Personal Narrative: Diversity In The Military

I am a product of a military family. I am not the average combination of a straight mixed race. I identify as black and white. I am a mulatto. I was born in Dayton, Ohio; furthermore, I grew up in the small town of Cedarville, Ohio. My parents both growing up around the same area: Cedarville and Springfield. Even though I was not in the military, my experience as a military brat shaped me today. I endured academic and cultural identity struggles throughout the years. I bring aspects from all the locations we were stationed. Moving through five different locations I was engulfed in foreign locations. I contribute a unique standpoint of diversity to the Ohio State University.
My dad joined the Navy way before I was born in 1988. In 1997, as an enlisted second class petty officer he left the military. My dad felt

He decided to become a civilian and worked with two automotive suppliers. In 2003, my dad decided to join the military as an officer. Our first cycle of moving occurred in 2006. We were sent to San Jose, California. When I first arrived it was a culture shock. Coming from a population of majority white people into a multicultural area ruffled my feathers. Not only was the cultural environment different the people were different. I grew up with my classmates at Cedarville Elementary and in San Jose I was forced to make new friends. As a second grader, the challenge is a easier. In June 2008, my family packed up and moved four hours away. Stationed in the "beautiful" San Diego. As a fourth grader, I made friends instantly, but the friends in San Diego were unfamiliar. The kids were harsh and rude. They would call me names and I grew up to resent San Diego. The beaches