The town I grew up in was divided, Friendswood ISD against Clear Creek ISD. You could say I lived on the wrong side of the creek--or at least as wrong as upper-middle class, white suburbia can be. Because of where I lived, kids from FISD dominated the church close to me. At this church, as a student in CCISD, I was the minority. Friendswood kids believed we were all poor, stupid, drug addicts, and worse. I struggled fitting in at my own school; fitting in at this church was even harder. One day in Sunday school, we were all in groups working on a team building activity constructing towers out of toothpicks and marshmallows. Regina, the self-appointed leader of our group, was building the tower very tall and narrow. Having a basic understanding of balance and gravity, I suggested we make the base wider so the tower would not topple over. …show more content…
As the tower grew, gravity took its course and the tower toppled over. Frustrated, Regina picked up a marshmallow and chunked it at my face, hitting me in the eye. Embarrassed and overwhelmed, all I could do was cry. After this experience, I knew I did not want to spend the next six ears with the church like this. Instead, I got involved in the youth group and worked hard to build the bond between the two schools. I am so glad I did not settle for the bad situation the youth were in and instead used my experience with bullying to create something better for me and future generations at that
No one approached us to say hello, not even the staff. Several people smiled and others stared at us trying to figure out who we were. “Ideology is the store of social information used to guide social relationships and interactions, whether they are between other people, the physical environment (DrVry, 2015).” As I looked around I remember feeling like an outsider and thinking what have I done moving my child to this school. It was a scary feeling that I was alone and did not fit into any group around me. It was a very foreign feeling to us. I could see the fear in her face and it broke my heart. According to Allen, Nearly all minority groups have experienced both prejudice and discrimination
There was once a little town called Sparksville just inside the state lines of Wisconsin. It was a small town, unknown to basically everyone who didn’t live in Wisconsin. The people who lived in the town were nice to strangers, for not to many people came through very often, and they also had amazing hospitality. So amazing in fact the hotels would let complete strangers stay for free as long as they spread good news to their friends about the town. There was only one school in town for there were only about 432 residents living in Sparksville at the time, but the school was decently sized for a small town. The students were all grade A students, the teachers rarely often had problems with any of the students as they were raised with generous manners. Since Sparksville was such a small town the school didn’t offer very many sports other than Hockey, Football, and Basketball.
Bullying can drag people down in the dumps at school, especially when their friends have betrayed them to join the ranks of the bullies. People can rise up from these incidents with their family and friends encouraging them, like the protagonists
During my sophomore year of high school, news reports broke of "race wars" taking place at Brevard High. I am well aware of the fact that this place I call home is often riddled with complaints of racism, bigotry, and prejudice. While I have never personally experienced this injustice, I sympathize with those who have and hope wholeheartedly that genuine and real change takes place, allowing Brevard to shed that off-putting image in time.
When I lived in North Carolina in 2012, I lived in a small school within a tight nit community. From day one I felt as though I didn’t belong, and the ones who made me feel most out of place were my teachers. My teachers told me to leave and go back to Maryland because if i stay I would fail. I couldn’t believe teachers would say that I was so shocked. My teachers rarely attempted to help me with my work as if I was unteachable because I didn’t learn as fast as everyone else.
Clearwater is acknowledged for yielding, processing, supplying and marketing the premium quality and large variety of sea food across North America as well as Asia and Europe. It includes various kind of seafood; scallops, lobster, clams, cold-water shrimp, crab and ground fish. Recently, on October 30, 2015, with the inclusion of Macduff Shellfish Group Limited, Clearwater has enlarged its production to include langoustines and whelk as well.
The first time I felt different from the rest was my last year of middle school. Before moving to the suburbs of Walnut Creek, I used to live in Antioch where minorities were common. I attended a diverse middle school, where I had a diverse group of friends. My friends and I used to have many things in common, primarily because we were all hispanic. However, all that changed when my family decided to move from Antioch to Walnut Creek.
For years, I struggled in an education system that only served to teach students of crime, where day by day, I would roam my high school hallways in search of peace, which I could only find in a few of my class rooms. I visited many schools during high school through a variety of programs that I was part of and through this I got to interact with students of more privileged high schools in New York City, where the Caucasian population was
Another example was the first time stepping on Haskell’s campus. My youngest had went off to college himself. I was well received by professors, staff and the students. An occasional snicker here and there because of my age. I assumed that I would get a few of those. But, was so excited that I was here and part of it all. Over lunch in Curtis one afternoon I listened to students talking about the prejudice they had experienced at Haskell because of their native color. They were being told they were not part of the In-group. How could that be? I was really surprised until I had experienced it myself. I had a teacher that would use all of my work as examples but then would not give me any credit. Not that I required attention, but, felt I should had some recognition. Our little group would meet for lunch a few times a week and on this particular day my little world opened up to the In-Group Out-Group world. After lunch was over my friend, who shall remain nameless as everyone will know who he is, were walking to our next class when out of frustration I had mentioned my teacher’s attitude towards me. Being a true friend and not thinking before he spoke he said “Well, if you didn’t look so white maybe she would act differently towards you”. So, there I was, in the Out-group when I thought I was in the
It was a very hot sunny morning, as I walked in the crowded, small hallway of Conquering Word Christian Academy, I had a very mean facial expression my face. I slowly walked in the class and took my seat in the small, dirty brown desk. As class was about to begin, I saw people looking at me with very intense eyes, in which I then turned around and asked everyone what they were looking at with an angry tone of voice. My
When I take the time to reflect on what social forces have impacted my life a lot comes to mind. I was born and raised in San Jose, California which is a very multicultural area with people of all ethnic backgrounds. There was a specific juncture in my life that impacted me at a very young age. When I was about 7 or 8 years old my mom took my friend Zac and I to Burger King. While we were sitting there eating and just talking about typical things a 7 or 8 year old would talk about an elderly caucasian male approached us. Now looking back on the situation it was apparent that he was either drunk or under the influence of something. He then proceeded to start throwing racial slurs at me, and started questioning us. In his words “ why a white would be friends with a black “ in a belligerent manner. He continued, so mom called the cops and he was arrested for public intoxication. At the time I was baffled as to why he would say such things, especially to a child. I now realize in his socialization period it was a social constraint for caucasians to be friends with a minority or even sit next to or converse with one. Its unfortunate that people still haven 't come to accept social change, but more importantly I was aware of how prejudice some people are at a very young age due to this instance. Social facts are aspects of social life that shape our actions as individuals (Giddens, 2014, pg. 11). Being a victim of discrimination, seeing my mom and grandparents succeed, and
I decided to move to Utah so I escape New York and its social and racial barriers. Utah came with its challenges, not only was I met with a harsh welcoming from its inhabitants. The lack of diversity, I was subjected to the racial comments from some of the residents of Utah County. My sister blamed me for racial remarks and for the lack of trying to blend in with the residents of Utah County. I attended Utah Valley University where I studied for a year and flunk out. This was the result of years of feeling inadequate; my esteem reached a record low.
One time, I was in the middle of my english class, and we were talking about gender roles back in the 1800s. People started to call out my name as if I believed in such. The teacher of course was able to stop the ridicule almost immediately, but they continued to mock me as I walked through the halls later that day. Knowing that I wasn’t going to fit in with these people, I had decided to just not be friends with them anymore. I found a bunch of anti-social outcasts and became friends with
More importantly, I have learned that no one can touch that, unless I let them. I have shared the process of my growth with Kelly, and encouraged her to look deep into what bullies really try to accomplish. Although any bullying, of course, directly affects an individual’s self-worth, girl-to-girl bullying seeks to destroy the threat. I have a 15-year-old sister, and have witnessed first-hand, the values that many girls hold dear. They strive to be pretty and popular. Some however, are threatened by anyone who could possibly compromise that. These are the girls that become
Growing up in a tight box that I always had to try to fit into, I never knew any different. The expectations, the standards, the cruel words and the harsh stares. Being an outcast amongst others or being verbally battered for reasons I could never fully understand. These were all aspects that were prevalent in my life because I was the Pastor’s daughter, and they were problems I had always viewed as a normality.