Then in sixth grade, I moved to Norfolk, Virginia. Norfolk has a large African-American community and I was excited to have friends that looked like me. However, when I was around the black kids in my school I never felt like I belonged. They didn’t do activities I enjoyed and I often times didn’t know the celebrity they talked about. We had completely different personalities. After multiple instances of being called white-washed or an ‘oreo,’ I tried to force myself to fully embody the stereotype of a black girl at my school to find friends. …show more content…
Unfortunately, the popular black kids at my school weren’t notorious for good grades. In my attempts to be accepted, I started to pretend to not care about my grades either. Although I still wanted straight A’s I would pretend that I didn’t do my homework, or that I didn’t study or care about an upcoming