The Invisible Sam

In my AP Literature class, we have delved in [starting off the week with 200 pages] of Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison. The book is interesting enough, and I have taken to Ellison's use of ambiguous style and symbols. I do, however, find reading this novel ironic because over the past few years, I have been nicknamed "Invisible Girl" by some of my Harand friends. I relate to the narrator of the novel because of the way he is ignored in the streets and his longing to be noticed. It isn't that I am neglected by any means, I just simply blend into the background and my speech often gets passed over. Since becoming aware of this "invisibility" I have developed my unique fashion sense and passion for writing and photography to be noticed and it has worked. I am enjoying this book, its relatability [besides the fact that I am not a black, oppressed, adult man living in Harlem in the early 1900s], and the class itself. The class is small, discussion based, and a perfect chance for me to participate and, well, be noticed.
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examples of my more outlandish clothing that takes away from my so called "invisibility"

One of my favorite people ever and I. She is the one who gifted me my "invisible girl" namesake.