I'm glad i'm another different face among the many in the classroom. Twenty five students and they all come from a variety of different racial backgrounds. I have always been that type of person who likes to see difference. Sitting there I saw many different faces staring back at me probably thinking "she is young." It was a classroom where you could see many different nationalities come together as one. They are all here under one roof, under the responsibility of one person...under one singular curriculum. This classroom which represents the reality of the many classrooms across the United States of America. A majority of classrooms across the states inevitably filled with students from different races and backgrounds; it is truly what we are made up of. Different shades of skin color, different eyes looking back at you, different languages...different people who all contribute to the cause that is American education.
Central High school or one of the many urban high schools are the perfect place to feel swarmed by a wave of different nationalities. An urban classroom is like a bag full of different flavors of candy...all wrapped differently and all different flavors. I love this classroom, the one that allows me to experience what it means to see the different racial experiences on a daily basis. The classroom where I can teach the many backgrounds that make up society outside classroom walls. The classroom I can learn from in many different ways enriching my own experience through this life. A classroom that for one is not singular, which is not mostly made up of this or that. Rather it is one which is perfect because of all the different faces that make up this small society of young people...the same that stare back at me.
"We allow our ignorance to prevail upon us and make us think we can survive alone, alone in patches, alone in groups, alone in races, even alone in genders." -Maya Angelou
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