why missing a day of school was related to race

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My parents never had to remind me of the obstacles I face in this world. I knew that I had to work harder. I had to be smarter. But they too did not want me to miss school.

I was a good kid, a great kid even. Throughout my education, my parents never had to force me to do my homework. It would be done by the time my mother picked me up. I rarely asked for help. Despite the tumultuous relationship between math and Spanish, I always got good grades. They never had to worry about me succeeding. Where I faltered with participation, I thrived everywhere else.

You see because it wasn’t just about me. It was about the person who I wanted to become, the person people expected me to become and how to defy them, how to prove them wrong, and show them that I was capable and more.

I received good grades, but I had to work for them. Not everything came easy to me. And if I skipped a lecture, or a review session, or the analysis of Henry V, it would only send me back farther.

So, I did my very best to never miss a day.

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Asia Monét

Asia Monét

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A 20-something who stutters and trying to figure out how to deal with it on top of adulting shenanigans and discovery