Today I felt weird, or i was made to feel weird. While in class, race relation class, the professor used me as an example. An example of what many black men aren't, he said smart. He said mr. Turner got a 95 on his test, he is not like the others. And I smiled my uneasy smile, but what's funny is that something inside of me started to believe it. Let me explain, I don't think that I was the smartest African American in the class, but I believe that if I could get a 95 on the first test, and everyone knows it, I have to get atleast a 95 on the second test. The norm has been set for me, the bar has been risen. Although he was make a generalation amoung black males (not being smart), I do think that there is something in that was suprise that I made that grade. The Professor, did not want to engage in any conversation after class during the first week, he seemed as if he was too busy, but I always wondered if he though I was tring to butter him up. I told him that I worked nights and that if fall asleep to just kick me. He said ok. I thold him what I did (no he didn't ask, but it always make great conversation) he said, "sounds like you job is really demanding" and ended it with a "well I'll see you tomorrow." Ok too much info, I know but that did pissed me of. Long story short, why aren't more poor African American's pushed to do better, so later in life they won't be faced with that though on be a subordinate group.