The video provides a sharp look at the social isolation in advanced education, showing how being "gifted" often comes with a heavy cultural price for minorities. It captures the difficult balance between systemic exclusion and the small, meaningful moments of human connection.
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Being The Only Mexican In ClassAdded:
Hey Bean, you speak Mexican, right? What you mean? Espanol.
So yeah, I was the only tortilla muncher, aka Mexican, in my class.
Although I didn't really deal with Davey racism, at least to my face. There were some people who I can only conclude didn't like me due to my darker complexion. And there were some things said that made the whole class go.
>> You need to leave.
>> We'll get into that. Just take your food out of the microwave, sit back, and relax. So, how did I end up being the only bean in a room full of bread sticks? I owe it all to this one test in fifth grade that ruined the rest of my social school life. If I had known what the outcome would have been, I would have failed so badly on purpose to the point it had me tested to see if I'm involving backwards. Growing up, I went to an elementary school consisting of 99.7% Hispanics. My classmates were Mexican.
Most of my teachers were Hispanic.
Pretty sure even the mascot was Mexican.
Hola. Then one day we all took this test to see who would qualify for the prestigious, gifted, and talented program, which basically meant you would take higher level classes and have 10 times the amount of work while feeling superior to everyone else. You're acting rather belligerent.
In my entire grade, I was the only one who passed. Sorry, you morons. You all simply can't keep up with my level of intelligence. So, starting next year, you will be taking different and more difficult classes than all your friends.
Eh, you'll have to do triple the amount of work and never see your friends again. Can I retake my test? No. By the way, these advanced classes didn't even help me out. All it did was give me more stress on top of my cashier job to the point I was going bald. Ah, they're good for college credit, sure. But, I dropped out after 3 months, so it was all for nothing. Yeah, my parents are disappointed in me, too. So, I didn't know what to expect for my first day of middle school, but I was not prepared for what was about to come. I had my outfit ready the night before. Got up early to get all handsome, but mommy nature decided to slap me across the face and rain down on me, making me late for class. I was actually the only person in the hallways. Now, I'm about to say something crazy. But I promise you, I'm not racist, okay? Just just just hear me out. You have to understand, I had little to no exposure to the average American up to this point. So, it was all new to me. I go in and I immediately felt uncomfortable walking into a room full of mysterious white entities. It was crazy. It actually felt like I was walking into a whole new world. By the way, they all looked at me like I was some creature that wandered into this class by mistake. So, it was a mutual thing. You know, thinking back to it, my outfit was straight garbage. Maybe they were all staring at my bright red jeans and deep shirt. From the very start, there was this sense of separation between me and well, everyone else. No one made an effort to talk to me. I was fine just sitting there wishing I was stupid like my friends. Honestly, the only reason a few of them started talking to me was because they saw I could draw. There was this one time where we were working on this project thing and this guy who's never said a word to me walks up and says, "Hey, can you draw something for me?" I don't even know who you are. I of course did help out because I thought, "Hey, maybe I can make my first friend here." But no, after I finished, he never talked to me again. He basically used me like I was some crusty old rag, then tossed me away. But as time went on and they got more comfortable with my foreign ass, the way they treated me got crazier. It seems like a middle school white boy's way of getting closer to minorities is by making racist jokes.
Actually, it doesn't stop after middle school. I remember someone straight up asked me, "Are you legal?" But he said it was such genuine curiosity, my brain just shut down trying to process it. Are you legal? Only during school hours.
Border Hopper. That that was a popular one. But the worst thing someone has ever said to me, humiliating me in front of the whole class. And I don't even know what he said. I was being funny.
You know, I had the whole class laughing. And then this guy says something and the entire class goes, "Oh, damn." There were these two who were laughing a little too hard. Don't forget them cuz they'll be back later.
One girl even felt bad enough she started apologizing. I'm so sorry about that. I promise you we're not all like that. Oh. Uh, I didn't hear what he said. Good. Okay. Yeah, you don't want to know. In a surprising twist, that guy ended up being my best friend in the class. He was nice to me. He actually made an effort to make me feel included.
It was actually because of him people found out I could draw. He took my drawings one time and showed it to the whole class. Wa! Guys, look how good Bean is at drawing. I love that guy.
Personally, I don't get offended only when they're obviously joking with me, but there were a few of those who I know were wishing we were back to the 1900s.
Specifically, these two who will go unnamed because, well, you know, I could be wrong. But given that I've never said a word to them, and I could still tell they hated me. Yeah, there's not many reasons why that could be. But bean, how can you tell someone doesn't like you?
They don't talk to you. Your eyes often speak your mind before your mouth does.
And they say Shakespeare's dead.
basically they would look at me with disgust. I remember this one time I was trying to be more talkative and he actually goes like like damn at least turn the other way so I don't see you.
The other guy didn't even try to hide it either. We were forced to work together on a school project and I see him look over at the other dude with fear in his eyes acting like he just got sent to hell. Is it really that hard to just We ended up having a great time. Obviously, I mean I'm just so fun and likable. But on their last day working together, he gets all serious and says, "This was fun." Surprisingly, the [ __ ] you mean surprisingly? There were some bad apples in a bunch, but my experience overall, it was all right. It could have been worse. The Mexicanamean War ended in 1848 after the USA defeated the Mexican army. We sure showed those Mexicans who's in charge. USA. USA. USA.
USA. You Oh. Um, you guys don't have to feel awkward about this. It's fine. USA. USA.
Oh, damn. But at least when high school came, there was more variety and shades of color. I was still the only Mexican, though. Come on, brothers and sisters.
We're Mexican, not Mexican. Lesson of the day. Uh, love everyone. And before you judge someone based on how they look, don't pin dip.
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