Personal Narrative: Racism In High School

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I can’t pinpoint an exact time that I knew I was “White”, as it’s always been something that I have seen when looking in a mirror. My hometown is probably one of the least diverse towns in the country as I’ve only known of one African American family living there my whole life. Everyone that I went to school with was of the same ethnicity and it seemed very normal for us, which is why after attending UW-Madison, I became much more aware of the different ethnicities and the problems that come with them. In high school, we talked about racism in past tense as if it was on the verge of extinction, when really there acts of racism taking place millions of times every single day and it’s just as much of a problem now as it’s always been. I had never