littleonyx
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Joined: 9/10/2006 From: Austin Status: offline
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*sighs* I was the only black female at my elementary school, and only one out of four blacks total. Some kids were scared to talk to me because they thought I was going to go off on them and pull a gun or something. Some found me utterly fascinating, asking me questions about my hair, about how dark I get in the sun, and whatnot. Then, when I got to middle school, I found myself lost in a sea of mostly black students. I wasn't the individual chocolate girl anymore. And yet, I was called "oreo" and other such names--not by the white kids, but by the black ones. English was one of my favorite subjects; ergo, I checked my grammar constantly, and spoke as properly (not as snobby) as I could. That, and my mother didn't allow me to use certain words. Then came high school...a very nicely mixed ratio, but I was still teased about my proper speech. Well, after high school, I weighed my options on college. I started it off at a community college, and wondered where I would transfer to. I didn't want to go to an HBCU, as I was afraid they'd talk about me some more. Eventually I got over that, and wound up going. I wouldn't have changed a thing. Someone else brought up edoocashion, so I thought I'd throw in my two pennies (I swear, I thought that said "penises" when I first looked back at it) on this one. Well wishes, little onyx
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onyx [ˈoniks] noun a type of precious stone with layers of different colours
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