Autobiography Of Autobiography

A while ago I saw a saying that said when the opportunity does not knock, you need to create a door. This is the way I chose to start out my autobiography since I have been creating doors my whole life instead of waiting for life to say here is your next step. I was born on August 11, 1985 to my parents in Scranton Pennsylvania. I never really thought about what or who I was until I needed to start filling out college applications and the paperwork for financial aid. This was when I learned how didactic our society is in reality and how every characteristic must have a label. Some of these labels can create stigmas. To these people reviewing the forms I was a Caucasian Catholic Female who came from a working class family. I was attempting to enter the field of elementary education and special education which is a field which is predominately female with pay rates keeping the participants in the working class population. I was raised to never be someone that I am not so I embrace who I am but know that I need to keep my work solid so I do not become stigmatized for being myself. According to the New York Time graphic I was born to parents who based on the categories which I selected are members of the working class. I grew up as a member of the working class, with my parents only reaching the thirty eight percentile.

I know that I am a female since I was taught at an early age that I was a girl. My family members tried to influence me to be a girly girl by buying me Barbie dolls and accessories for the dolls. But my parents did not try to fit me into the expected norms. When I wanted tools for Christmas, Santa Claus brought me tools. I was not interested in playing like a girl like playing school and would choose to play outside with the neighbor who was a boy. At school, I would play tag with other classmates instead of sitting and being social with the other