The Playground

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I was seven years old when I started the first grade. Learning was easy for me, and in the first few weeks the teacher began to ask students struggling with concepts to sit with me. I offered them help, but my help must have made my peers feel small. This somehow amplified the superficial skin color differences between us. But my intellect gave me status I enjoyed. In that role I felt needed, even…

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