My Social Location Life is like a million puzzle pieces, and without those pieces we wouldn't be a complete puzzle. Nevertheless, that's exactly how my life is set up. With the pieces, of my imperfect life, I am more of a person, but without them I'm incomplete. I believe I'm no different than the other, but in reality I really am. My puzzle consist of me being a young, middle class, black female, who did not grow up in a single parent home. My parents are still happily married, and unlike most married couples, they is very, very limited arguing within our household. Furthermore, I was raised in the south with a christain background. Social location is the groups people belong to because of their place or position in history of society. Excitingly, I am a 23 year old black woman, and in todays society, us as black woman are being more empowered everyday. Although racism still exist, in my life I have not been treated in any disrespectful way because of my race by other races. Honestly I believe that since I'm a lighter black female people realize that I'm mulatto in some type of way. So I've been questioned all my life about my history behind the color of my skin and eyes. I feel that …show more content…
My mother and father has great jobs that always put food on the table, clothes on our backs, and great trips and other things that allows us to always keep a smile on our faces. However, with me being the oldest out of the bunch, I was basically the experiment. That child to go through everything, and I believe that I've paved the way for my younger siblings. Sometimes it was a privilege and other times I went through hell. From the first boyfriend, to having an early curfew, my first car, the list goes on and on. However it mode me into becoming a great older daughter and great big
My status as a young African-American Muslim female, has impacted the way I view certain situations. I was born and raised in Canada, but was raised by immigrants from Somalia. This has provided me with the ability to see situations from a Canadian perspective, as well as the perspective of my parents, who were raised
Overall if it wasn't for my ethnicity, religion, and income I would not be the person I am today with the same values and morals. It is apparent social classes are revolved around income and power and people are born into social class but that does not mean a person has to stay in that social class. As for myself being raised a catholic Latina, with working middle class parents my destiny does not have to be the same. Sociologically, social structure affects almost everything in our life from our ambitions to our social life and the way we interact with others. sociological imagination helps us to understand the effects of social forces on our lives.
Have you ever been discriminated against simply because your skin is darker than the next person? Have you ever been told by someone that “your pretty for a dark skin girl or boy?” Have you ever been racist toward your own race? Since long before we or our parents were born, the black community has faced this problem of racism within the same race. In the black community, it is said that if a person has a lighter skin complexion, then they are superior to those with a darker skin complexion.
Being a mixed race American, especially a woman has an affect on life trajectory specifically from a lower middle class background. Social class is a lead factor when determining one’s social location. Your socioeconomic status has a part of what group you will be in. Social class places us in groups. Social class is huge part of determining
Because of some of the circumstances that make me who I am, it is hard to say I have any one definitive home. Instead, I have had two true homes, ever since I was a young child. What makes this even more of a conundrum is that my homes have always had little in common, even though they are only a few hundred miles apart. Between the big city of Houston, Texas, and the small town of Burns Flat, Oklahoma, I have grown up in two very different towns that relate to one another only in the sense that they have both raised me.
Within my fifteen and a half years of living, I have experienced many heart wrenching moments that have changed who I am, so many that I stopped trying to keep count long ago. Like most teenagers, the past couple of years have been some of the most confusing, hectic years of my life. I'm at that age I'm trying to figure out who I am, as well as who I want to become. As indecisive as I am, I will more than likely change my mind a time or two, but right now at this very moment, I've finally come to terms with who I really am, and what I would like to do for the rest of my life.
As I read the article “Underground Dads” by Will Haygood I saw that everyone doesn’t have it like I did. I grew up with both of my parents and I got everything I wanted. I really look up to two people in my life, those people would be my mother and my sister. The reason being is that they both showed me how to be an independent woman. I am so thankful for having them in my life and by them teaching me the way life goes helps me become the person I am today.
Moving is lots of work took me 4 days to pack and 5 to get everything from one house to the new house in Firestone. It was an extremely sad day when we moved because we have lived in that house for 10 years and have had so many memories like when i had my first sleep over i went down the stairs in a pillowcase and broke my hand and the time my sister did a cartwheel down the stairs and broke the railing and my dad was so hostile and frustrated. The part that made me so hostile is when people had to come to the house and look at the home very cautiously i could not be in the house at all i had to leave and and be out of the house of half an hour with my 1 year old brother. It's extremely stressing to have a little brother that but I admire
I was fifteen when it all began; the laughing, taunting, teasing, the confusion. It wasn’t always like this. I used to be happy.
Growing up was always a challenge for me since I’m the oldest of eight daughters. And with being the oldest comes consequences. While my father was strict, my mother took a unique approach with raising us : She always told us that we would wield influence in the world through the powers of beauty and love if we wanted to. My mother even made her own beauty creams. With me being the oldest, I didn’t have a choice ,but to help my father with his work, because of my high intelligence he forced me to study medical science.
In conclusion, the truth is that though things are slowly changing for the better, skin still matters and, on the whole, the world believes it is better not to be dark. We have come so far in American history to get where we are today, but it is still not enough. Until the day where blacks and whites, men and women, have equal rights in every aspect of society, we will be a nation divided. Something has to give. Someone needs to stand up and let young girls know that they are beautiful no matter what their skin color is. I pray that there is day when equal rights is what society strives for.
My earliest memory of discovering that people could be treated differently due to their racial, ethnic, or cultural association was when I was taught about Rosa Parks. When I began to understand the oppression that African Americans faced and still face today, I was baffled by the inhuman things that occurred. The first real life encounter that I had with such issues was in middle school. A Caucasian boy was poking fun at a African American girl due to the color of her skin. I recall being at a loss for words and feeling angered that the boy felt that it was okay to talk down to someone based on the color of their skin. That display of disrespect has allowed me to build a culturally aware
Our parents work hard to get us where we are today. Due to the fact that my parents had lack of education and there English wasn 't that good they wasn’t able to get a job that was more relaxing. Though they work in company only they were able to earn enough to raise all of us. Through nurture, now that I’m older I don’t exactly see all the struggles that my parent had gone through to raise me, but I do see and understand more about the struggles. Their love for us, nothing can compare to it. Seeing what my parents had gone through and how hard they have work inspired me to work hard, go to school get a good job so in the future they can depend on me and just rest.
Once upon a time, I saw the world like I thought everyone should see it, the way I thought the world should be. I saw a place where there were endless trials, where you could try again and again, to do the things that you really meant to do. But it was Jeffy that changed all of that for me. If you break a pencil in half, no matter how much tape you try to put on it, it'll never be the same pencil again. Second chances were always second chances. No matter what you did the next time, the first time would always be there, and you could never erase that. There were so many pencils that I never meant to break, so many things I wish I had never said, wish I had never done. Most of them were small, little things, things that you could try to glue back together, and that would be good enough. Some of them were different though, when you broke the pencil, the lead inside it fell out, and broke too, so that no matter which way you tried to arrange it, they would never fit together and become whole again. Jeff would have thought so too. For he was the one that made me see what the world really was. He made the world into a fairy tale, but only where your happy endings were what you had to make, what you had to become to write the words, happily ever after. But ever since I was three, I remember wishing I knew what the real story was.
I am most surprised with the theme of culture; I never put it together that me living in a small town would affect me so immensely. I understand how family affects my life because I learn from my parents but culture is not something I think about being around all the time although it is immersed into my everyday life without me knowing. My individual agency plays a role in the social constructions I have chosen. In my family I listen to my parents but also my individual agency has forced me to rebel against them and be myself sometimes. Although I am a quiet person and that reflects my culture when I get to know people I become open and act my true self. Although I enjoy small groups and being close to people I also enjoy meeting new people and I think if I were raised in a city I would love living there as well. I like going to the city and shopping and I dislike how there is nothing to do in the small town I live in. I will continue to think deeply and relate my actions to the social constructed that I have came to understand throughout this analysis. Since I am average and my social position in society is normal I will continue to respect other social positions. I will also influence others to grow and create themselves however they want without relying others. I am involved with Big Brother and Big Sister and I am excited to help mediate children