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Unformatted text preview: Other African Americans began to tell me that I thought I was too good for them, which was definitely not the case. Because I attended private school in my elementary years, I did carry myself a little different than the typical African Americans. I had never really interacted with other African American children, besides my siblings and church family. I was told, by African American students, that I talk like a white girl, that I was stuck up, that all I hang around with is white people, and that I thought I was too smart to interact with them. While many may take these comments as compliments, I was really offended. I wanted nothing more than African American friends that could relate to. The African American students eventually adapted to me, and some of those people who did make fun of me for being the white, black girl were some of the best friends I had throughout junior high and high school....
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- Fall '11