While sitting and looking through my high school yearbook I couldn't help but think of a situation I had when I was in tenth grade. My locker happened to be right by where all the blacks of the school had their lockers. Just for a little insight into my high school years, my hair was never the same color and I wore 'different' clothing. So one night I get this great idea for a new hair style. I went to my hair stylist (my oldest sister) and told her what I wanted - fifty braids! At school the next morning I walk to my locker and a black girl comes up and says, "Oh no, you didn't! You are t…
