I walk through the halls and yet I look like any “white” female on campus, yet I am not. I am half white and half Hispanic and there is no place for me. Some people assume I am 100% white even though I carry a Hispanic name. The moment I walk into a classroom and am called for attendance, the teachers do a double take. I am both white and Hispanic and I embrace it while there is no place to embrace both. Sometimes I feel that Wheelock forces you to pick either one but yet not both can be embraced at any one time.