It was a calm day in spring about a year ago. I had just finished lunch and was walking to my third block, English Language Arts class. As I got into the class, my ELA teacher greeted me at the door, “Hey Ida, why don’t you go sit over at table four by the window.”
As I went to my new table, I patiently waited to see who else would be my tablemates. Once everyone was seated, I realized I was the only white kid at my table.
Most of the time, my tablemates would include me and were friendly, but not always. About halfway through the class we had to do table work. One of my tablemates announced to my group: “If you’re not Mexican, then you aren’t part of this table.” I remember feeling terrible and embarrassed for being white.