6th grade. my teacher was about as pro-black as u can possibly get. every month was black history month. she hated me cause i was a white latino. i never even heard us being separated as black or white latinos until she said it. her MO was teaching racial pride to all the black kids and the darker toned latinos in the class, but she used to kind of overcompensate and always pick on the white latinos. me and this other kid named miguel who was a white puerto rican were her whipping boys. whenever she spoke about racism u could hear the anger in her voice and kind of feel the looks she would give us. i dont blame her for being angry but goddamn bytch we were 12 years old
one time i got into a fight with a black kid and i beat the shyt out of him. she said neither of us could go on the senior trip for fighting, but then i find out she told him he could go on the low. when i found out, it was too late to do anything. i was the only one in our class to miss our senior trip to DC
