Personal Narrative: My Future Racist

Being an optimist, right off the bat, i would hope people, even my roommate, would notice my calm bubbly personality. Most try to notice the pessimist in people, but me? I try to find out what value people have, in hope they do the same to me. I want my future roommate to know, i can make a change. I want to invent vaccines, prolong people's lives, find the cure to cancer even.
They need to know my appreciation for science, more importantly, biomedical science. Dealing with the immune system and disparate diseases, helping mothers find who their child can become, and not just another sufferer of cancer. My roommate must know, Most haven’t had it easy, like myself, who hasn’t had the chance to know who my real grandmother is or she know me,

because of cancer and diseases, found after her death.
Most importantly, I want them to know, i'm a person to. I have just as much of a chance as everyone else. I live everyday using the manners taught to me by my mother, I enjoy singing, even drawing every once in awhile. I’ve tried hard to get to where i am, working full time over the summer, maintaining good, actually great grades in technical school and high school. To rank 11 out of 200 isn’t exactly easy when you work after school until you have to get, at least, 6 hours of sleep.
To my future roommate, just know I won’t judge you for who you are, because i’ve felt the same judgement from the people i felt closest too. I can’t be like the others, who stare straight ahead without acknowledging anyone else’s presence, I actually smile at you, in hope that little smile might make your day, be the light of your dark times. As a person i care about your stories and i want to know how u got to where you are in hopes that you do the same for me. Forthcoming roommate, i want you to care about me too.