Personal Narrative-Class Analysis

Ten years ago during late January, in my 5th grade class I was discriminated against by my classmates. This moment in my life I learned a life lesson that will always embedded in my brain.
That bright, sunny morning as I walked into the classroom filled with all my friends, the teacher handed out laminated necklaces with circles on them. She selected only a few students who would wear these necklaces for the activity of the day; I was one of them. At first the day went on as usual with all of us unpacking and getting into our seats. Before we could continue our daily routines, the teacher separated the class in two; one side with the circles and the other side were the non-circles. I noticed that not a person in sight would associate with the kids wearing the circles; we were the kids who had the cooties that nobody wanted to come in contact with. My friends wouldn’t even look my way; I was practically invisible to them. When we went to lunch the teacher handed out double,
I was able to engage with my friends and belong. This activity that we did in my elementary school opened my eyes to discrimination and to paraphrase Martin Luther King it helped me: “not to judge by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.” I come from a family with different cultural and ethnic backgrounds so I never really felt different or left out until that morning at school. I am so grateful for being able to experience discrimination because I learned that it’s never ok to make someone feel less than a person based on what they wear, or what they look like, and especially not their color of their skin. This activity gave me a different outlook in life and although it will never compare to what happened during the civil rights movement; I can conclude that people who discriminate are small minded and are often intimidated by a certain group they discriminate