My autobiography

I am from the south. I was born and raised in the south, and I have the accent to go along with it. I love the south with all my heart. I love the hospitality, and the family values that are greatly pressed in the south, and I love the upholding of the impportance of religion. There are many thhings that I stand for as a person that I get from my southern upbringing, but it is also hard being a minority in the south. I can say this because I am not looking from the outside in, but from the inside out and what I am saying is true. Over the years as a child I have been used to being the minority, and usually the only minority. I went to a private school that was basically all white when I was in middle school. Since I was the only minority there I was treated differntly. Many of thhe girls had boyfriends, but I didnt because I wasnt white. They shared a lot of commonalities that I didnt necessarily share with them, but I was determined to fit in anyway. But there was a young man who was very strong in his southern beliefs, and believed in upholding and supporting the confederacy to the fullest. Of course he woould talk to me and tolerate me, but what he was taught and his beliefs were against me because of my race. He didnt believe that I shoould have the chance to be anything inlife because of my race. I had to sit and listen to him sing songs about the south that totally degraded the racial background from which I had came from. This was supposed to be some one that loved the south just as much as I did, but they hated me. Therefore its hard for me to support the south and everything it stands for at times, because I am constantly reminded of how the south wnated me to be a slave.