As I grew up from middle school to high school I have struggled with my identity. “You dress nice for a black girl.” “You’re and oreo.” “You speak well for a black chick.” “Don’t act so white, you’re black.” I’ve constantly been surrounded and at times suffocated by the African-american stereotype of being ghetto, aggressive, and rude. Being in a generation of technology this is frequently shown by the media and therefore, some think these sterotypes fall under any minority. Coming to Wheelock, I found that my friends do not put me on the spot because of my color, my heritage, or my race. They know we come to this school not to judge but to help others and I truly appreaciate that for being in an accepting and welcoming school.