Remember the Champions - Original Writing

Remember the Champions - Original Writing

"Sit at the back," said the bus driver. He was white; being black I

had to sit at the back. As I was walking down the aisle to the back

seat, I stumbled, and with a loud thump, I fell flat on my face, and

the passengers burst out laughing. I looked back and saw a white

student's leg spread across the aisle. It was my first year in

college, and it had already started like this. I helped myself up and

sat in the back seat. "Don't worry they always do that, just don't pay

any attention to them, and watch yourself, it's dangerous with all

these whites." "Tom Robinson nice to meet you" "Will Houston" I said

shaking hands with Tom. I told how this was my first in America, and

that I was originally from Africa. On the way the whites sitting in

the front kept insulting me and the others sitting at the back. I felt

like going over there and hitting that guy, but Tom held me down. I

then realized that none of us could do anything towards the whites and

what they were saying because they were the majority. I felt really

insulted by what they said; back in Africa none of that would have

happened we were all black and we were all friends.

We finally arrived, the college was huge - I had never seen anything

like it before. It was enormous and it was filled with students, who

were mostly white. School went on normally, expect for the insults I

kept on hearing, and they called me 'nigger' for the first time. I

really felt bad, but I couldn't do anything. School finally ended, and

I went to the bus, this time I looked out for any obstacle in my way

as I was walking to the back seat. When I arrived at my home, my

father greeted me warmly and asked me how my first day was. I didn't

want to worry my dad so I didn't tell him anything, but from the look