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Personal Narrative: My First Teacher Of Color
My first teachers, pre-school teachers, elementary teachers, and many of my middle and high school teachers were Caucasian. I can count the number of teachers of color that I have crossed paths with during my education on one hand, which is unfortunate. My first teachers were my parents who are Caucasian. My long straight jet-black hair, dark brown eyes, and bronze skin on the other hand, illustrate me as a person of color. Growing up and learning in a Caucasian household and educational system never bothered me until my later schooling. During those years, I began analyzing the diversity surrounding my education. When a teacher of color educated me I felt more at ease. In my mind, these teachers could understand me in a way that my previous

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