My first real experience with my identity began when I was in elementary school. I was an average kid; I liked to play sports and watch TV everyday. I grew up in private schools in Brighton that were what you would typically expect—a strict dress code, mass every Friday, and authoritative teachers. In my …show more content…
Being Asian, I was bound to endure frequent bullying that did not help my sense of belonging. I was made fun of for having squinty eyes, having “yellow” skin, and for being different from the rest of the students who were mostly white. Even the two black kids in my class made fun of me even though we all share in our common struggle against racism. I was marginalized for being different although the only thing different about me was the way I looked. I felt like the “bastard” that the protagonist of the novel considered himself to be because of his impure blood. He was denied a sense of belonging because he was different as well. We both felt the sting of being