Black History Month was always bittersweet, because as quickly as it came it was gone. White history didn’t need a month; we were always learning about it. And because we had one teacher teaching various subjects, we learned history every day, but mainly centered around how much the white forefathers did to create the United States. I remember being just as excited about white history, because at the time, it seemed like it was my history, too. And it was, just not in the way I’d been taught to think.
