not complete but heres my essay

The first time I ever felt racially discriminated by
the color of my skin was when I was ten in the fourth
grade. Sine my neighborhood always consisted of both
black and white residents with middle to high income,
I never experienced or seen racial tension in my life
before. I had believed that racial discrimination was
a thing of the past that society looked down upon. It
wasn’t until I attended a new public school in a white
upper class neighborhood, that I had received a rude
awakening to racism and segregation in public schools
today.

When I was in fourth grade, I was one of two
African-American students in the class and one of
three in the entire school. At the time, it seemed as
though the children began to joke about stereotypes.
Although they didn’t understand why the jokes were
funny, the children would ask me if I was someone that
fit the normal stereotypical joke. I vividly remember
the kids asking me if I liked fried chicken, or if I
lived in the ghetto because I was from Brooklyn.