Remember the Champions - Original Writing :: Papers

Remember the Champions - Original Writing Sit at the grit, said the bus driver. He was white being black I had to sit at the back. As I was walking down the gangboard to the back seat, I stumbled, and with a loud thump, I fell flavorless on my face, and the passengers burst out laughing. I looked back and saw a white students leg spread across the aisle. It was my first year in college, and it had already started akin this. I helped myself up and sat in the back seat. Dont worry they al steerings do that, just dont pay any attention to them, and watch yourself, its dangerous with all these whites. Tom Robinson nice to meet you willing Houston I said shaking hands with Tom. I told how this was my first in America, and that I was originally from Africa. On the way the whites sitting in the take care kept insulting me and the others sitting at the back. I felt like going over there and hitting that guy, but Tom held me down. I then realized that none of us could do anything towards the whites and what they were saying because they were the majority. I felt very insulted by what they said back in Africa none of that would have happened we were all black and we were all friends. We finally arrived, the college was huge - I had never seen anything like it before. It was enormous and it was filled with students, who were mostly white. School went on normally, expect for the insults I kept on hearing, and they called me nigger for the first time. I really felt bad, but I couldnt do anything. School finally ended, and I went to the bus, this time I looked out for any obstacle in my way as I was walking to the back seat. When I arrived at my home, my yield greeted me warmly and asked me how my first day was. I didnt want to worry my protoactinium so I didnt tell him anything, but from the look