Personal Narrative: Identity Foreclosure
The Tide detergent bottle gradually moved back and forth, as my father’s elbow creaked, refusing to cooperate. “It’s my own way of physical therapy, you see,” my father boasted. “If I keep it up, I think I’ll be able to move my elbow by the end of the month.” “Yeah,” I whispered, keeping my voice low, because I knew my mother was shut-away in the other room. The lights were off, the door was closed, and she barricaded each ear with a pillow to block out any sound that might further trigger her migraine.
This psychological assignment requires us to break a social norm. In my case, I decided to break an appearance social norm. I thought in something weird, but at the same time really funny. Therefore, I entered to my little walking closet and I took the most brilliant and extravagant high heels shoes that I found to wear them at a place when people usually used flip flops.
Rivera. Session1.Journal What made me want to go back to school was that I didn 't have anything else going for me after high school. I had two beautiful children in the process. I couldn 't find a job or anything it was hard on my own.
Griffith. Session1.Journal Everyone has different reasons for going back to school; I am doing it for my family. The biggest reason is to change my family for the better in the long run of things. They have contributed a lot to my decision to go back and I will be using my experiences as a mom to help me through my time in school.
“Ok, you wait here,” I told Hailey. I hurriedly climbed the stairs to grab my coat so I could walk her to school. Hailey can never run up the stairs. Everyone of them is different height from the last, making it impossible to properly judge how high to lift your foot. Either the stair is too high and she stumbles forward with her foot falling beneath where she was expecting it to stop, or she kicks the step lip with her socked foot.
Today is the big day. The cross country meet. It’s finally wrap up and i heard the all call for all the Cross Country kids to go and get ready. Me and couple of other kids get out of our seats and leave the classroom. We quickly get ready and head for the buses.
For the past 15 years, I was never allowed to sleep at a friend’s house. My parents were afraid that I would be kidnapped or murdered. I wouldn’t even ask my parents if I could sleepover at this friend’s house because I knew the answer would be no. As I joined soccer during freshman year, I knew there would be a Lock-In, where team bonding occurs by having sleepovers. Our Lock-In would be held in a soccer dome near Zona Rosa.
A place I feel a sense of belonging is soccer practice. As I look up from my phone, I see the green grass swaying in the wind. The car drives over the rocks and I hear the gravel crunching together beneath the rubber tires. I grab my water which sloshes around in my small blue jug and get out of the car. I look up and see my teammates, all in a circle, chatting about what happened that day at school.
Many individuals find their identity of what made them who they are as a person from their culture or socialization. Although I didn 't realize it, my family set a positive foundation for developing my identity during my childhood. Despite that, there were several other factors that have immensely contributed to the characteristics I possess as an individual; and there were many aspects that could have altered my mindset, thinking, and actions. All the directions and paths I took throughout my lifetime have made me the person I am. But in contribution to that, it was influential people, mostly being my father, that made impacts on myself; in which, created my identity.
Ever been tested by people, well if you have you would know how that feels. I was tested twice, once by kids at my school and the other by someone (who I want to keep their identity to myself because of personal reasons), and these are people who I thought cared about me but not as much as I thought. The thing that really got to me was what they all said because when I was ten (in my mind I can replay that day like it was just yesterday) the kids told me “you are not worth anything, you will never be anything in your life, why are you still trying to be something that you will never become you are just wasting your time.” About 1-2 months ago the other person told me “you are not worth anything why do you even try it’s not like you can accomplish
Often, I have been approached by someone who speaks to me in Spanish and assumes I understand. As frustrating as it is, I respond in English to push my need for individuality. We currently live in a world where your looks, your clothes, and your language are all victims of stereotyping. It becomes imperative for us to find our own identity and be unashamed of who we are. Language itself seems to be fighting that battle with us.
Interactions between other members of society plays out like a sort of play. At least Shakespeare thought that 's how it went, for me it 's more like a poorly produced sitcom. Like a sitcom, there are plenty of roles each character, including myself, needs to fill. Unlike a sitcom, the lines are not memorized beforehand, nobody has any idea what 's happening and nothing gets solved in a convenient twenty minute episode. These roles people find themselves in tend to be ones they find themselves learning early in life, while others are picked up at a more mature age.
Socioeconomic identity Socioeconomic is a status that people put on each other based on their income, education, wealth, and place of residence. I never actually knew what my socioeconomic identity was. I never though it mattered to much. Probably because no one ever talks about it so in my mind it never existed. I was a young age though when I finally found out what my socioeconomic identity.
I have a confession to make. One that makes me wince a bit and pushes me uncomfortably against contradictions it creates in my identity: I am in an impassioned relationship with the creation of a ‘perfect’ wedding. Hours of reality television shows about affirming the best dress? Check. Casually browsing wedding registries at Macy’s?
Starting over Starting over might be easy when you are young, but if you are middle age and already have a stable and calm life, it is very hard to start over. My family and I moved from Egypt to The US three years ago, so we had to start from scratch. We found systems in the US are different from my country. After we found a good residence, our concern was finding employment. I was a science teacher in my country, so I tried to find a job in the educational field, but there were a lot of requirements to get a job as a teacher.
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