In my entry, I talked about how I grew up quite isolated from other races. I had some exposure in elementary school, but I attended a predominantly white Catholic high school, I was a member of a predominantly white dance studio where I spent most of my time after school, my neighborhood was predominantly white white, my family is predominantly white white, my friends are predominantly white, as are my parents' friends. Race wasn't something that was discussed when I was growing up, and I struggled to answer questions in the recording about when was my first experience noticing a different race or when was my first experience discussing race. I was also very naive about my white privilege, and while I felt a little guilty about it at first, I now realize that this is the journey many white people have to take to develop their racial identity. Patti DeRosa (2001) explains this in a way that really made sense to me when she writes, “The privileges of this status remain invisible because we are seen as the norm, we are held to be the standard, we are affirmed, and our identity and l he experience reflects on us in myriad ways. (page 6). Becoming aware of this privilege is half the battle on the road to understanding what it means to be White in our own