In elementary, I decided at school that I would go by the name my family calls me…Becky. This was the nickname I’m called because of my middle name. This name assisted in me also being called “white” as well. If you remember reading A Type of Different Pt.1″acting like a white girl”, I explain how
Catching the bus to and from school, was still new to me. I can’t remember if the movie Forrest Gump had come out yet, but walking on the bus, I would always have the “You can’t sit here…this seat is taken” experience. Where no one wants to make eye contact for fear you would try to sit next to them.
So yeah, I was different because I had been exposed and not exposed to many different things. The lives of my classmates were different from mine, so we were all different from each other. But why were my differences being called out?
