Personal Narrative: My Feelings Of Illegal Immigrants

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My feelings towards homosexual men is parallel to that of homosexual women; in that they are inspiring and make me feel experienced. I may not feel as comfortable with them due to not be as exposed to this microculture, but men have fought resiliently, to be open about their sexuality and that is nothing to appear as negative because they are not judging people, so why should they be judged. Jesus has open arms for all his children and we should have open arms for all our brothers and sisters.

Not once have I met a disabled person who has judged me for being white, blonde, brown, or blue eyed. Disabled people are probably one of the most grateful people you will ever encounter thus they make me feel grateful and likewise unworthy. In my opinion
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Sad for what they experience in the countries and that they want to escape their home for a better life. My feelings of annoyance are because they are welcome here, but decide to not proceed through the correct steps in order to become a citizen in order to live an improved life than the one they escaped and disgust at those who have made them leave their home. My opinion of illegal immigrants is that they are unaware of the steps to become a legal immigrant. It will not negatively affect my classroom because rarely students will be illegal immigrants; their parents may be, but not the student. If and when I do come across a student, I hope I can point them in the direct of the necessary steps to become a legal …show more content…
This will positively impact my classroom because I will be eager to learn their customs and culture, especially since I have a background of Judaism.

Catholics feel familiar, categorized, and educated. I feel these emotions because I am Catholic. I am without an opinion of Catholics. Catholics are not a person, but their religion and God could not care less what religion you are only that you believe in him. the bible states, '[n]ot everyone who says to me, “Lord, Lord,” will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only those who do the will of my Father who is in heaven (Matthew 7:21). '

My personal microculture is stay at home mothers. Stay at home mothers feel stereotyped, alone, and a clique. My opinion of stay at home mothers is that they’re trying their best for their family. I have this opinion and feelings through observations and experiences. This will positively impact my classroom in regards to I have had experience with staying at home in order to enhance my

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