A few transformations and developments about me over summer or maybe even the last time I thought about how much I have changed. One social transformation I went through would be a change of views on how I see the world, second would be my interest and hobbies, doing and liking things that I wouldn’t particularly thought I would even like or do. Lastly one thing that hasn’t really changed would be the love I have for my dearest mother.…
I am with a White-American society because of the fact that I was brought up in the United States. I have no understanding of fighting to get to a place where I have more open doors unlike foreigners do. As I would like to think, my way of life is collectivistic on the grounds that even in school, educators taught to the masses and kind of instilled that the needs of one pupil who did not comprehend something were out weighed by most of the class that could move on and keep pace with other classmates in the same grade. This was wrong in light of the fact that with pupils, learning in specific subjects did not come easily and they end up leaving their insight in a few subjects exceptionally poor compared with understudies of the same age,…
Growing up in a working class home, I quickly gained the skills of an environmentalist, entrepreneur, and civics leader. I can still recall the smell of the flowering fruit trees of the summer months in sunny South Florid and how every year I would gather the abundance of extra fruit in our backyard and distribute them to our extended family, friends, and neighbors. In our modest home, nothing was ever thrown away, and items would be recycled many times. At the age of nine I was serving hot coffee and small pastries at the walk-up window of the small Cuban café my parents owned. As the United States prepared to celebrate its bicentennial, in the afternoons with a small booklet in hand, I drilled my mother test questions to prepare her for the…
I believe that my personal background, and my success despite the adversity that I have faced is an essential part of who I am. The first of my struggles came from being born to two teenage parents without at least a high school education, and although my mother went on to get a GED and to college my father did not. Many people in my family had issues with substance abuse and addictions including my father. Although, I was raised by my mother and grandmother, my father’s actions and behaviors negatively impacted my life. My father was verbally and mentally abusive to the people around him, especially when he used alcohol.…
One event that affected my life is is when I moved to North Carolina from Arizona. It happened 3 years ago when I was 12. It happened over 5 days. Me and my family were part of this wonderful experience. The reason we moved was because of my stepfather was getting a job to work for Lowe’s Hardware in the corporate building.…
There are or were many things that scare or have scared me. One thing that really scared me growing up was segregation. In school, segregation was a big part of learning. As I grew older, I realized how hard it was to live during that time. This scared me because knowing that people had to go through a time like that was really life changing.…
As a college student, I consider myself to fall under the working class. I am dependent on my family in order to survive, because I would not be able to get by with pay that I am receiving. Especially after all the taxes are deducted. I do not own anything besides my clothes and my electronics and I do not have any type of safety net.…
My socioeconomic status growing up would be consider lower class. My mother and step-father struggled to keep a roof on top of our head until we were teenagers. We didn’t receive financial help from the government because both of the adults in the household had full time jobs. Even with two incomes, the debt the both had accumulated over the years was getting the best of them, it didn’t help that my step-father had a gambling problem. We owned our home and land, despite that, our trailer wasn’t up to code.…
While we were completing the activity during class, I noticed myself contemplating past events and all the moments in life that have brought me where I am today. At first, I was scared to step forward or back because I did not want to be judge by my fellow peers and thought it wouldn’t matter if I moved or not. However, after the first couple of questions I decided to answer honestly and noticed how much I have been discriminated in my life due to my economic class and race. Growing up in my household, my family never had enough money to afford luxurious goods such as designer brand clothing and the newest technological items. At times, we didn’t even have enough money to afford crucial necessities such as food and basic school supplies.…
Sitting in my mostly white class in High School advisement, also known as study period where instead of studying everyone is just quietly talking in their little groups about petty problems. “Omg I’m not sure if Brad loves me enough, we need to go shopping to get a new outfit!” Ease dropping into the conversation three feet away I am wondering why the hell would anyone care about getting a new outfit and knowing this group of girls they would not even keep outfit for over a year because it isn’t in the fashion trend. “Gasp.” While in the other three feet away from me I hear another group this time guys talking about having a party at there family’s new swanky place, even though their other house they lived in was perfectly fine.…
What is my Social Identity? My social identity is begins with my deep family roots in my hometown of Riverview, New Brunswick. My upbringing was centered on my family, I take pride in the fact that I was raised in the same home my father was raised. Staying connected with my small-town family roots has left me humble and modest.…
There are a couple of obstacles that have played a major role in me becoming who I am today. I've had naysayers trying to negatively influence my thoughts, and crush my dreams by saying that said I will never amount to anything, or that I should give up on my dreams and get realistic with my goals. A couple years ago I was a completely different person. I was out of shape physically, my academic performance was very poor, and I had a terrible attitude. I improved greatly in athletics and my academic career.…
This is where mixed feelings come in because it really takes you to social class. Economy today really takes a toll on your openings for opportunities. Many more opportunities come easily today if you come from a higher class family while people with low income and lower class have to struggle hard to even have a chance at opportunities, which I don’t think is fair. So many brilliant children will not get the education they need because the public school they have to attend will not give them what they need, and many young adults from low income homes will not go to a university because with their social class, the money just isn’t there. When they do attend a university they’re either are fortunate enough to obtain a scholarship or they are sitting on grands upon grands of student loans to pay off for the rest of their lives because they had no…
While researching various web pages and articles regarding my place and prominence in society, I uncovered words and phrases such as “poverty stricken,” “desperate,” and “struggling.” The most compelling discovery I made, was that these words were also paired with other degrading, heinous remarks in relation to the lower middle class society. As far as low class is concerned, I never considered the actuality of my status or social construction. Upon further analysis and class discussions, I came into recognition of my own social placement. Due to my humble upbringing and simplistic lifestyle, the appropriate category for my social class would be in the lower middle area.…
There are many events in my life that has shaped me and the way I am today; but there are two main events that have shaped me dramatically. First one when I six and one when I was in 8th grade, both two way different things but they both tie together and make me who I am and who I will always be. It all starts when I was six years old and I just got done playing my soccer game at the Blue Valley Activity Center (BVAC). It was a warm summer day and our game was over and it was time to go home.…