Have you ever stopped caring so much that whatever happens, happens? I remember the time I had gotten in trouble by my mom because I had walked home from school. It was a gloomy day from it being so cloudy and cold. I was talked into walking home during school by friends whom, at the time didn't care about school as much as I did, cared nothing of school. I didn’t like it, but then again I started not to care either.…
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 remember a time when my mom and I were nice to someone. We were at the damascus parade. I was just starting to walk back with some of my friends from taekwondo because I was walking with them that year. I was picking candy up off the street. There was music and lots of people.…
Way back in the 6th grade, I didn't have many friends. We all have those awkward years in our lives, and this was most definitely the beginning of mine. While sitting reading a book in the hallway of the Alton, Middle School before school a girl came by. This girl stopped, looked at what I was reading, and said, "Hey I just finished reading that book it's really good!" This small gesture, was the beginning of a beautiful friendship that I will cherish for the rest of my life.…
Every Life Matters I really only started understanding the meaning of abortion once one of my mom’s friends had one. Before that I had very little knowledge about abortion. My parents have always taught me to stand by what I believe and that others may have different beliefs. They always told me that I would meet people that would disagree with me and what I believe not only when it came to these kind of topics but many other things as well. Being told that, they told me to always respect people’s beliefs and their points of view because everyone has the right to stand by what they believe, just like I do.…
One’s identity is who they truly are as a person. People don’t define you. you define yourself. You define yourself with your actions, personality, and the roles you play in other people’s lives. At this point in my life I’m still trying to figure out who I am.…
The location I choose to perform my violation of a culture norm was at the cafeteria. I used the cafeteria that is in the Gordon student center. After trying to decide which cultural norm to experiment with, I choose to invade someone else's personal space. The plan I created was going up to someone in the cafeteria, and intentional sitting close to the person to invasion his personal space. Have no communication between us so the interaction would be silence.…
In my experiment I created my own violation of a norm. For the experiment I screamed in a Dillons grocery store. There was only a couple of people near me when I did this. One girl just looked at me weird and then looked away. The guy down the aisle from me started to run.…
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.…
“A handful of moments I wished I could change, but I was carried away,” are the lyrics that remind a lot about myself. Growing up, and even about two years ago, I was insanely shy and did not talk much around people, friends, or family. The way I talked to people was in a timid, soft spoken way, which looking back, was awfully embarrassing. My friends and family would laugh at me because I could not talk well, and when I did talk, they acted as if I were a baby who just said its first words. With all of that nonsense going on, their idiotic response kind of made me not want to say anything anymore.…
Every day people fall into their own norms. Throughout my first couple years of high school, I fell into my norm. I diligently attended classes, worked on assignments, and partook in extracurriculars. I remember being content with this schedule; I believed the information I learned in the classroom was all I needed to benefit my educational development. However, at the start of my junior year, I decided to challenge my norm and enroll in some college courses at a nearby community college.…
My nonconformity day begun early, as I had to pass the exams on the courses with my group. During the whole week, I have been living with my grandmother, who cannot walk due to illness and with my cat, while parents have left for the seaside. Thus, at home I have little communication, while external word is full of it. As I am living in my parents’ house now, this week is poor for vivid communication and interactions.…
My ascribed social statuses are that I am a brown skin 20 year old Hispanic female. My achieved social status is that I am a psychology major in my second year of college. Based on my social status I have a sum of expected behaviors or roles I should practice like studying for my classes, paying for my bills as a 20 year old should, speaking fluent Spanish, and social extrovert. However in many of my social statues I have some role conflict. For being a shade darker people believe that I should be loud and unprofessional or a different ethnicity.…
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.…
Life is like a game of poker. In poker everyone is dealt the same number of cards from the same deck. Some are lucky and get a Royal Flush, some get a Straight, and some are only given a hand which consists of a High Card. Life is the same way except instead of diamonds; clubs; spades and hearts, everyone is dealt a certain level of “education, income, occupation, and wealth, the four commonly used criteria for gauging [social] class” (Scott and Leonhardt 117). Not all of us are able to choose our education, income, occupation and wealth, we are just given our hand and we have to make do with what we have.…