Essay about Being Different - Short Story

Everyone is an outsider. I mean think of it. There are so many different groups of people in today’s world, that for one person to be involved in every aspect of those groups, they would have no free time whatsoever. Take a high school for example. You have the athletes, the academic group, the geeky group, and to add on to these, it is like there are sub groups as well. Some geeks like to play sports, some athletes are very intelligent, there is no one way to place them all into one specific box. Now when the term outsider arises, that can only be taken in context. For example, an outsider to an athlete, can be that kid that only sits outside and reads during lunch, but an outsider to that kid, is another guy who is playing basketball by

Being an outsider is a position that an individual does not fit in with the rest of society. Areas of society are often called clique at which we feel like we must coordinate our actions to follow and pleases. Those actions leads to the anonymous question should the outside, those who do not follow the rest be embraced or rejected. Corresponding with the rights of our world, we are seen as equal, yet we do not always follow that. Outsiders should be rejected, providing them growth, individuality through independence and, crucial life skills.

Some people have more advantages than others, while the rest are left with disadvantages and struggles. Peggy McIntosh mentions that as she was growing up, as a white person, she was taught about racism in a way that would make other individuals are at a disadvantage. White people had certain privileges that others did not.

"Guishugan" referred to the sense of belonging for a person in Chinese language, and for me in the childhood, the tiny television screen with Hollywood movies was the only thing that I could capture a bit of ascription. By watching those dynamic teenagers who shine like the brightest diamonds of the world in the shows of American high schools, I was dazzled by their uniquenesses and ashamed for myself because my poor ability of self-recognition. I excused myself for the reason that I lived in a nation where distinctive qualities weren't encouraged, yet there's nothing to worry out, I suppose, everything would be just as same as the movie portrayed once I land on the solid earth of the United States, like those heroines, the process of discovering

When I first started thinking about college schools I never thought about going to MSU or Ole Miss. I wanted to go to the bigger universities, but I knew I wouldn’t do well if I went there my first year. My high school did not prepare me enough for University, and I hadn’t decided on a major either. I choose East Central Community College (ECCC) as the school I would go to for many reasons, and when I got here I knew I made the right choice.

A journey is something that must be done in everyone‘s life. The journey starts when the person is born and ends when they die. People are all searching for their own things. Some search for things like: money, power, fame, knowledge, peace, understanding, and a sense of who they are. Some people do just for the thrill of adventure. Siddhartha wants to find his individual place in society through personal experience and follow no one else’s ideas but his own.

Throughout our readings this semester, the theme the outsider has been present. The outsiders in these selections have all had similar roles. One of the main roles was subjection that developed from the feeling of unequal standings. This subjection silenced and forced many from the mainstream.

Have you ever felt like an outsider? The outsiders is a book written by S.E. Hinton based on the social groups at her high school, the greasers and the Socs. But which one of the groups are the real outsiders? The answer is more complicated than just picking one of the groups, they could be more than just one group of people.

A norm is defined as expectations, or rules of behavior that reflect and enforce behavior.(Henslin, 2009) When people are in public settings we expect individuals to behave in a certain way. For example when standing in line to see a show or to purchase an item we expect everyone to stand in a single file line. We expect individuals to wait their turn as they proceed to the front of the line. Another expectation or norm is we expect individuals to have dinning etiquette when eating in restaurants. We expect people to dine using the proper utensils. I thought about this example as I was pondering for an observation to perform. I decided that I would take a chance and visit a well respected restaurant in my area and break the norm

“A Single Story” could lead most of the people to dangerous consequences which limit their perspectives, thereby creating stereotypes to others and analyzing the problems wrong. Therefore, it’s important to have multiple views and stories about everything. As we live in a society that is full of diverse information, there are many ways to make much easier to get a variety of stories and most of the events that are happening now in the world than a hundred years ago, such as social media, newspaper, television. People could put their own ideas online to show others and others also could absorb various perspectives. This highly improves most of the people in avoiding having a single

So I got ready I put on my Aaron Rodgers jersey I made me some cereal and as some toast than my packers hat slowly putting it on I grabbed my 2500 dollars and left the house after that I was on my way to shrimps house I arrived at the house and slowly opened the door to find out the crew was there I t was me Cameron David red says, Eli and Colbert so I slammed the door and said how are we gonna pull off this stunt red blurted we can ask Cameron mom for money so quickly got my belt out and started to beat him down mercilessly it got so out of control I grabbed a bat and smacked him read laid there unconscious and bruised we got business again then Eli raised his hand I said yes Eli you have an idea he said yes dad we can all go and look for money I said that's not a bad idea but we may need a better idea to pull this stunt.David blurted we can all.

Was there ever a time in your life where you felt like a stranger or an outsider? Well I have, it was when I first transferred to Nanakuli High and Intermediate School what made it feel more left out was that it was already deep into the school year my 8th grade 4th quarter. I felt left out and felt like I would just be jumping into somebody group and it felt weird who knew if they wanted to hang with me or not. But without it I wouldn’t be who I am today.

When it comes to religion I have always felt like an outsider looking in. I grew up as a ‘relaxed Catholic’, going to religion classes, getting my Reconciliation, my Communion, and my Confirmation, but all the while I had my doubts about the things being told to me. People would tell me that I have to believe that in order to save yourself, I must believe explicitly that God existed and that he rewards the good and punishes the wicked. The idea that the whole world was created and that I must believe in this perplex idea of a poor man who walked on water, cured blindness, rose from the dead, and was for some reason white even though he was born in Bethlehem (which is in modern day Palestine) was something that caused me to push away from religion totally.

“I don’t what to go!” Mark shouted. “But you have to.” His mother responded gently, to avoid angering Mark further. “But why? It’s not like I learn anything there.” he exclaimed. “Well it’s not like you will learn anything here.” Mark’s anger grew before he left the room, slamming the do behind him. A few moments later, the doorbell rang. It was Mark’s Father, who had returned from work. “So, how did it go?” he asked. “Exactly what you expected.” “I see. We still have to send him there. Without an education, he will get nowhere in life” Mark’s father said. “But you know how he is. He doesn’t trust anyone. It won’t be long until he is picked on by the other students.” “But you can’t keep him here. You know that.” The two remained quiet

At times in life there comes something called change. In my opinion, I was not a big fan of change. You cannot imagine how I was feeling when my mother announced that we were moving. It was the middle of my sixth-grade year, I was feeling countless emotions, none that could be explained at the moment of the announcement. The main thing on my mind was school; my friends, my outstanding teachers, and the environment. All things I had left behind. All I could think about was, “How will I ever adjust?” I knew exactly what was to come, I knew exactly what I was going to become, an outcast. There were numerous of ways on why I was feeling this way, but