My Family : The Life Of A Family's Life

I think I could say I have a pretty tight-knit family. Only immediate family though, like my mom and siblings. I grew up in Fairview Heights until I was five with a brother and two sisters. I was the youngest out of all of them and always got picked on, but as we all have grown up we get closer and closer.

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.

My family has lived here in Oregon since the before the war between the states, and family tells us stories of the good times before all these japs started taking over. Around the turn of the century or so it started to seem like these people were everywhere. It all started with the building of the railroad. The companies brought in those people to build the railroad, and now that the railroad is completed they will not leave. To make matters even worse there is an effort by their leaders to get them to strike for the same pay as us white people that work for the railroad. There has been extremely little or no effort on their part to become like us Americans. I was walking through town the other day and what did I see, there was a huge Buddha statue in front of a new Buddhist temple. They can't even go to church like regular people.

Your life is changed every day and there are many points to your life. One point of my life is that family is the most important thing. Family is an important factor of everyone’s life, it’s who you are and who you have become today.

I’m 17, I’m 5’7, I’m productive with my time, I typed this essay and my family has a tremendous role in my life. With the guidance of family, interests, and the places I’ve been, I have determined the future I want to pursue.

Social class from a sociological perspective refers to a group of people of who share similar status, levels of power and wealth. At the moment in my family I would say that a lower-middle class serves as a best representation of our socioeconomic status. A lower-middle class according to Rosside’s model, accounts for approximately thirty to thirty-five percent of the population. It includes less affluent professionals such as nurses and teachers. I based my family’s socioeconomic status on our moderate position when it comes to income, education, and occupation class.

There are many different types of rites of passage into adulthood in the world. There are certain rituals, traditions, processes, ceremonies, and even some things that we do not even think about. They differ throughout all families. Every family has their rites of passage even if they do not know it. For some people, just turning 18 is the rite of passage to adulthood. For others, like the Sateré-Mawé tribe, have a special ceremony. At the age of 13, they have a ceremony called the Bullet Ant Ceremony, which they must show their strength while they are being stung by Bullet Ants.

While growing up with a sister usually lives in the same home in my case I lived with my mother and my sister lived with her father. I grew up in New York City, and my sister was in Miami two separate locations. The outcome would be, I joined the military and currently attending school for Occupational Therapy Assistant and my sister became a housewife and a Nurse after her separation. How we are raised in two separate locations and one parent a piece can grow up in two different ways. How we turned out is two members of society that paid taxes, both own a home, and live to raise our children.

My family migrated from Buffalo, New York to Dearborn, Michigan in 1993, one year before I was born. My father’s family lives in upstate New York, we visit often. My grandmother passed away before I was born, so I never got the chance to meet her. When we usually visit we would go see my grandfather, Kassem. We called Kassem gido, which is grandfather in Arabic. My father and I would stay at gido’s house when we would go to New York. We would stay the weekends during the school year, and about five days during the summer months.

Why is this important to society? Some people want to know how long they have to live. Knowing exactly when you’ll take your last breath is bitter sweet. Knowing you’ll be dying in a week, month or year can change a person’s life drastically. In society, this could either be an astounding finding or an instant depression just waiting to happen, depending on the way you look at it. Would you want to know?

I was born and raised in a dysfunctional family. I have two brothers and three sisters growing up I didn't see the troubles of the world because they were always hidden from me, but my family was and is not perfect. My sister, Olivia ran away with her boyfriend to Mexico when she was twenty one years old and rarely ever comes to visit, my sister Vicky is an alcoholic who never learns a lesson, my brother Eddie beats his wife and kids and not to mention is also an alcoholic, my brother Tony was a drug addict, an alcoholic, he did hard drugs such as cocaine, heroin, crystal meth,and about any drug you can think of he constantly put my family in danger because of the people he was affiliated with. Thankfully he is currently in a rehab center, getting better day by day after almost losing his life. Now my sister Janett in which I call Nina is my blessing she is the eldest sister and is also my best friend, my support system. She was the one of the few to graduate high school and go to community college, she motivated me to do better and not go down the same path my siblings did. Because I saw the life my brothers and sisters had it encouraged me to do better and have a bright and knowledgeable future, to make my mom proud and not continue the trend of disappointment. Although I was born in Riverside, California I was raised in two different cities, Fontana and San Bernardino. I remember very little living in Fontana, I can remember playing club houses with my sister Vicky or

Family Theory deals with multiple theories that applied to families and those situations that occurred whether it was a job, marriage, husband, or even having a baby. However; I will list a few of those mentioned in my class; Rational Choice and Social Exchange Theory, Symbolic Interaction, Life Coarse and Lifespan theory, and Conflict and critical Theory. The main theories that mostly happen in my Geno gram were life course and Rational Choice theory. In this paper I will write about the theories that applied to my family levels.

I waited for the black truck to arrive at my door. I never knew my aunt, uncle, and cousin, and now they would become my new family. However no one could really replace my real family. My Mom, Dad and younger brother got into a car wreck. I was the only survivor. My heart still aches from the experience. To make matters worse, I would have to leave my home in New York to go and live with my closest relatives in the country. My emotions and thoughts were acting like they had been put in a blender. I was happy that my extended family was willing enough to take me into their care, I was sad because I would have to live away from my home and friends. Everything will be different, nothing will ever be the same again.

Born January 12, 2000 in San Antonio and raised I lived with my grandparents while my mom was somewhere else I honestly don’t know where but she would visit sometimes. I never knew my biological father and I never cared to know. Me being the second oldest with my two brothers we’d always play on the nintendo 64 also living with my grandparents was my cousin timmy whose mom was an alcoholic and dad in jail. Living with them and going to windcrest elementary school until 2007 I then moved to royal ridge with my mom and her boyfriend only ten minutes away from my grandparents. My mom was pregnant with my sister ravin she was born the day before christmas eve and when she came home I was attached to her always read to her and all one year later in may my sister was born.

I noticed how my mother was affected by my brother’s actions, which seemed to replicate my father’s words. She was already tired after working all day to support my family on a teacher’s salary. When she came home, she would have to deal with the consequences of my brother’s failing grades, arguments he has with teachers, and fights he had with students. Then she would have to talk to my dad, who always seemed to be in trouble at work for saying something else he shouldn't have. Watching the sacrifices she made to keep our family afloat. I began to resent my father, blaming him for my brother’s behavior and angry at how he couldn’t keep a job.