Analysis Of Antwonon Fisher

Experiences That Created Me Life is wonderful, it is something that we all value and never wish for it to end. Life also has its gruesome moments. One day you’ll be loving life, the next day you’ll hate it. We all have our ups and downs in our life but, as people say “That's the way life works.” Most of us had experience problems that are simple or complex, that has a huge impact on our life. Antwone Quenton Fisher from the movie Antwone Fisher (Antwone fisher. (2003). [film] Directed by D. Washington. Cabrillo National Monument, Point Loma, San Diego, California, USA: Fox Searchlight Pictures.) had a life filled with problematic situations. He had been abused by his ‘foster’ parents, sexually harassed and lived with no real parental
Not only have you spent most of your time with, you have created a special bond with him/her that no one could ever replaced. Anything could break that bond, simple as a fight. Antwone Fisher had lost his friend from his own eyes. A gunshot to his head and a life that was cut too short. I had loss many close friends, whether if s/he were a good influence or not. You are now suddenly alone, no one to trust or any company. A bond you think that was suppose to last a lifetime, gone in the speed of light. My close friend and I were always seen together, we were attached to one another. I have made a decision that I didn’t know that hurted him/her and that lead to me being ignored and thrown to the trash to be forgotten. Today, I constantly see him/her and it reminds me of our memories that once brought me joy, now a lifetime of regret. Antwone and I both experienced in the loss of a best friend through our
People stereotyping a culture and believing that it's okay, that it won't affect anyone. Antwone growing up was faced with racist comments, people trying to break him but he survived. Growing up asian, I have seen/ heard things that hurts me deep within. People stereotyped that all asians have chinky eyes and they have to be smart. I admit that I have small eyes but, I don't admit that I’m smart. Growing up I was pressured to being this ideal imagine of what a person calls ‘asian.’ Everytime I get a bad mark on a test/ quiz, someone would comment“Why didn't you get a good mark? Aren’t you asian?” The truth is that I tried my best on that test/ quiz and I was happy to received a decent mark. To have someone to say those comments hurts me, and I accepted to call myself a horrible asian. I know today being asian doesn’t specifically fall in that definition and that I could simply be me. Fisher and I were faced with racist comment and managed to pull