For seven years of my life, from sixth grade to twelfth grade at primarily black and Latino schools in Las Vegas, I was the White Girl. In sixth grade, my classmates assumed I came from money and were shocked to learn that I, too, took the bus to school. In basketball, I was always forgiven for my terrible dribbling, and, when I sank a shot, I was seen as impressive. My friends never laughed at me for being behind on the newest slang, and they often volunteered definitions for words I didn't yet know-"Not-White Girl Words," as we called them....