I’m the same girl who posted about the tuba player in marching band who scares me. Though irrelevant to this story, I feel it’s kind of important to understand how commonplace these things are for me. On to the story.
Monday, my school had its last registration day. As a marching band kid, I had to go then, due to scheduling. It went about as smoothly as any registration ever goes here; probably a bit better than usual, a little less crowded, but fewer friends seen. I was wearing eyeliner and mascara, a green shirt that reached my collarbone and was loose (not hugging my curves), a black ruffle skirt that went 3/4 the way down my thighs, gray leggings that reached my ankles, a saxophone copper necklace, and black sandals. Hardly revealing, but decently flattering.
My mom and I were walking out the doors of the school when we passed a group of young black boys (I only mention race because of what they said). I heard one shout, “Walk that ass, n*gga!” I thought it was so ridiculous I actually kind of laughed, because a) I’m as white as it gets, even if I’m tan from band, and b) who says that stuff? So B- for originality, F for sense. *shakes head*
- Marching Band Girl
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