When Prejudice and Discrimination Step into the Classroom
<p>Sometimes when I open my eyes, I can still sense this burden pressing on my chest, a heavy weight I have grown accustomed to, an ingrained fatigue due to the criticisms and wounds inflicted upon me daily at school.</p>
<p>I was always that child who seemed never <strong><em>„normal”, „rich”, or „popular”</em></strong> enough, always robbed of rights in this youthful universe filled with discrimination and prejudice. </p>
<p>Looking in the mirror, I see a girl who’d been relentlessly told where she belongs. Not necessarily for who she was, but for what she did or rather didn’t have, for what society decided she deserved or didn’t.</p>
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