Race
Many people do not realize who or what they are until they are told so or something big happens in their lives. It was the same in my case. I grew up in a very diverse family. My mom is of white descent and my dad is of black descent. Growing up, I never really looked at what race I was and what race other people were. I kind of had a block on color, which is probably good in some ways and bad in other ways. I never thought of myself as biracial until much later on in my life. I just thought I was Michelle and that was that. I was born in Michigan and since my dad was in the military, we moved to Puerto Rico and then to Louisiana. Louisiana was when I had my big shock. It was when I got into fourth grade. My teacher’s name was Mrs. Fouche. She was a pretty nice teacher overall, but a little nutty. One day in class, before it was lunch, Mrs. Fouche had asked me to see her before lunch started. I started freaking out, ‘What did I do? Did I do som
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Approximate Word count = 651
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)
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