My parents would brag to friends and coworkers about my academic achievement.
My parents would brag to friends and coworkers about my academic achievement.
Teachers are the gatekeepers.
Each year got substantially worse than the last.
I just wanted a couple fucking tissues from a box that she falsely claimed as her own
I still have my moments where I wish it were more Type 3 and less Type 4.
I was aiming to be a more respectable negro. My tragic flaw being that I hate wearing formal or business attire.
"one extreme or another"
It was my first time realizing that teachers were fallible.
It’s not the birds and the bees talk
It was like breathing through a caprisun straw.
My explicit job as a child was to do good in school.
A lot needed to be done to my hair in order to be acceptable.
Pilgrims and Native Americans.
But it was the first time I became consciously aware...
I wrote about a lot in that Gryffindor colored, marble patterned book.