There was not many times where I noticed people had a different skin colour than me during school because I was always in the majority. But there was one moment specially where I recognized it. We were sitting in the cafeteria area during a grade nine welcome barbecue. I was nervous. I was starting high school in less than 3 days. The smell of cheap burgers filled the air as I was chatting with my friends about the big day. All of a sudden my new principal started to speak “when I call your name please follow the teacher with the red sign”. I waited and waited and was called about halfway down the list. We were being taken to our home room/ first period class. As I climbed the stairs with my parents I became even more nervous. When we got to the classroom I picked a seat close to the front. As I watched my future classmates walk in I noticed I had a lot of kids with different ethnicities and different backgrounds. It did not make me uncomfortable in any sense but rather made me think that through my entire elementary schooling I never had a classmate who wasn’t white. this was the first classroom I was in that had any diversity. As I had come to learn, my  high school was big on inclusion. If we had one student whose family celebrated a certain holiday we as a school would make sure we acknowledged that holiday so that student felt welcomed. That one moment in the class room was a new beginning for new understanding about different cultures and backgrounds. It was no longer the “standard” white catholic ways of life but rather a community that embraced differences. It was one of the first times I can remember noticing my skin was different from the student next to me.