Recently I’ve been thinking quite a bit about identity. Partially due to our discussions regarding it in class but also because of the part of my life I’m in. This is my second month of Freshman year and I have no idea where I fit into all of this. I feel like I’ve spent my whole life building an identity expecting it to be done by now. However, I am beginning to realize just how far I have to go and how excited I am to start. With this new objective in mind, I decided to take this class as a way to expand on my views of the world. Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect; but it has truly had an effect on me. Growing up in a small town in North Dakota I was never afforded much of an opportunity to see or be a part of other cultures. Coming
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To be honest, I was feeling a bit defensive. I had a small can of mace in right jacket pocket ready in case I would need it; I had my purse close to my body and tried to channel Liam Neeson’s facial expressions from the first Taken movie. It didn’t take me long to realize that was being a little uptight. I wasn’t traveling in Europe using my ex-CIA skills to find my lost daughter, I was walking around St. Paul and looking at people. This wasn’t a war zone, it was a street; a street with people pushing strollers and smoking cigarettes and waiting for the bus. I decided I could manage without the Liam Neeson facial …show more content…
It looked like they were three generation, a grandmother, mother, and two daughters around nine and ten. The two girls asked for items in English and heeded their grandmother’s response in Spanish. Their mother was quiet and picked selectively at different colored shirts. The mother and grandmother talked amongst themselves discreetly in Spanish. I accidently bumped into the younger daughter and apologized. The girls stared at me, gave a small nod and then picked up the shoe she dropped and headed back towards her sister without a word. I figured her mother had told her not to talk to
To be honest, I was feeling a bit defensive. I had a small can of mace in right jacket pocket ready in case I would need it; I had my purse close to my body and tried to channel Liam Neeson’s facial expressions from the first Taken movie. It didn’t take me long to realize that was being a little uptight. I wasn’t traveling in Europe using my ex-CIA skills to find my lost daughter, I was walking around St. Paul and looking at people. This wasn’t a war zone, it was a street; a street with people pushing strollers and smoking cigarettes and waiting for the bus. I decided I could manage without the Liam Neeson facial …show more content…
It looked like they were three generation, a grandmother, mother, and two daughters around nine and ten. The two girls asked for items in English and heeded their grandmother’s response in Spanish. Their mother was quiet and picked selectively at different colored shirts. The mother and grandmother talked amongst themselves discreetly in Spanish. I accidently bumped into the younger daughter and apologized. The girls stared at me, gave a small nod and then picked up the shoe she dropped and headed back towards her sister without a word. I figured her mother had told her not to talk to