People are getting hurt, and just because it’s not happeningto you doesn’t mean it’s not happening.
A good explanation to people who do not understand what happens in this world.
People are getting hurt, and just because it’s not happeningto you doesn’t mean it’s not happening.
A good explanation to people who do not understand what happens in this world.
I became a chameleon. My color didn’t change, but I could change yourperception of my color. If you spoke to me in Zulu, I replied to you in Zulu. If youspoke to me in Tswana, I replied to you in Tswana. Maybe I didn’t look like you,but if I spoke like you, I was you.
Title Drop, clearer summary of what the purpose of the story is.
But we were all justchocolate
Just like " we all bleed the same color, we are all humans"
The house on Makhalima Street. At the corner you’ll see alight-skinned boy. Take a right there
My assumption was right.
My grandmother treated me like I was white.
Based on what I have learned in my history class, I will assume the narrator is mixed on this sentence. Anyone else than pure blooded European were still "black".
I wasn’t interested in changing mygrandmother’s perspective, because that would mean I’d get beaten, too. Whywould I do that?
The narrator is aware of how unfair it is and takes advantage of it.
I’m scared I’m going to break him
She did not hesitate one bit to hit the other children but panics and overthinks about the possibilities when she hits a white child.
Because I don’t know how to hit a white child,” she said. “A black child, Iunderstand. A black child, you hit them and they stay black. Trevor, when you hithim he turns blue and green and yellow and red.
Hitting black children were normalized while on the other hand, white children weren't simply because of their color, age did not matter.
She didn’t touch me.
I feel like I know what this story is going to be about now that I know the title and this part right here.
There wasblood coming out of my cousin’s head. We were all crying.
A good introduction to pull in the reader.
"they're going to kill you. I'm going to kill you.
I'm now more than confused about what this story is telling
I suppose the whole family is depressed.
I'm starting to think that the narrator did what they did also because of problems at home?
She wanted to write romance novels
somehow, the book is giving me lots of turns
stupid and full of ideas. Just like you.
Why is he projecting his past acts to her?
e were supposed to kill the Indian to save the child
What exactly is he trying to say here because........
He smiled mysteriously.
This movement from him sounds like an suspicious act for me.
was nervous. Why was he being so friendly? Was he planning a sneak attack onme?
I love how the author shares the narrator's thoughts with the readers.
was ashamed. I'd never really been in trouble before
The fact that she has not done this before, something must have pushed her enough to fall off the edge.
We are so disappointed in you," my father said.
The "in you" addition hurts more
I was suspended from school after I smashed Mr. P in the face, even though it was acomplete accident.
I don't think you can hit someone accidently, so it is a good hook to pull me in to the story.
"Pleading Child" was shorter but slower; "Perfectly Contented" was longer butfaster.
Pertaining to the mom and the author's different perspectives.
It felt like worms and toads and slimy things crawling out of my chest, but it also felt good, that thisawful side of me had surfaced, at last.
This is who she really is, the other kind of daughter that her mother did not want.
"You lucky you don't have this problem,"
She's flaunting...
and my mother had traded housecleaning services forweekly lessons and a piano for me to practice on every day, two hours a day, from four until six.
I can see the mom's perspective with this sentence, her intentions are good but she doesn't realize what it is resulting to.
my mother's disappointed face
I can feel the author's disappointment knowing how much she has done but nothing seemed to be enough.
“And then you'll always be nothing."
The pressure of being a prodigy is getting into her, she's no one or nothing if she doesn't make it perfect.
At first my mother thought I could be a ChineseShirley Temple.
Her Mother pressured her to be whoever her mother wished her to be.
You could become rich.
Went to America in hopes for a better future.
Your story is what you have, what you will always have. It is something to own.
click: keeping this for myself, no one else can ruin my own story
There’s a lot I still don’t know about America, about life, about what the future might bring. But I do know myself. My father, Fraser, taught me to work hard, laugh often, and keep my word. My mother, Marian, showed me how to think for myself and to use my voice.
You can never be certain about the future, they don't know you but you know yourself.
a job that’s not officially a job, but that nonetheless has given me a platform like nothing I could have imagined.
She turned out to be someone else, and still, she is turned out great.
As if growing up is finite. As if at some point you become something and that’s the end.
I agree with her claim, this question is often asked by adults to children at a young age which as well puts pressure on what the children actually dream to be