At the end of the quiz, my white classmates had racked up scores suggesting they have three times as much privilege as I do.

Now, I no longer think of myself as Sierra. I'm brown Sierra.

I went to my dad in hopes that he could set things back the way they were, back to when I didn't have to think about this.

I asked him whether people would make assumptions about me based on my skin color. His furrowed brow confirmed it: probably.

I asked whether boys wouldn't find me pretty because I was dark, and his eyes filled with tears. He told me good dad things. That I'm beautiful and smart and capable. But the more he talked, the less I believed him.

I enjoy a lot of privileges. I'm middle class and I go to a good school. On top of that Asian Americans just seem to fare better in terms of bias and racism -- at least these days.

I think it's important to acknowledge that privilege exists. We don't have to become defensive, and we don't have to feel guilty for it, but we do have to know when it's there.

I'm not white. I'm also not not-white. So it's fuzzy figuring out exactly what privileges I benefit from.

With a Perspective, I'm Sierra Fang-Horvath.

Sierra Fang-Horvath lives in Oakland and is a junior in high school. Her commentary was produced by Youth Radio.