A Lesson From my Younger Years: You Don’t Need to Be Someone Else
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A Lesson From my Younger Years: You Don’t Need to Be Someone Else

During my adolescent years, I imagined myself something like a chameleon, able to adjust and fit into every situation.  I had mastered the art of becoming who I thought I needed to be for any environment that I found myself in.  At my predominantly white middle school, I always said the right words.  I made…