Being A Black Woman Of The Principal 's Office

758 WordsNov 22, 20154 Pages
When I was in middle school, I used to joke about living in the principal’s office. There was not a week that went by where I was not put out of class because of “my mouth”. I would leave with my head held low, frustrated, referral in hand. I can still picture those frequent journeys, passing staff members on the way who’d often ask me if I was on my way to “my homeroom”—the main office. “That mouth is going to get you in trouble!” In those days, I could never comprehend how my actions warranted my removal. I was raised by a successful Black single mother who taught me at an early age what it meant to be a Black woman in today’s American society. The daughter of sharecroppers from Mississippi, education was always important to my mother. My grandparents worked hard to make sure she could receive the education they could not and in turn, my mother stopped at nothing to make sure my brother and I had the best educational experiences possible. She always encouraged me to use my voice, to ask questions and to stand up for myself. The middle school I went to was majority minority, mostly Black and Latino, but my Gifted and Talented classes were nearly all White. Having experienced microaggressions and in some cases blatant racism throughout her career, my mother quickly figured out she had to work that much harder being Black and female. She would constantly tell me to “be quicker, be slicker, be smarter”—essentially meaning to stay on your toes and two steps ahead of
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