I still remember being the “new kid” even though in kindergarten we were all “new kids”, at least I thought that was how it worked. Almost everyone already knew each other. Most of these kids lived near each other, were on dance and t-ball teams together, or their parents were childhood friends. I on the other hand, I was an outcast. I still remember trying to make friends with kids who had already established friends. I eventually made friends but, in third grade those friends changed. Kids saw me as different. What was a half Mexican girl doing in a private school full of farmer’s kids? I guess third grade is when kids start to pick up on what makes them different from others. This is when my race came into play. By third grade I was top in my class, I made straight A’s and my parents rewarded me with trendy clothing and everything that could make a little 9 year old happy. To me, other kids seemed to be jealous. I distinctly remember arguing with a fellow …show more content…
I was left out of a lot of group activities, over the course of eight years I only got invited to a handful of birthday parties, and I didn't really have anyone I could call a friend. Seventh grade was my last year at Hobgood Academy, I'm sure no ever really missed me. My parents put in an application at Bear Grass Charter. I didn't get accepted at first and was waitlisted but, two weeks before school started, I got a call saying I was accepted. I was slightly anxious but also very excited. I was finally able to put Hobgood Academy behind me and start