Family View Of My Family

After countless hours of researching The Functionalist, Conflict, and Interactionist Perspectives, I now see just how similar and how very different they are in relation to family. Society is given to separation based on personal beliefs, functions, color, creed, etc. The given perspectives show how societies as a whole view their socialistic status.

Families, as units, are extremely complex and vary drastically from one another. A person might be under the impression that his or her own family is nothing special, especially if they are accustomed to their family’s routines. After analyzing my own family through the sociological lenses of an assortment of scholars, it is now clear that it is not as simple as it seems. Sociologically analyzing my family through the divorces that have occurred in my life makes it clear that divorce can have an impact on a variety of family dynamics, such as my parents and their jobs and domestic duties, the amount of involvement they have with their friends and family, as well as my financial dependence on my parents.

This is a structural snapshot of my family right before my parents decided to try a temporary separation. The external boundary is clear and permeable. Information can move freely in and out of the family. My dad has always maintained authority over everyone else in the family. Therefore he is represented as the larger circle. My mom sits to the left represented by the circle. She is much smaller and is placed closer to the parental boundary because at times, especially in times of conflict, our parental boundary becomes diffused. My dad controls so many aspects of our lives, which makes it natural for her to fall in line with the children.

I possess a diverse background of experiences that I bring with me to the classroom. I lived in Wheaton, Maryland until the spring of third grade. I was immersed in diversity at school and in the community. Additionally, my family engaged in frequent weekend trips to Washington, D.C. We frequently visited the Smithsonian museums and the National Zoo. My family lived in a lower middle class neighborhood. At one time, a family that had defected from the Soviet Union lived next door. I had been exposed to a myriad of different cultures and ethnicities by the time I was eight years old. In general, I had been taught to value this diversity, although particularly my father held some stereotypes and prejudicial beliefs. In 1980, my family moved to rural Spotsylvania County Virginia. During this time, the area was predominantly White and African American. There was very little diversity and the majority my peers had never travelled outside the county and the neighboring city, Fredericksburg. My parents grew up in rural Ohio. My father was the son of a tenant farmer, and my mother’s father engaged in a variety of agricultural industries. My father served in the United States Navy during Vietnam and this experience led to upward mobility. When we moved to Spotsylvania, our family was considered middle class. While the majority of my public school experiences occurred in a relatively homogeneous environment, my experiences following public school were more diverse. The most diverse

There were many different things about my family history because my parents both came from a different family background. The one thing my grandparents have in common is that they are Chinese. One different thing is that they are born in separate places. My grandparents on my father’s side were born in China then came to Burma, while my grandparents on my mother’s side were born in Burma. Another interesting thing they had in common is that they opened a coffee shop during their 20s.

Who we are is comprised of different factors and life experiences. We can all agree that through the family we learn what is culturally acceptable as well as traditions. Furthermore, they provide us with our genetic make-up that at times predispose us to certain elements. In addition, the environment we are raised in also has a strong influence on us. According to Berger "Nature always affect nature and then nurture affect nature."(Page 5) My ethnic background, being an immigrant, my family and my faith comprise how I am. All these factors have contributed in deeply impacting my life.

My family hasn’t had the best luck with dogs. I am 14 years old and I have had 5 dogs in my life. There was Foxy who had a deathly seizure, Jazzy who died of old age and Jitters who passed after 4 months of having her. Things were hard. Now I have two 8 pound pals; a bouncy, bubbly bullet of a dog named Mimsy Moo and a dog-cat hybrid named Kevin Bacon. Kevin is always basking in the sun and taking naps while Mimsy is on the move whenever she can. Mimsy has been in our lives for about a year but we didn’t get her until we went through barrels of trouble. This is the story of how Mimsy Moo became a permanent member of the Kostal family.

My family, friends, and teachers have all nurtured my character, in one way or another. There are some experiences, however that seem to stand out a little more. They seem to be at the tip of my mind. The memories of a loving grandmother who makes me laugh, the one who keeps me going, one who demonstrates a love like no other. In my years, I have seen her invest in an abundance of people. She has led some to Christ. For others, she has offered her hands and feet, in times of need. As for me, she has given pieces of herself. She has shown me what it is to be a servant, she has given me a sense of adventure, and has taught me to never take what I have for granted.

My first cats name was Justin Bieber. He was cream colored and fluffy and he had a sister named May-May. They were both pretty nice cats, I don’t remember them doing much. Then, my neighbor threatened to kill them if they kept sitting on his lawn chairs so that was the end of Justin and May-May. A majority of my childhood was pretty disappointing but not that disappointing.The household I grew up in was very secretive, for example my mom told me that my cats had just “left” rather than telling me that she gave them up to the ASPCA. I know she was trying to do what was best but, things like this always happen in the environment I grew up in.

“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.” You never really know what is going on in someone's life, no matter how it looks from the outside. Some battle’s people face may be more more traumatic than others, but nonetheless difficult. My family is picture perfect, big house, fancy cars, expensive clothes, all of the friends and parties. My mom had my eldest brother at the age of 16. Her and my father both dropped out of high school to financially support this new found family on their own. The day my brother was born, my mom found a note in my father’s pocket, declaring his love for another girl. That is when the years of cheating and family destruction began.

Did you know the name Keller is actually a german word for cellar or basement? Although the origin of the name is not usually common knowledge, the name Keller is a pretty big name in the Tongue River Valley where I have resided the past 4 years of my life. For generations, the Kellers have built houses, preached the gospel, raised children, and made lifelong friendships in this small town. Having this already established connection with the community and it’s residents is such a blessing, yet I’ve discovered that it can also have some faults. The past year, I have pushed myself to become more independent and socialize outside of the comfort zone that my family has established for me.

I will tell you how loved ones viewed me and my children during and after. We got married in our early twenties. In retrospect all the signs were there, but because I came from a close, loving family, none of us knew what we were really dealing with. My family and friends couldn’t miss that he was self-absorbed, always the centre of attention, very aware of the effect his witty or acute remarks had on others. Some friends disliked him because of the way he made others look stupid, but my family supported me and we all assumed that deep down, he was caring and loving and this was just a show. My ex was very intelligent, and knew exactly how to play us all. (In their defense - they are also very intelligent, but have simply never had a close encounter with NPD.) I am pretty sure that he made us move away to a city where I had no family, because they would’ve started to see through him soon enough.

I have got 4 family members and all of them are very dear and close to me. If I need to pick one family member among them to talk about, that would be my father. He works hard to make the family life painlessly. He always taught me to be a good person. So he was my hero in every story and I love him more than world.

“ HELP!HELP!SOMEBODY LIFT THE COUCH!”,my mom screeched for the umpteenth time today. “Why do I even bother trying to relax?”, I ask myself as I dragged my feet into the living room to see what all the commotion was about. As I turned the corner I immediately burst into laughter. My whole family looks at me like I’m crazy. Then I started getting aches in my chest. This moment reminded me of something that happened almost everyday in this house.

had great food and rides all day long. She made sure that she cooked thanksgiving dinner every year to enjoy time with the family. This ritual was ongoing until her death in 1992. It is sad because no one has been inspired to keep the tradition going in the family. I had a lot of different values and beliefs instilled in me as child. I was raised in a multiculturism environment. My worldview was to respect all cultures and their beliefs. I was aware that racism did exist as a child. I was observant to many incidents that my brothers experience with police brutality. My older brother experience racism and was incarcerated for a criminal offense. He served nine years for a crime that he did not commit. The police wanted someone to take the fall that was African American and he was the perfect person to fit their description at the time of the incident. It is almost 20 years late after several appeals that he has won his case for wrongfully accused that the state is awarding him millions of dollars for damaging his life and family.