lalenaskye
Jan 2, 2013
Undergraduate / America had blacs with a few white people; Brown Common App [4]
As a child, I was sure of three things: my parents loved me, my sister and I threw the best Barbie Doll weddings, and America was black. Just as China had Chinese people, and Canada had Canadians, America had blacks with a couple of whites. I could not have been any more incorrect.
I knew this because I grew up in Prince Georges County, Maryland, a predominately black suburbinof the nation's capital. A place where the diversity inof my elementary girlschoolcomprisedincluded one white girl and the rest of the school was black? seems unclear , where those who were not black still had a deep understanding of the race black culture and traditions? maybe say that instead , and where black history month is every month. There have been times when I have questioned the presence of a white person walking in my neighborhood. "What could you possibly be doing here?" While living here has allowed me to have an intimate understanding of the complexities of black Americans and given me a comfort in being a black woman, it has also disillusioned me to the color of the world.
My mother always told me the world was not black; that Prince Georges County was abnormal. And I understood what she told me intellectually, but I did not quite understand emotionally. Maybe try: While I could understand what she told me on an intellectual level, I couldn't quite make sense of it emotionally.However, This emotional understanding came later in my life.
Walking withthe quickstep I use solely for fooda skip in my step saved only for the certain consumption (don't like that word but synonyms) of food , I paced towards Chipotle looking forward to the chicken burrito that would soon be in my hands. My family and I were stopping for lunch in Arizona as we traveled back from visiting family. As I entered the restaurant and stood in line, I noticed that I was the only black person in the building. Scanning the room, I saw a little girl staring blankly at me as if I did not belong in the line . I had become the lone out of place? white person walking indown my neighborhood streets in Prince Georges County. There standing in line, completing an everyday, basic actionsatisfying the simple, everyday craving for a burrito , I suddenly felt uncomfortable and awkward with myself. I realized quite suddenly that the world was not black and I was the minority.
Over the years, I havebecome okaycome to terms with this realization, I even find it exhilarating. The world not being black only means there is more opportunities for exploration; more people to meet, more cultures to learn about, more food to eat. All this and more, waiting for me to discover.
I like it, I think that if word count allots, you could add examples into your conclusion though
As a child, I was sure of three things: my parents loved me, my sister and I threw the best Barbie Doll weddings, and America was black. Just as China had Chinese people, and Canada had Canadians, America had blacks with a couple of whites. I could not have been any more incorrect.
I knew this because I grew up in Prince Georges County, Maryland, a predominately black suburb
My mother always told me the world was not black; that Prince Georges County was abnormal. And I understood what she told me intellectually, but I did not quite understand emotionally. Maybe try: While I could understand what she told me on an intellectual level, I couldn't quite make sense of it emotionally.However, This emotional understanding came later in my life.
Walking with
Over the years, I have
I like it, I think that if word count allots, you could add examples into your conclusion though