Personal Narrative: Predominally White School

The worker contacted Misty Black who is a friend of Brittany Hardin. Mrs. Black stated “Brittany was in a situation where her ex (well she told me they were already broken up at the time) had assaulted her. Brittany had called me after Ronita Grady had hit her so I immediately called the police and made my way to Brittany. When I arrived the OCPD were already there speaking to Brittany. The officers also spoke to me and I told him I was the one who called them. After the police left Brittany and the boys stayed with me for a couple days because Brittany was still shaken up. The boys all seemed okay, I don’t think they really knew what had just happened. Brittany thanked me for helping her, because at the time we weren’t really speaking to

The language that Coates uses engulfs the reader into his thoughts by using vivid descriptions and actions. As he reveals his thoughts and concerns for his son, we are placed in the mist of his fear and experiences. Although he is able to paint his world for us, he also allows us to contemplate and interpret some of the meanings behind his words. Much as if we, ourselves were developing the thoughts and ideas behind his points of view. In this sense, he is telling the reader what to think while allowing them to process the information he has presented. Even though his ideas are drawn from personal experience and may have no factual backing, the mere contemplation of its correlation or being given some truth to the statement. Additionally, a tone is set throughout the article, his language not only captures the mind but emotions. His descriptive language intensifies when he

Students in high school have a very difficult time depicting the college or university of their choice whether there are going to attend a Historical Black College or University, Predominantly White School? As a future educator, I made a commendable choice to attend an HBCU because they are still needed today for successful individuals. Although some African- Americans forget the journey that our ancestors had to go through so we as African-American can have a better education from an accredited college or university. During the time period of slavery many African- Americans could not attend a PWI school because the color of their skin. In addition, that why I think HBCU’s are still needed today. Also many HBCU’s have very strong history behind their schools. South Carolina State University is a very distinguished supportive and studious HBCU, no matter how the media may criticize this college there are still lessons being taught day to day lives.

From Kindergarten up to my sophomore year of High School I attended a private school. My elementary school and high school were slightly diverse. The majority of the student body was Caucasian and the rest were made up of several other races. My school environment was very structured and controlled. I had some great teachers and one or two bad teachers. Around fifth grade I started to notice the way teachers perceived me and the challenges I would deal with due to the color of my skin. There were

Being a Redkin at Chowchilla Union High School was full of great memories with even greater people. All four years at this school were amazing, but senior year was my favorite. When senior year first started I was playing tennis with a team that had a lot of potential. It was my second year playing as the number one singles and at the number one doubles spot with my partner Amy. While season was in progress homecoming was coming up and I was nominated to run for homecoming queen. On the big game day I wore an aqua dress, everyone said I looked like The Little Mermaid, the sprinklers even shot out behind me. I was nervous as well as all the other nominees. After Cooper Seals got called and crowned homecoming queen they announced my name. I

When I started Unity High School I felt a little nervous because I didn't knew nobody in the school. In the begging of the first class I was quit and I didn´t talk to noone. I also didn't knew nobody in the class so I could tell them if they could help me on the problem that I need help. I was shy to talk to the teachers and and answer question or ask them for help when I needed help. During lunch time I just knew one person that came from my middle school. So I just hand out with him most the time. But, then weeks and months past I began to have more friends and I was not shy or nervous to ask for help in class. I wanted to join the soccer team of the school but I was to nervous to do it. But, now I know that I´m going to join the soccer team

I decided to attend North Carolina Agricultural and Technical State University because I wanted a HBCU experience. For most my life, I was surrounded by diversity. The schools I attended had a healthy balance of students from all races. Even though that was good I wanted a change of environment. Throughout high school I was taught the bare minimum of black history. Each year, the great deeds of Martin Luther King Jr., Harriet Tubman, and Rosa Parks were drilled into my head. When I toured A&T they provided me with information on black history that I was not even aware of. After the tour, I made my decision to attend A&T and gain more knowledge. When I came to college the biggest challenge I faced was time management.

I don 't remember how I wound up in Mary Donlon [residence hall], but that was a horrible experience my freshman year. That was the first time I 'd lived with White people, lived with White women, young women, and it was just an awful experience. Culturally we are so different... not that I disliked any of my White classmates or White people or White professors. I didn 't really relate to them very much. In fact, I don 't even remember most of them at this point.

I went to a predominately black high school in South Phoenix Arizona for my freshman and sophomore

Students in high school have a very difficult time depicting the college or university of their choice whether there are going to attend a Historical Black College or University, Predominantly White School? As a future educator, I made a commendable choice to attend an HBCU because they are still needed today for successful individuals. Although some African- Americans forget the journey that our ancestors had to go through so we as African-American can have a better education from an accredited college or university. During the time period of slavery many African- Americans could not attend a PWI school because the color of their skin. In addition, that why I think HBCU’s are still needed today. Also many HBCU’s have very strong history behind their schools. South Carolina State University is a very distinguished supportive and studious HBCU, no matter how the media may criticize this college there are still lessons being taught day to day lives.

Attending a Historically Black College and University is something I have never imagined, by reason of living in a world where competition is a standard. Growing up during my childlike years I have attended schools where instructors would not take the time to avail you because they are brought under the impression that everyone is on that same level of knowledge. All my life I was stationed in an educational environment where the majority of students were predominantly white. Therefore, making an effort to be driven has guided me where I am today since contention was at an all-time high. At first, I wanted to attend a predominantly white institution as I formulated my college choice. I have always had to compete against everybody, and I knew that my success would derive from my emulation. Virginia Union University was a college I decided on instead because I sought to be in an environment surrounded by people, who are uplifting and exhilarating,

When my mother decided to quit her accounting job to homeschool me (and the other future siblings that were not in existence at this point) it was hard. Being a homeschooled black family was even more isolating since it was rare to find another black family that homeschooled. At this point in our lives, she had never been surrounded with diversity so stepping outside of her comfort zone and joining an all-white homeschooled group was a brave step. But little did she know that her hopes of a positive experience would be crushed due to prejudice. I was too young to recognize all of the prejudice that the other moms held against her, but I can only accept it as a bigoted reality that some may choose to live in.

“Get out of my car,” said my mom with a smile. Wearing an unnecessarily large backpack and reveling in the significance of the moment, I caught my reflection in the window: a young, slender boy with dark skin from my father, almond-shaped eyes from my mother, and a big smile all my own. I had a little hop in my step, pleased with what I saw. It was my first day at Thomas Jefferson High School for Science and Technology (TJ).

It was a day like all others, wake up have breakfast and walk to school, “I’m tired of this mom”, “i’m sorry Hon but we can't do nothing about it” she answered, so i got smart and decided to argue with my mom, from my house to the school is 8 miles there is a white school 3 blocks from my house but they don’t want us to go there. It takes me about 9 minutes to run a mile, it takes me about 1 hour or more to get to school, the other problem is we have 400 kids in a school meant to serve 180, it is ridiculous but then again there is nothing we can do about it, when i got to school there were 3 men in suits talking to the principal, i know it was none of my business but i decided to go ask what was going on, “we are looking for people who want

It was a foggy day around my neighborhood so I thought it wasn’t a good idea to go out.The paper boy threw a newspaper in front of my house so I went out to get it.I see some white boys in a truck in the distance they have something in there hand, they get closer and I see they have rocks in their hand I run home while they were bombarding me with rocks.I made home and I'm bleeding from my head, I clean myself up and I see it left a gash on my head.I went downstairs and heard the phone ring up stairs I pick up the phone and find out that I have been accepted in an all white school, the first thing I hope for is that those white boys are not at that school to.