I still can’t end my obsession with people. Racism, bullying, starvation, real problems are being left unsolved in today’s world. Everyday, I see those who are suffering, and everyday I tell myself something must be done. That’s why I tackle small problems everyday, to push myself to the point where I will be able to help a world that bullies, starves, and degrades those living in it. Because if we all work together, we can solve these problems, and we won’t ever again have to feel