Throughout my life I was raised in a majority white elementary school, and then I moved to Avondale when I was about twelve years old. I never thought about my race being different then their race and neither did they; but either way we all got along. It wasn’t until I moved to Avondale I experienced life in a whole new way. When I first moved to Avondale, it was the first time I ever went to school with people the same color as me. I didn’t know how I would cope with them, if they would act like me or would act the same way they acted outside of school. Either way, I found myself being with them in a majority of my classes. As time went on, many of them started saying I acted “white”. I didn’t know what this term could mean or if it was bad or ultimately good; so I just went along with it. After about a year, I realized what they meant that whole time. Not acting like them or having the same interest as Caucasians made me one of them. Being proper, showing manners at all times is something I thought all people should do, but makes me white if done at all times. Overall, I see aspects of both races and realized that we’re all the same as children, but grow apart when we get older. No race should be classified by their actions or attitude because in the end, we are all human.