In the article “The Space In-Between” by Santiago Quintana and “All guts, No Glory” by Molly M. Ginty shares three points in common discrimination, adjusting, and accomplishments. Throughout the articles both authors discussed how people were prejudice towards them how they adjust to their environment, and what obstacles they overcame; what they accomplished.…
Lisa Delpit says that for students to be successful in school and eventually the workplace, they have to acculturate into the culture of those in power and doing that they lose who they are, their identity(Delpit, pg 25).. She talks about children who are economically better off than students who come from lower income homes, that opportunity and acceptance is better, but children of color are left to fend for themselves. I agree with Delpit because too often teachers are constantly telling students how to speak, read, and write they forget that children have lives outside of school and what may be their norm and what they expect, is different in their student’s lives.…
From an early age, I can remember going to school and being confined into my own social group of friends conveying in each other about daily problems, emotions, and how our personal lives are going. At those points in my life I had a sense of peace and felt anything I told my peers of this group they could relate and wouldn’t judge anything I said. Why would I give you this little piece of my childhood you may ask? To answer that is not being able to relate to anyone in the class or school who wasn’t from my racial background. As like in Beverly Daniel Tatum’s article I was one of those kids who sat at the lunch table full of blacks feeling as if they were the only people, in the school who I could relate to and understood me being a person of color.…
Entering a new environment, especially when it comes to being a new student, can be terrifying, however, it can be further alarming when you are a minority. Being a minority in a large school population increases the student's chances of being rejected, bullied, and possibly harassed by their peers. In Sherman Alexie’s The Absolutely True Story of a Part-Time Indian, the difficulty of transferring schools is brilliantly conveyed when the protagonist, Arnold Spirit Jr., decides to break through the confinements of his racial status. Alexie’s work, directed toward minorities, effectively displays the protagonist’s struggle to adapt to a new social environment by utilizing significant visuals, illustrated by Ellen Forney.…
At nineteen years old, it is difficult to believe that I have had nearly two decades worth of experiences. Although it has been a bumpy ride with many ups and downs along this journey, I am who I am today directly as a result of those experiences and how I dealt with them. My family, school, dance classes, and peers have all had a hand at shaping the confident, bright, and enthusiastic college student that I have come to be. Immigrating to the United States of America from Armenia in 1988, my family has been one of the most influential agents of socialization in my life, greatly impacting how I perceive myself, the world, and the situations I find myself in on a daily basis. Shortly after my parents, older sister, grandparents, aunts, and cousins (totaling nine people) settled down in a twobedroom, one-bathroom unit house in Glendale, I was born. From what I am told, we lived in the small house, crammed with 10 people for a few months. Eventually, everyone except my mother, father, older sister and me found other homes and moved out. Two years after I was born, my younger sister was born and my family, as I know it, came to exist. My family, more specifically, my mom and dad, are responsible for what I learned during the early stages of my life. Although they tried to assimilate into American society, my parents undoubtedly also wanted me to be aware of my Armenian-American subculture. Since people can only teach what they already know, it is not surprising that my parents taught me first the Armenian language, as well as the values and beliefs common in the Armenian culture. I also learned the norms, both prescriptive and proscriptive, that my family accepts and follows and I continue to adhere to them today. Also, my parents passed on to me simple mores that have helped me learn to distinguish between what is right and wrong, ethical and immoral. Furthermore, my family has influenced me…
Since elementary school I always wanted to fit in with my classmates. Since I live in Missouri with minuscule amount of diversity, I was the only Asian kid in school. It was hard at first to fit in, but as times changed I made plenty of friends. I've become well known thought my school. "All I had to do was to find and accept myself, discovering my try identity in relation to the external world (J.J. Jonas)."…
Most of my life I’ve attended school in Waconia. Waconia somewhat lacks many different kinds of diversity, but throughout the time I’ve went to school here, I have always tried to surround myself with people of different backgrounds. Not letting others influence who I am has always been an important value to me. Whether it's a difference of income, political opinion, or even ethnicity, I have always been capable of finding commonalities with myself and my classmates, and becoming friends with them. With all of these different types of diversity, I think I have learned how to collaborate and adjust to people who are different than me. While my appearance and background may be very similar to everybody around me, I still know what it feels like to be different.…
When I got to Port Washington, New York I was an outsider. I was pulled out of the comfort of an international private school where everyone came from a very similar upbringing and placed in a public school, where I was integrated with people from many different cultural and socioeconomic backgrounds. These kids had known one another since kindergarten and had formulated ironclad groups which seemed impenetrable. I had been swimming on a competitive team since I was six but because that sport was not offered at the school, I joined a club team. I also stepped out of my comfort zone and tried every sport the school offered in hopes of creating common grounds but my efforts were futile. Even the way I played was seen as violent because of the cultural gap.…
For the once isolated immigrant from the hot deserts of the Middle East, never have I expected the open doors of opportunity at my grasp and the growth that soon followed within the freshman year of high school in the US. Before my immigration, I never truly experienced the challenge of a demanding curriculum. As such, I experienced an immense culture shock within my mind. Despite the difficulty of the transition, I knew it was worth it because I discovered an aspect of myself that remained dormant till I entered the gates of my new school.…
Being raised in an Asian-American house, of course my parents advised me over and over again to focus on schoolwork indefinitely and become a doctor. However, I learned to have my own ambitions in what I want to pursue, and that would inadvertently shape my identity. People tend to characterize themselves with the people around them, and it happens from childhood to adulthood. This isn’t personal identity, because it depends on the surroundings to mount an impersonal decision. True identity is being able to construct one’s own opinions and thoughts without influence of others, no matter the quantity or quality. Like in the “Commencement Speech at Mt. Holyoke”, in order to find one’s own identity, one must “set aside what your friends expect, what your parents demand, and what your acquaintance require . . . about how you should behave”(Quindlen). Quindlen had gone through several jobs, several roles, and inadvertently went through several identities as well, looking for what she wanted to be. In doing so, she had to sever ties with any social or cultural influence around her. Having true identity means to be true with oneself and not to give in to social…
The moment we are born, we enter a world in which there is a fine line between conformity and our identity. (It’s outstanding how people chooses to change who they are in order to not be perceived as different)By conforming to the pressure of those around us, we are allowing the need to feel normal dictate our identity. Firstly, due to society’s portrayal of having children being the norm, people often believe that those who do not choose this lifestyle don’t fit in. Additionally, because of the pressure put upon the Korean band, EXO, they were forced to change and conform to their record company’s ideal image. Moreover, by confining to social pressure, I lost sight of my racial identity. Lastly, through The Giver, Lois Lowry paints a picture of how society pressures people to conform to their ideals by eliminating their choices. With this in mind, the battle between taking the risk of being different versus people’s desire to fit in often results in conformity winning the fight, ultimately losing hindsight of our individuality.…
Growing up as a child in Anaheim, wasn’t as imagined. The demographics of Anaheim was filled with a Hispanic population accounts for the majority of the community. As a result to the high number of Hispanics in elementary school. Children are very blissful and ignorant when knowing the difference and social standards of race, however my mind was not equipped for my first years of elementary school across my street. The first day of school, looking at my surroundings filled of different ethnicities, I already had noticed that I was the different one, the outcast, the Asian. Of course at that time, my realizations did not have much of an effect on my self-esteem or social status, but as time proceeded, I felt singled out. As time passed to the second and third year I started to feel the racial prejudice as the Hispanic kids referred to me as “china” even though I was not Chinese. At the time, I was even really sure what the word meant but it hurt me that the kids were calling me “China”. The word was muffled almost every corner I turned and the stares of ignorant kids would keep me from being myself. I later came to realization that children can be very nasty and mean but their obliviousness can be cured with knowledge and acceptance.…
• The battle is internal: it is a psychological war won by the “courage to be me”…
Growing up as a kid in a single parent family we weren’t the wealthiest but was far from poor. My mother worked at the Hostess factory for about 9 years and made a pretty decent living, which placed us in the lower-middle-class community. The urban neighborhood I grew up in according to Fedinand Tonnies (R.Schaefer 2010) would be a Gasellschaft community. Living in a lower-middle-class community most of the schools I attended were racially diverse, but it was almost impossible to not be drawn to the different ethnic groups you relate to because of your racial background. Throughout grade/middle school I always had friends of different ethnic groups but once I entered high school there was almost a sense of segregation between the students as far friendships. Once I reached my junior year in high school my households’ social class had went from lower-middle-class to lower-class due to my mother being terminated from her job (TCO7). We no longer were able to afford the big 4 bedroom house I grew accustomed to. My mother, my sister her two children, my grandpa who had recently was diagnosed with lung cancer, and I which would be considered my primary group were all now living in a 2 bedroom apartment. We were then introduced to government…
My ballet company gained new members, many of whom were Asian, and we all shared our experiences with Tiger Moms and being the rare Asian in our schools over platters of dim sum. Participating in the Asian Pacific Youth Leadership Project taught me about the diverse Asian-American community, the importance of self-love, and encouraged me to become more involved in my community to make meaningful change. Through learning languages, I met people from different backgrounds with unique perspectives on our world, and each interaction made me prouder of my Vietnamese identity and more appreciative of other cultures. In a way, I’m thankful for my middle school experience because in high school, I was able to take my negative experiences and develop a passion for human rights. Had I continued living in Silicon Valley, being Vietnamese would have just been a fact, but never something I really embraced. Being put in an environment where I’m different and not always comfortable forced me to examine and defend what is important to me, and now, as much as I appreciate the American culture I have learned to embrace, I could not be prouder to be Vietnamese-American with two…