Personal Narrative: The Seesaw Effect

The Seesaw Effect

Wow! This is really interesting but it feels like ten narratives aahha. I think that so many parts are really good and powerful, but it may be stronger if you choose one or two to focus on. This reads more like a chapter in a book than a personal narrative because theres so much going on. I think its really interesting though and it has some really awesome ideas.

As we ran in efforts to catch up the light on eighth avenue—the light that separated us from Popeyes—she casually said, “Can we take our food to go?”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because…last time we were there, I was, you know…” She looked away from me and into the distance, as if she was searching for the words that I was about to say to her. I gave her a quick
Going into it, I didn’t realize how hard it would be—I took tap, ballet, and jazz classes from the age of 4, I liked Hannah Montana, and had no resentment towards white people. I also hated and still hate watermelon. The biggest difference between myself and my classmates wasn't our differing interests and opinions, but rather the fact that none of mine were publicly known. If they were, I’d be seen as even more white, which was the last thing that I wanted—I’m
I started to listen to Electronic Dance Music, even though I was told by my old classmate that my love for Maroon 5 was already “too white”—clearly, it wasn’t enough. In eighth grade, I asked my mom if I could start to get my hair straightened so that people wouldn’t make comments about my braids. I tried my best to change both my outside and inside so that I wasn’t seen as “too black” and I could try my best to avoid prejudice. However, no matter what, my skin is still black, and the prejudice begins