I was 17 when a teacher said I should try smiling more because it's like I have no personality. At first when she told me those words, I was in shock and felt numb to everything going on around me then I began to wonder if it was true. Then I said fuck it, I have nothing to prove to no one. At graduation she forced a hug on me. That was awkward. I was just accepted in a nursing program because I have good grades but also because the application people felt that I am a warm, kind person and that I deeply care for people. They even said I was a pleasure to interview which is probably my favorite compliment that I have been told. I am not going to go out of my way to tell her she was wrong because that's petty but it still feels good.
Most Helpful Guy
A professor from Yale University used to always disrespect me in physics class. One day, I asked him for help with a problem. When I said a few words to him, it shattered whatever racist image he had of me inside his head. He actually told me that he assumed I was "one of those immigrant students who spoke broken English." He stopped disrespecting me in class after that day.
He was neither the first nor last person to judge me based solely on my physical appearance. I thought racism was over, but I guess not.
I wish I could just communicate with people telepathically. Talking with people is a tedious process for me. Even typing is becoming a monotonous task.1