I feel proud of who I am.  I feel proud of my heritage.  We just had a lecture all about Native Americans, and it was amazing finally getting to hear some of the things about them.  There’s so much I don’t know, but I finally felt a sense of pride.  We learned about some of the main points in Native American culture, and it seemed to all fit me.  Everything is connected, everything is balanced, everything has energy, everyone is equal.  All things that I have just believed in, really without ever being explicitly taught them.  They were things that just always made sense in my head, and I could never pinpoint the origins.  It was just kinda like being able to understand a part of yourself and connect all the dots.  I want to learn more.  And it was nice to hear something I can be proud of instead of hearing about all of the oppression and terrible things white people have done in history.  I mean, white people still fucked them over, and we heard about that too, but I was on the other side of the argument this time.  I was the one that was part of the being fucked over.  Not that the European ethnicities that I am ever did anything.  Wait I lied, I’m part German, but anyways!  The point is it’s nice to not feel guilty for something I can’t control, and it’s nice to be able to have pride in a part of me without being classified as a racist bigot.