After reading the essay Napping While Black ( and other transgression) I do remember when I first came to New York there was a time in school where I was being called names because I look different from everyone else and I didn’t know how to speak English. I felt lonely and thought that I was never going to make friends, also I’ve had friends that have looked at differently in the past and that’s something I personally didn’t like because they’ve never met him and they should never talk bad about a person.