Memories

These are memories from when I was a kid. These are through my brown eyes as a brown girl. I was new to North America. I was bullied a lot at school by other kids. I had a racist Math teacher and a racist school bus driver. The school bus driver would only wish Good Morning to the white kids. He would not stop the bus for me if he saw me running a few feet away, but stop for the white kids. The Math teacher was very mean to me. The Health teacher told another brown girl (friend of mine to this day), "Drugs are bad. Brown people do drugs." I was a little different back then. I made mistakes like calling an eraser a rubber. In American English, that means condoms. I was using British English. No wonder the kids distanced themselves from me thinking that I am going around asking for condoms when I am just actually asking for an eraser. I used words like mug instead of memorize. Kids made fun of my homemade school lunch because it was not what they were familiar with.

It is really hard for new immigrant kids in school. I am now close to 40 years old.

Despite everything that I have faced (racism included), I still remain loyal to my country.

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Suzzie Other June 16, 2025 at 7:44 pm 0 0