Personal Narrative: The African-American Classroom

Improved Essays
As a child raised in a predominantly African-American neighborhood, my initial encounter with people from other backgrounds occurred when the school district started bussing kids across the city to largely populated white schools. While this experience took us out of our neighborhood schools, it provided an opportunity to meet students from other races, ethnicities, and religions which were different from me. Interacting with kids from various backgrounds helped me to be more open to different perspectives and not to prejudge.
Additionally, the church I grew up in was very strict. Although I still hold on to some of the beliefs and practices, such as treating others with dignity and respect. However, I have since let go of some of the

Related Documents

  • Decent Essays

    When I was in six grade, my PE coach made it clear to me that I wasn't alone, and I could accomplish anything I put the time and effort into. He was the football coach for Atascocita middle school. An African American in his late 20s, very friendly, and Guidable when it came to his students. On the first day of school as a new student with no knowledge of the language, I was extremely terrified to transform from speaking different language, and having a similar set of friends into an inexperienced world and dissimilar students who I had absolutely nothing in common with. Fortunately, I had my brother as a personal translator throughout the year.…

    • 385 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Decent Essays
  • Improved Essays

    I have spent a lot of time exploring what it means to be black in America and to be a woman. With a journalism career spanning 17+ years as a writer and editor, I established myself as a trusted music historian, cultural critic and impenetrable voice of my generation. I have interviewed Aretha Franklin, Chaka Khan, Common and numerous others while examining Hip Hop as a sociopolitical movement along with analyzing contemporary black culture and urban life for The Chicago Defender, HipHopDX, Soul Train and numerous other media outlets. After many years of living my dream, I became disgruntled and decided to pursue my life long goal to earn my college degree. I returned to Harold Washington College in my beloved hometown of Chicago and went…

    • 343 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    I was 10 years old. I looked from the edge of the mat, unaware about the endeavor I was about to take the moment my foot touched that mat. I finally decided to walk on, like they had taught me by bowing, it was the first of a near million times I was going to do this. I was a white belt, at the best taekwondo centers in the area. All the kids, stood to the side eerily silent, waiting for instructions.…

    • 628 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Decent Essays

    As a black christian teen in todays society I am already faced with challenges,stereotypes, and mis-judgements. To also add to that I'm a young lady. Those alone are enough for me to be over looked and disparaged. With all of these things already put on my back its up to me go above and beyond the already expected of me. Meaning I have to succeed not for just my family but for myself.…

    • 187 Words
    • 1 Pages
    Decent Essays
  • Decent Essays

    An elder black man let me in to his house. He had his older daughter visiting him. He traded one Cigar for the black scarf an ex boyfriend gave me for Charismas. He also traded me a Cincinnati Reds Baseball Card for The 80’s Greatest Rock Hits Cassette that was my favorite and only tape when I was young.…

    • 59 Words
    • 1 Pages
    Decent Essays
  • Great Essays

    As typical with most friendships, during the course of several conversations the subject of our childhoods aroused. To my surprise, mentions of my experiences growing up in a suburban New Jersey neighborhood produced incredulous gazes. Based on my descriptions, it was concluded that I grew up in “the Hood”. My friends were surprised that my personal conduct and philosophy did not overtly reflect my background in a manner they expected. “The Hood” is associated with all forms of disenfranchisement: poverty, violence, low employment, lack of public funds, and poor education systems.…

    • 1778 Words
    • 8 Pages
    Great Essays
  • Decent Essays

    I have lived in Alaska for over 20 years. During this time period, I have been a mother, a foster parent for special needs children, child care provider and a business owner. I had the ability to work and volunteer for several Alaska Native Conferences and activities. I am African American myself, and have participated in activities for African American youth such as, conferences, and Black history presentations.…

    • 68 Words
    • 1 Pages
    Decent Essays
  • Great Essays

    When I was little I lived in a very small town. A town so small that everyone knew everyone, we had two stop lights and a diner. The closest restaurant or department store was 30 plus minutes away. My fiancé grew up in grove city, He was one of the popular kids in school so he has a lot of friends who are of a different ethnicity.…

    • 1450 Words
    • 6 Pages
    Great Essays
  • Great Essays

    3:58 p.m. I’m sitting on my dark brown, leathered chair, watching an episode of Orange is The New Black, while Mark is walking around the apartment in a hastily manner. As Mark is walking a marathon in here, I notice that our apartment looks peculiarly similar to that of Joey and Chandler’s in the sitcom Friends. We have an entertainment center that takes up at least 27% of the room. We have a 40 inch flat-screen television.…

    • 1502 Words
    • 7 Pages
    Great Essays
  • Decent Essays

    Being an African American male I am often faced with adveristy. There are many things that I may not know or will never get the chance to experience because of my race. I often put myself around diverse people to unlock experiences and opporotunies that I would not had otherwise. I have stepped outside my comfort zone to explore many different religions and theories from those who believe in those particular religions or theories whole heartedly. I feel as if I can't get a full understanding of the meaning of life and the world with a closed mind.…

    • 241 Words
    • 1 Pages
    Decent Essays
  • Improved Essays

    “Black, male, I would say intellectual, curious, fun,” This was Brandon’s response when I asked him about his identity. I met Brandon in the Undergraduate Library here on campus at 9:30 on a Thursday night. Brandon was born in Canada to two Ghanaian parents but spent a good portion of this life in Wrightsville, Pennsylvania. This may have a lot to do with the way he responded to my question. Then I asked, “Would you consider yourself an American African” “Yes.…

    • 2121 Words
    • 9 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    The Dreaded Reading Class It was the first day of third grade. I jumped out of my moms car after kissing her on the cheek and hearing the routine “have a good day”. Jordy, my sister, and I walked in together reminiscing the previous years at Rising Star. Everyone was dressed in their favorite outfit to impress all their friends. Jordy and I fashioned our Limited Too dresses and sparkly back packs.…

    • 1321 Words
    • 6 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    Growing up in my small, rural town, I have always felt limited to the things I could do for the majority of my life. Growing up as the only African American in my entire school meant that I was always afraid to stand out and break the status quo. Although I was embraced by my peers, things such as my hair and skin tone were always harsh reminders that I was different, and I remember wishing every day that I could be the same as my friends. This dream of being the same lead to years of my true image withering and my culture being abandoned. Then one day, my view shifted.…

    • 250 Words
    • 1 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    I have felt many pressures, race is such a big problem among black people but as community can get over the hump of being pressured into a few stereotypes. From my own personal experience being a young black man growing up in many places of black being the majority such as Detroit, Chicago, New York I felt an amazing amount of comfort around these areas. Once I move down to La Vernia Texas, being enrolled into an all white school with a lot of Mexicans and the only black people could only fit on a bench in a hallway that we called “The Black Bench” in high school, I attended La Vernia school district for 7 years from 4th grade all the way to 10th grade in high school. My first encounter with this whole move, and experience this new…

    • 491 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    Growing up in African was difficult. I was there till I was 10 years old, moving from a different family member each year to find a place that would be suitable for me to be successful at school. I am not one of those kids that education came to easily, I used to hate going to school. I hated the fact that I was always the last person to get the right answer in class and that is if I did get the answer right at all. I hated the fact what I could never talk to my friends about how I was doing in school because I knew that they would just end up making fun of me if they really knew how badly I doing in school.…

    • 1132 Words
    • 5 Pages
    Improved Essays