Personal Narrative: My Experience At Baker College

My experience at Baker College of Owosso was exciting. Being to be away from home living in the dorms with seven other roommates was great even though I was the minority. But as time went by we became close like a family and race was never the issue. Until I stepped out of our humble dorm. Being young and just getting out of high school, I thought I was ready for the world and what it could throw at me. But I was wrong. Till this day I still find it amazes me that one person can make you feel so bad and uncomfortable about being yourself. That day I learned I didn’t have to put up with ignorance and ultimately lead to me transferring to a different school. It started off like a regular school day then as the day went by it took a turn for the worst.

The morning started off like any college morning everybody’s rushing to get to their classes, the bathroom always busy and the smell of coffee in the air. Too be honest I loved it and I really didn’t mind the morning rush. I would get up eat breakfast

So I approached the librarian at the helped desk and I asked her could I use one of the rooms. She said of course. I gave her my college Id and she calls me Trayvon Martin. Trayvon Martin was the young man who got shot for walking the street with a bag of Skittles and a can of Arizona in his hand and wasn’t doing any wrong back in 2012. I was shocked and maybe she just read my name wrong, then I realize I’m the only Trayvon on campus. The Librarian continues to say is three more times At this point I’m boiling with rage, but then I was thinking I don’t want to get kicked out of college, so I “kindly” correct her and say no my name is Trayvon James and I go into the study room to study. My boiling rage quickly became depression and at is point I could not focus on my studies and decide to go back to the