One night I was walking down the hall towards the elevator to get something to eat. I got in the elevator and I looked in the elevator and I saw this old (white) lady and as I was getting in the elevator the old lady was staring at me the whole time as I was getting in, and out of the corner of my eye I thought l 'I saw her take a small step to her right and I gripped my bag tightly like I was going to try to rob her or something. In my head I said, "You think I'm a thief," I looked over and said politely, "Hi ma'am, how are you doing tonight?" and in a timid voice he says “I'm fine”. I simply asked her how she was because I didn't want her to think I was just a thug or a thief just by looking at me. And why would I let this older woman think I'm like every other black teenager and let her think I'm a thief or a low-grade thug. The elevator stopped and I walked away and said "have a wonderful night ma'am" and as I walked away with a smile I heard her say to herself as if she was shocked or surprised "what a beautiful young