My Family, The, And Conservative Household

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.

The family I grew up in has been by far the largest influence on how I think, and they have taught me many great things and have been amazing parents, however in this essay I will focus on how my views have differed from theirs, and how I have learned to think differently. My mother is a small town in the middle of nowhere Oklahoma, and my father is from San Antonio, Texas. I have two sisters, one who is eight years old than myself, the other is two and a half years younger. I was born part of the middle class, white, and I 'm a male. Born in Dallas, Texas I 've spent the vast majority of my life in Frisco, Texas. The entirety of my childhood was spent growing up in a Southern Baptist Christian home. From a young age I was taught in church, which I attended for preschool, that an “acceptable” family is a mother and a father with children. This traditional family model was the setting in which I was raised, so I didn 't realize for a long time that

Nevertheless, as we grew, my classmates and I no longer had the same attitude towards each other. These unaware toddlers, subliminally primed to perceive the world around them as their parents regard as fit, discerned the social ranking of each person in the room. I existed as the lonely piece in the puzzle box that didn’t fit anywhere, an estranged visitor who misplaced herself into their little bubble of friends. I hardly received any invitations to affairs, such as American Girl Doll parties and pool parties, as result of the monetary gap of what I could afford and the moral differences between my family and that of my peers. My mom pushed me to ask if I could attend and suggested I bring one of my stuffed animals instead, which of course came off as an atrocious idea to me at age 7. I did not desire the connotation that bringing a regular stuffed animal to a party with girls who had hundred dollar dolls would cause. Sour and ungrateful feelings began to plague my head due to what I had, in comparison to those around me, did not constitute enough. I only became increasingly alien to those around me as we all grew together and the separating factors in our lives were no longer shallow material attributes as in what plantations a person’s ancestors owned, how much money a person’s family had, or where a person had lived all their life. I could only imagine how unfathomable nonreligious views appear to those who have been

The way that I was socialized growing up was through my interactions different people of different races due to my military affiliation and being transferred to different locations every three years and more recently storytelling from both my parents about things they both went through while my dad was away. They instilled some of that storytelling into me and I used that technique to tell some of my experiences. Furthermore, most of my life revolved around the military and religion. Those two aspects are what keep my family together and those were the main forces that shape my siblings and I growing up.

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.

I was born and raised in a small town in North Carolina, so small in fact, that not many know it even exists. Right in the heart of the south, I've grown up with very strong family ties. I love biscuits and gravy, or some sweet tea as much of the rest of them. However, growing up in the south comes with certain downfalls as well. At a young age I began to realize that the majority of those around me were closed-minded, not intentionally, but it was still present. By the age of thirteen I knew that I was different than what most people in the south would consider normal, I didn't have a strong southern drawl, wasn't interested in hunting or fishing, and quite frankly didn't love going to church. However there was one distinctive characteristic

I was born to a nondenominational Youth Pastor and a Medical Sales Representative on July 30, 1996 in a tiny town in the Philippines called Naga Growing up, I spent most of my time with my many cousins. There was always someone to play with and always something to do. When my dad got the opportunity to become the Head pastor at a church in Northern California he took it. In November of 2002 my mom quit her job, we packed up our belongings, said our goodbyes and moved to Fremont, California.

Growing up in a religious household can benefit the family lifestyle by promoting a greater message of positivity, building more immersed family relationships, and teaching peace over discord.

Oppression is defined as the “unjust or cruel exercise of authority or power, a sense of being weighed down in body or mind”(“oppression”, 2018). My father told me “I don’t want you to have friends, your sisters are your friends”. I felt like I was put into a lot of awkward social situations because of it. I spent most of my childhood not talking to people outside my household unless my parents said it was okay. My peers labeled me as shy and timid because I wouldn’t say anything to them. In the ninth grade I freed myself from the mental state that oppressed my thinking. I started making friends at school, but it was short lived because my family moved to Georgia. The move was overwhelming, especially when I started my new high

Growing up in public school until freshman year, my first day of Sophomore year at a private Christian school was very different. I was used to a diverse class of over 400 people and now my class consisted of thirty, all white students with the exception of one asian male. Everyone also had the same religious beliefs. The switch was shocking, but did not seem like it would be too challenging. For the most part I fit in, except for one thing: almost everyone’s parents had a happy marriage where their dad’s made money and their mom’s stayed home.

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.

The most important part of growing up involves the lasting impacts your environment has made in shaping who you are. It also helps define what kind of person you will grow up to be one day. Each person’s social environment has an impact on the way they perceive themselves. Yet someone environment contributes tremendously in who they are. Growing up in a hard-working Catholic family, excluding the fact that we’ve moved around a little bit, my environment has helped me become stronger and more independent. Yet, I have learned that people, most of the time, not only get influenced by their environment, but they also become one with that environment. After consistently going to church on Sundays, I have developed important Christian values that have structured my identity now. I have also learned that life isn’t always good to you, but only you

That type of life made me a cold person. I used to think about killing people, and I would fight at school, daycare, and church. To this day, I feel like beating woman is a typical thing in society. I saw fights at home, school and the streets. I understand why kids act out in school; it’s simply because their parents don't pay them any attention at home. I brought home all C's and got a whooping, but when I brought home all A's no one paid me any attention. So why would I do well in school? The only time some of my family pays me attention is if I get in trouble or have some drama. When everything is good no one has anything to discuss. But when everything is bad, then it's something to discuss. There was a point in my life where I wanted to move out of the hood, and when I turned 19 years old I had an opportunity. I got a band scholarship and went to Alabama State University. While I was at Alabama State University, I met Jesus and my life changed. A little at a time, I started to find my identity in Christ. This happened in 2007, but let's go to where am at in life now, which is

I grew up in a household slightly different from the average household. This abnormal household showed me that no matter the family unit someone can have a positive influence in their life that will push them to achieve their goals. We lived in Maryland so the cost of living was high my parents had to work multiple jobs. This means my brother and I really had little to none parental or supervision growing up. I am only four years younger than my brother so I would hang with his crowd of friends rather than mine. In my household, my mother’s niece, Monet lived with us she is about ten years older than my brother. When my brother and I would wake up and I would be the only person in the house. I can remember waking up and smelling the freshly cooked waffles and bacon downstairs. Monet was my mother’s brother, daughter. Monet became so close to my brother Avery and I she was almost as if she was our sister. I can remember growing up and she would always say, “You don't have to take the route I took, its many more exits on the highway.” Even though I was young I was not blind to the fact of Monet role in the community and her neighborhood job I never judged her, she did what she had to do to make ends meet. It was an experience every day, or anytime being with Monet. She was so popular around Maryland it was almost like everywhere we went we received respect love. Now that I look back at the past, I see that Monet has taught me a lot that I know and live by today. I could

I could best describe my family being from a lower-working-class socioeconomic status during my childhood years. I base my answer on the fact that my father came to the United States as a migrant-worker when he was only 12 years old, never finishing up middle school. After years of coming back and forth from Mexico to the U.S. my father finally establish himself and meet my mother who only finished middle school. The biggest stress my family experience during my childhood was after the fact that my parents separated and my father gain full custody of me and my two siblings. Since he didn't have any family in the U.S. he was forced to take us (his children) to Mexico to be under the care of our grandparents while he stayed in the U.S. working