Narrative On Identity

Identity can mean different things to different people, but for most people, it’s about one’s personality and experiences. The 21st century has seen young people in various parts of the globe have a preference for some desired identity, which they deem superior, rather than accept their own identities. For example, in Goin Gangsta, Choosin Cholista: Claiming Identity, Neil Bernstein makes a case on how a number of people have claimed ethnic individualities other than their own and this is not an evil obsession (Bernstein, 1995). In this essay, a girl named April and her friends (and by extension most young people) believe that “identity is not a matter of where you come from, what you were born into, or what colour your skin is, but it’s everything

Many people of different ethnicity have passed over many obstacles and difficult experiences where growing up in a new country has been like a great wall where you cannot exceed to the other side by much effort can put. Growing up in the United States may differ between types of culture and education given by parents. Over the years many people like me with double identity can struggle to be two person at the time where you communicate and experience new cultures in other family or persons. At home, you are the other person where you communicate with your first native language; you interact with family regularly with manners, traditions and culture. It 's really difficult to have two identities and do not know who you really are, in the book "The Namesake" by Jhumpa Lahiri author, demonstrates the theme of how hard it is to find an identity in America. The protagonist of the book Gogol, during his childhood went through many difficult stages related to his identity and find himself like another characters that passed the same way.

Many things are important to us, one of these is being accepted by our society. We all hate to be the outsider or the new kid, because we feel alone and secluded . In “Who Am I This Time?';, Helene Shaw’s job kept her moving to a different town every eight weeks. She became very cold to her

When people see me for the first time, they assume that I am African-American because of my skin color. However, when they hear me speak, they assume I am Latina because I speak Spanish. When they finally meet me, I can tell they are very confused. Yet this very confusion is what I appreciate most about my identity. No one can say for sure who or what I am, and I like being an enigma.

In America there’s different types of labels that people consider themselves for example Hispanic, Latina Chicana, or Mexican American. The way I consider myself is being a Hispanic, immigrant and paisa and having a minority meaning that us has Hispanic people we have a less amount of Latinos and every state. A reason why identity is important is because some people may see you like a different type of person they may think you are Chicano, Chicana, or Latino when you are really considering yourself in a Hispanic person. Why do I consider myself a Hispanic, immigrant, and a paisa? The purpose that I consider myself those three labels is because my foreign language has always been Spanish.

No one dreams of being the last kid picked to play on the playground or the adult who is constantly ignored by their peers; everyone wishes to be a valid member of society. The beautiful system of acceptance and reliance is significantly more enticing than living in isolation. As humans, we constantly seek approval from others, while hypocritically judging them at the same time. This perfection seeking mindset creates an ever-present stigma around those that don’t quite fit in with the expectations of a community. Thus, the demand of fitting in with the crowd can be stressful, and the fear of rejection tends to be overpowering. As in today’s society, the pressure to conform and be welcomed into a societal role was remarkably high in the early

beautiful feelings. I was blind and now I see! There is no turning back, I have submitted my life

The instructor took the wheel first, ours was a retired Army master sergeant who I suspect had been special ops, but a very cool and competent guy. We sped around the racetrack, he threw the car in reverse, slammed on the brakes and put the car in reverse direction. We would learn or try that maneuver...all of us, even the person who had never driven before. We learned how to avoid a roadblock and how to use this maneuver to turn around quickly and head in the opposite direction. We learned to be on the lookout for vehicles on the side of the road and not to drive by those either. Now, about the drinking the night before, I really didn't overdue it, but I got real queasy in that back seat while the others were driving, although I could

My identity can be defined by moments in my life. Moving to Canada, learning English and going to high school are three major moments in my life. Going through these experiences have changed the person in me and made me more confident, stronger, better in everything.

Where are you come from? Where is your family? Questions like this can be sensitive, paradoxical and intimate to people’s identity and their social locations. In America, we come from variety of cultural backgrounds and consist of different types of community based on religion. Being an American could be Jewish, Christian, Italian, gay or firefighter. Therefore, finding your position is not easy while balancing all other factors among your community. Factors may come from family, friends, community and religion and those could be very confusing to your own identity. Sometimes we have troubles to understand the identity between oneself and social community, and we may lost on the road while we try to set our roots and families. As human, we have choices to embrace our community and blend in with crowds, or deny the existent fact of ethnicity, run away from it. For Adrienne Rich , an American poets, an essayist, a committed feminist, she identifies herself to the reader, as the product of a Jewish father and a gentile mother. But she cannot find her identity throughout her childhood and her death in fighting her family religion and her community. On the other hand, Michael Perry, after 12 years of travel and living in New York, a registered nurse and magazine journalist, returned to his childhood town, New Auburn, and identified himself as a voluntary firefighter and joined the local rescue department in his home town and set his

I left everything behind and refused to go back. I left the one thing I wanted the most, but found the one thing I needed, freedom. My dark cloud of regret was behind me as I entered my salvation, Amsterdam. I entered the gates of Amsterdam and saw a multitude of smiling faces and entered the light. I had no recollection of how I got there, but I knew he wasn’t here I could feel it. I was finally free and I walked through the golden gates knowing I could start over.

All born into the world, living our lives all differently, we are all born to be ourselves not the same cookie cut out. Over the years, I have notice the major shift in the society norms for the people of the ages of 12 and up. Watching as the girls wear the same basic clothes or makeup and the boys dress in their tan pants or their floppy hair styles. I have conclude that the actions that are taken place, have been pushed among my fellow classmates by society. To fit in you wear a certain clothes, you interact with one another a certain way, and you even talk in a certain diction. Not saying I haven’t played my part into this game of acceptance, my guilty hands have purposely grabbed certain clothes in hopes to catch the popularity attention, even when I find the clothing not to express the person I am in any shape or form. Losing yourself to the crave of acceptance is the saddest truth during the recovery of realization.

I grew up in rural Indiana with three brothers. Our family was a little different than most because all of us children had been adopted. The oldest of us, Andy, was two years older and had cystic fibrosis which meant he probably wouldn’t live to be 30 or more. The remaining three of us were biologically brothers. Triplets in fact. Our parents adopted all three of us together for some brave reason. I used to joke that there was a buy one get two free sale at the adoption agency and that I was the only one they actually wanted. It was never hidden from us that we were adopted, but it always left me feeling that I didn’t quite belong in certain family functions. I wanted to feel like I belonged in my environment. The military

In years past, I felt as if I need to conform to what was around me to fit in or be considered a normal person. I struggled with this for a long time until I realized on how unhappy I was. I thought that if I had done all these things that I belonged with my peers .I learned that I would be much more happy in my own skin and doing things that make me happy as well. I learned that it was okay to be different and have a strange personality and perspective on life.

Everyday I am on a constant race to discover who I am as an individual. I am fighting this battle whether I choose to acknowledge it or not. Donald Hernandez has written in his book Children of Immigrants: Health, Adjustment, and Public Assistance; he talks about major key points, but the most important one state “Third, because life chances differ greatly according to race and ethnicity in the United States, and because of the race and ethnic composition of immigrants to this country has shifted markedly during recent decades,” (3). That is true trying to be one thing is very hard in USA society has an effect of how you may become as the individual. If I were in another country they would just see as an American and nothing else, but the place that I was born and raised they see me as what my parents are Nigerians. I am not American because my parents are from Nigeria; this has been a very constant thing, because of several definitions of what it