Growing up in a mainly white neighborhood and going to a prominently white school was really hard being black. I never said anything about it to my family because I have never been good at expressing my feelings, but it would sometimes really bother me. In class when we talked about things dealing with race like the Civil War, everyone would always look at me with a weird look in their eyes like they were both judging and pitying me. It always made me feel like I was on the outside and missing out on some bigger thing. I felt alone.