Personal Narrative: Growing Up In A White Family
I had to have passing grades and no problems at school. My parents constantly told me if I want to be something in life I have to continue schooling and get good grades, they weren’t as tough about school on my brothers. Down the line both my brothers dropped out of school and I had all the pressure to finish school and go off to college. I am more than appreciative to have my parents pushing me to do well in school. Growing up even though my parents worked long hours, I couldn’t be more thankful for the roof over my head, the food on the table and the clothes on my back.
I was never allowed to date even though both my brothers had lived in girlfriends and both had kids at young ages. I was expected to finish school, get a good job and then I would be ready to date. By the age of fifteen, my parents made me find a job because I needed my own money to buy clothes and pay my phone bill if I wanted a phone. My brothers also needed to find jobs but they could never keep them and my parents just paid for whatever they needed. Seeing this I thought my brothers were always my privileged than I