As any good WOC feminist, I am quite familiar with being a token. In grade school I was the token: On sports teams because I pushed & shoved my way there; In the gifted program for my grade because I guess I was the only gifted girl & person of color; In high school I was the token: Poor chick in class - while some of my fellow C'villers made it into the honors and AP classes, I don't recall many of my other C'ville chicks making it there despite I knew quite a few of them were pretty smart. There was also a dilution factor that kept many of us apart; Poor chick in my group of friends - this came about due to the above factor. You start to socialize with the peeps in your class; Latina in my class - Again, not too many Latinas in the honors classes & it didn't hit me until in my later years. Honestly I didn't mind so much. There is a bit of glory in being the token...or so I thought. But not every instance of being a token is laden with guilt or tokennes...