i love the sense of community in the classroom when you all know you failed the test
Those people who constantly reblog your stuff but you never really talk:
scared shitless and having various panic attacks
I’m biracial (Puerto Rican and exotic white bread), and I spent my formative years growing up with my white family, however I have a very Hispanic last name. I went to a private school through elementary and middle school, which I did very well in, until I moved on to high school; which is when I switched over to the public school system in my town. My hometown was fairly impoverished and was pretty much divided between a half white and half Hispanic (usually Puerto Rican) population. At my high school, it was extremely common for the Hispanic kids to be in lower level English classes, while white kids were predominantly placed in the honors courses. I applied for my classes through a mail in system and requested mostly honors level courses for all of my subjects, including my English class. Later in the summer, when I received my final schedule in the mail, all of my classes were correct except for one. Instead of being placed in the honors level English class that I had applied for, I had been placed in an ESOL class, which stood for English as a Second Language. Obviously, this was a mistake that needed to be corrected. When my mother and I went into the school to inquire as to why my placement had been changed and to get me sorted into the correct course, it turns out that someone had seen my last name and assumed that because it looked Hispanic I couldn’t possibly be good enough at English to be in an honors level course and I must have selected it by accident. Therefore, they placed me in the ESOL class. I was quite surprised and offended by this. I can even remember saying “Just because I have a Spanish last name doesn’t mean I can’t speak English!” Upon my complaint and demonstration of accurate English I was immediately placed into the correct course. However, for a long time it made me feel ashamed to be Hispanic. As if Hispanic people were somehow lower and more stupid than white people; which I now find ridiculous and also ironic considering that the Hispanic side of my family has more degrees and college educated members than my white family. Though I can usually pass off as a white person most of the time, I can still see and have been affected by the racial boundaries in this country, just not severely.
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