Like William Raspberry, I think stereotypes limit us from performing at our full potential. Throughout middle school, I was labeled as academically perfect by my peers. In sixth grade, I had many classes with a boy called Zach, who tended to slack off during school. Every day, he would ask for the answers to our homework. He asked questions about linear graphs, the rock cycle, and the worst of all, where Kyrgyzstan is. Whenever I told him I didn't know, he would criticize me and say I wronged my ancestors. When I got a B on a world map test, he told me I was not being Asian and should get beat by my elders back in Korea -- wherever that is. At the time, I didn't know his words would affect me significantly. Now, after looking back, I realize
