So I brought my stalker note to english class and showed half the class because, who wouldn't! It was kind of creepy! Then the teacher told me I should read it out loud to the class. After that I had to hand back some papers. And guess who had the same initials and the exact same handwriting. Yeah. So the person was in my class. And heard me read said note to the class. Whoops. Haha oh well.
Being in a class dedicated to the idea of migration has really kept the idea of racism on the brain. In elementary school, the idea of racism was so defined to me, thinking people are better than others based solely on the color of their skin. It wasn't until middle school after reading many books that I realized racism wasn't jut as issue of black versus white, rather it applies to all cultures. In high school I was actually shocked to here racist statements from people I loved. All the sudden this issue became personal somewhat. (My favorite statement was from a little girl who said, it should be illegal for Mexicans to have babies. I guess I can't have kids then.) But it wasn't until last week when we did an activity in my public health class that I realized that I myself was being racist as well. Now, this is something I am not proud of. I'm very embarrassed actually and that activity was humbling. Why am I writing about this? Because, it's som...
Oh Kylee-That is a crazy note and a funny outcome that he was in your class. You are totally cool in my book.
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