Personal Narrative: Racism In Middle School

Hmm where should I begin? maybe with the time I experienced racism and classism, when I was in middle school. I heard a drip in the wall, trying to irrigored it but the noise got louder and louder with each drip, I got nervous. My mom rushed out of her room to question me about what was going on. Thud thud thud was a completely different sound than what I became familiar with. It was the door, my mom and I were a little afraid, because we never heard this before. There were three white fire fighters at the door. the tallest one there looked into my mother's eyes with such distain, he didn't get what he expected a middle age white woman with a child. But instead he was greeted by my mother. I was born in Lenox Hill Hospital, July 28th 1994.

I believe that everyone is it individual but because of the society we are in we have to fill that we have to promote the stereotypes but for us to keep his ideas of who we are supposed to be in their eyes. It's something because I was tall for my age for example and I was black I had to be able to play basketball at volleyball. Sometimes I would feel uncomfortable saying yes that's what I play because I know that they probably assume this because they assume that all tall people play sports or if you because you're black you have to play a sport because if you don't does that make me any less black? Or for the fact that I was raised around mostly white people and went to the predominately white schools people assume that's the only reason why am able to speak as clearly and intelligently as possible and highly doubt that I am able to speak Ebonics. or whatever slang that is popular in American dialect. But things like that shape the way in which I conduct myself because the color of my skin tone the way in which I carry myself whether I'm in academic environment , professional environment in front of friends are family. With each of these groups there is a seemingly seamless changing hats to match the area.

I will say my name is Danielle Pendarvis i'll give the generic answer I am a student, I am a daughter, I'm a friend even a best friend, I am someones perceptions of who I am. I am what I aspire to be and lastly I am seen as what other see the color of my skin to do to me as a person, I am just whatever the negative connotation, But you know what I don't let those last statements define who I am, I don't take ownership of that because I know that I'm not that. I am my weaknesses and I am my strengths, I am what God allows me to be, I am his child, I am the color he wanted me to be, I'm the race he wanted me to be, I'm in the class in American society where he seen fit for me. I realized that I lived my younger life living for myself and the hidden expectations that as I walked outside or was in