"I think they are actually going to turn out well this time," I said. I was referring to the brownies. They are baking as I type. You see, last time we baked brownies they turned out a bit dry for some reason. This time, though I think I've redeemed myself.
By Perpetua Chery, 1LS
The first two times I apologized because, frankly, I hadn’t even realized she was there, let alone that I had touched her, but she still had a firm grip on my upper arm and was yelling at me like I was a child.
She let go, and I walked back into the room. I was completely shocked. I was humiliated and hurt, but after I thought about it, I became angry. She was supposed to serve and protect, but instead she hid behind her badge and bullied me. I tried excusing her actions and blamed it on a bad day, but in the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but think about it. Did she do it because I am a female? Did she do it because I am black? What if no one was around, would she have beaten me?