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Trinitys Personal Essay
Trinitys Personal Essay
Trinitys Personal Essay
I was
in second grade, ready to start the school week off. The school bell rang, the announcements
came on, and now it was time for my class to head to the library. Every Monday morning, we
would go to the library to check out a new book for the week. I remember walking in, the
librarian’s desk to my left, tables to my right, and a bunch of bookshelves right in front of me. I
start to walk around and look at the book covers as I usually do. I see Junie B. Jones, Percy
Jackson, Harry Potter, etc. Out of a whole library of books, I could never find anything that
interested me. As I reminisce about elementary school, I realize now that all the books in the
library had one thing in common. Every character was white. There were no books that had
someone I could relate to. I read all these books, and I see all the white characters being the
hero, succeeding, etc. Since none of those characters succeeding looked like me, it became
hard for me to see that for myself. It became so hard that it made me not appreciate my color. It
made me not appreciate myself for who I am. I used to wish I was different so I could be like my
classmates I saw everyday and the characters in my book I read about. As I am older and
confident, I realize now that my self esteem was incredibly low. This is sad thinking about how
young I was. Maybe you are thinking, it is just a book character. Yes you are right, but to an
extent. Books allow your imagination to run free, taking you to different worlds and letting you
see yourself in places you never thought possible. I remember feeling like I could never
accomplish the same things as the character I was reading about. From elementary school to
about my sophomore year of highschool, I only read one book that was out of the norm for me.
The book was called Bud Not Buddy. It was about a black boy named Bud who was put into
foster care. I remember being so engaged when we would read in class and almost shocked
that we were reading it. I remember being excited to read the book because I finally saw myself
in something I was reading. I wonder why I didn’t notice years ago that people of color were so
underrepresented in literature and why my teachers never noticed either. First, I was very young
and went to a predominantly white school my entire life. Therefore, I thought it was normal.
Second, my teachers were predominantly white and since it was so normal they probably didn’t
recognize.
learning, but get a feeling of disempowerment by the lack of representation I see in literature or
school in general. I struggle to stay engaged in certain school subjects because I can’t relate to
what I am learning about. I don’t think the world recognizes the impact reading has on someone,
especially a child. As I get older and understand myself more, this lack of representation gives
me this urge to prove myself. I want to prove to myself that I can succeed and win just as much
as anyone else. I didn’t see it as a kid, but I know that I can now. Representation matters and I