Whenever you are hanging around with someone and the moment they leave and then you hear a laughing around you, you feel like someone is probably talking about you making some gossip of the way you walk or the way you are…
“Describing myself” At first, this task seemed really easy. Who knows me better than me, myself? “Piece of cake”, I thought. Obviously, I was wrong.…
I know I am a workaholic and I am trying to get away from this I am learning to delegate and put my foot down, especially saying “No”. I know I have always felt satisfied when I kept doing more and endlessly tiring myself. I know I have been encouraged by my own self to be me, to be straight with people and with my own self; my own wants and feelings rather than crooked and covert. In this manner I am learning to understand what I want and possibly how to get it.…
My father has been in the military for 30 years. His career has taken him and my family, to every corner of the world. The Air Force is a demanding career path to choose; often the spouse is left with the full weight of the chores to be done on the home front. During the course of my upbringing these duties were, in part, delegated to my sisters and I. While we never experienced “a life of almost tropical idleness’ (CITATION) like the children of Jane Smiley, we became effective and efficient members of our house hold. We learned to respect our house and our family.…
Whenever I tell someone where I live, they automatically believe that I am in a gang even if I am only 5 feet tall. Living in Barrio Logan I have faced so many typical stereotypes about my neighborhood, but I don’t see it that way. Barrio Logan is not just a neighborhood, it's a supporting community. Everyone goes out of their way to make everyone seem like family. It has always been a diverse neighborhood with different ethnicities and religions that it has helped me learn to be accepting and open minded.…
I am someone who smiles Someone always telling jokes to make sure no one thinks something is wrong So no one suspects a thing when they see my smile I am someone who fixes the feelings of those whose hearts are shattering like pieces of glass I am someone who loves to dress up and wear makeup so no one sees how truly I am From the bags from staying up at night to the red from crying, both under the concealer Tears behind my eyeshadow-covered eyelids Cracks underneath my red lipstick And the pain within the mouth that contains whitened teeth…
The social norm that I violated was singing out loud on a public place. Well I did not really get to sing loudly on a bus or train. I did however sing loudly while I was shopping in Wal-Mart. I thought it was the next best thing than singing on a bus or something. Since there are tons of people at Wal-Mart in the first place.…
My racial and ethnic identity has strongly impacted my academic development. Throughout my growth, I was constantly reminded by my parents and family that not only am I a girl but that I am also Hispanic. My dad mostly reminded me that because of my gender and my ethnicity, I would have to work harder for my dreams. I grew up understanding the stereotypes set for Hispanics in society, and from a very young age I told myself that I will never allow people to group me into that stereotype. The knowledge that people were expecting me to fail, only led me to work harder in not only my academic setting but also in every aspect of my life.…
I had the identity of a Claremont Academy alumna, a school composed of many ethnic minorities, however, I was also now a student of the College of the Holy Cross, an elite private college. I had never thought of my identity as a student from Main South to be a problem until academic institutions such as Holy Cross kept imposing and cultivating such idea. It was only when I began to network outside of my communities, that I began to realize that I truly live in between two different worlds. What startled me the most was understanding the complexity of why a great gap of opinions existed between two communities in the same city. Furthermore, during the time I began college, I learned how important my racial and ethnic identity was to me.…
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.…
Carson Kressley once said, “People are much deeper than stereotypes. That's the first place our minds go. Then you get to know them and you hear their stories, and you say, 'I'd have never guessed.'” Classifications or stereotypes can be quite a restricting unseen force in your life. Personally, I find that to be very true as I make my way haphazardly through life, I am quite a clumsy person.…
When I came to the U.S I didn't have many friends, I wasn't aware of what to expect on my first day of school. The school I attended was low in diversity, the first day of school I came to a class filled with Caucasians, I was amazed that no diversity was in play, as I went through the day students came and asked me where I was from, I happily replied India. As soon as I said India kids got more interested in hearing about my stories and how it was different living there. I was amazed how many people were interested in my culture, I was curious as well, and I started asking people around about their culture and its uniqueness. Through talking about our culture I quickly made friends and learned about their racial backgrounds.…
Who am I? This question has been on my mind lately. Just to think about it, brings me feelings of a doubt and uneasiness. Many times I was told that it is impossible to figure out what is behind my defiant and troublesome face. Also I had a chance to hear that same face is like the mask, hiding the real me beneath of it.…
I am a recent non-traditional transfer student into the history department at the University of California-Los Angeles. I began my collegiate career at the age of 22 after working in the restaurant industry for 5 years. I began taking history classes while attending Long Beach City College and noticed the lack of representation in the professors who taught the courses. I also noticed the underrepresentation of people of color in the various textbooks in regards to modern Europe. Being a Latino male who comes from a low income background I began to question my involvement in school due to family and work obligations.…
A Twisted Perception As I came home from church, I climbed in bed to rest my sore body from a strenuous two weeks of band camp. I reminisced on the countless moments of elation that it brought me. It was the first activity I participated in to commence my senior year of high school. I envisaged that this would finally be my year! Unexpectedly, my mother’s voice interrupted my thoughts.…