I am connected to the history of people who look like me, a history cultivated across time, space and contexts. In this way, the “race” is both me and everyone else that the reflected image represents. A week ago, I thought more closely about classifying myself by race. After talking with my students, one of them remarked, "Mr. Hakim, are you and Ms. Singleton the only teachers of color in this school?" Ms. Singleton is African American, and somehow it struck me that my students saw me as a teacher of “color.” I asked a student, “What do you think makes me a teacher of color?” He said, “Well, you’re brown.” You are different. You are definitely not white. And you understand what it means to be brown. I don't know; it's just... different. His response was confusing and yet too clear – it somehow connects me to my personal experience of my racial identity. And much of this can be disclosed through my