Autobiography About Racism

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THURSDAY Thursdays are good days, as Friday and the weekend are right around the corner; before you know it, they will be there. Unfortunately, Thursdays still are a decent amount of time away from Saturday bliss. Thursdays metaphorically represent my 10-13 year-old self, a time of disgust and mental mind state change. I was ten years old when I began cheerleading for my school basketball team and competing in karate, as well as continuing competitive gymnastics. Being good at sports was a part of my identity. I was known for it and I lived by them. I was proud of myself and my ability to do whichever sports I desired. From doing sports I was able to develop new friends, as I had begun to realize that many of the “friends” I had in school doubled as bullies. At some point between sixth and eighth grade I was accused of being a lesbian. This is prominent in my memory as I was horrible confused and offended by such an accusation, even more so than being called racist for a situation that did not warrant such a response. Unlike racism, I was fully aware …show more content…

I imagine that subconsciously I was also excited about not having the belief that I was a lesbian carry over to high school. Additionally, my body was finally starting to mature in a way that represented my attitude. I remember that in middle school I was more interested in adult conversations between the teachers and my friend’s parents than I was with hanging out with people my own age. At school dances I would dance for a song or two, but the I would retreat to talking to adults for some time. I loved the wisdom and maturity of adults and longed for the days I would be one. Actually, my whole life seems to show the pattern of looking forward to whatever step is next in my life, even during the lowest point in my life I remain optimistic about the future despite a current pessimistic outlook on

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