In my 9th-grade algebra class, we had to work in groups to prepare for the upcoming Unit two function test. As names were called out, I patiently waited to hear my name. Mr.Shed said, “ Elieth you work with Rosie.” Gathering my stuff to go work with her Rosie looked at the color of my skin with a disgusted look on her face and whispered Ugh why do I have to work with someone of a dirty race.” I felt outcasted from the use of her words. All I could do was sit there shocked. I felt as if my body was paralyzed not being able to defend myself or my character. Even though she had not physically hurt me she hurt my identity feeling like I was less of …show more content…
Being exposed to this situation again I could not hold back this time. On a Tuesday my friends and I organized a picnic at the park to catch up. Upon my arrival, everything was set up and the only thing missing is my one of a kind Pb and j. Meanwhile, we are all having fun and catching up until we see this group walking up to us with the most malicious looks on their faces. I was scared of the unknown of what they wanted. I was wrong all they wanted was to terrorize me due to my Guatemala typical clothing. The main guy was wearing a white t-shirt with blue jeans and sneakers, and he pointed at me smirking at the color of my skin, “Guys look we have encountered a wetback” all his friends just burst out in laughter. As the words flowed out his mouth, all I could think of was the first experience. All I see is my friends look at me with apologetic looks. I knew I could not let this happen again. My face raged with anger, but I knew I could not stick down to their level. I told myself I had to kill them with kindness. Looking at them, I start laughing confused stares from them and my friends. I told them if they want to join us for a picnic to learn more about Hispanic culture and that we are not all Mexican. As I say that I am not Mexican and that I am from Guatemala