I was bussed. I was scarred.

Andrea Stewart,
Brooklyn, NY.

When I was in third grade I was bussed from the predominantly white side of town to the predominantly black side of town for elementary school. I had had black friends in my former school, but the new school was mostly black and I had a black teacher. For once I was in the minority. Unfortunately, my teacher made a point of letting me know that OFTEN. I was no one special to her. In fact on Valentine’s Day she gave candy to everyone in the class but me. That and other incidences with her made that the worst year of my education, when it could have been an enlightening year. She scarred me.


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