^~*I Guess Not*~^

That's odd.

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That's odd. I'm 12 now and it seems like nothing has changed but everything has. After 5th grade ended my parents took me out of my rich private school to join a majority African American and Hispanic charter school. The first day came with AWFUL culture shock:

cul·ture shock/ˈkəlCHər ˌSHäk/nounnoun: culture shockthe feeling of disorientation experienced by someone who is suddenly subjected to an unfamiliar culture, way of life, or set of attitudes.

But more on that in the next chapter, let's talk a bit about my old school. I should've known. I've gone to school with white kids since 3rd grade, I don't remember a whole lot from 2nd grade and below. Well...that's not exactly true but those stories aren't for the faint of heart. Once I got to my new school I wondered if I was even black, kids there were so much more different then the kids at my old school. At my old school everyone liked Jake Paul, Collins Key. Among other spoiled rich people, the kids their were rich too...but me? No. We were- as my dad calls it "Upper-middle class". 

Their houses, lavish lifestyle, the very food they ate made me a copy and paste of them. But their was one problem (er- several problems) I wasn't rich. So instead I quickly adapted that new culture, eating hummus (a chick-pea paste) horse back riding, and...well their lives, not mine. 

I like to say I didn't envy my "friends" at my old school. I like to think that I didn't want to have their lives, but I did. it was like some sort of set goal for me: Go one huge vacations, get the latest phone even though our parents had just gotten the one that came out barely a year ago. 

Of course, having black parents, we didn't "roll" like that. The closest I got to a phone in 5th grade was a 1st genoration ipad mini...oh and it had already been used. I'm not ungrateful, but back then seeing all of my friends with the iphone 10 and such was a bit disheartening. It didn't seem fair, I didn't seem to understand that my parents were doing the best they could. Especially since they were paying 300,000 a year for my older brother and I at this private school. My brother got an iphone SE, but he didn't care and still doesn't. He has a iphone 6+ now and I have his old SE. 

But we're getting ahead of ourselves, that's just the past (2 years and almost a month ago to be exact)...there is still a whole lot to talk about diary. And I can't wait to let it all go.

Chapter one: Completed.