Personal Narrative: My Stereotypes

I was born and raised in the small but growing city of Perris, CA. This isn’t the best city out there but it tends to grow on you, and you begin to truly love it for what it is. The people, however, not so much. The community can vary from which part of the city you’re in. That’s because there’s diversity here in Perris. I’m a product of this diversity, being half Mexican and half African American. My parents fell in love after high school and later on began a family. I am the youngest of five. I have two older brothers, an older sister, and an older cousin who lives with us. The order is boy, girl, boy, boy, girl with my cousin being included in there too. We all live in the same house with my parents and are quite close with each other. They all seem to have raised me growing up due to the fact that my parents were busy trying to provide for us. This was a challenge by itself, resulting in lots of house moving and my father being unemployed for six years after losing his job. I never complained about moving because I knew that my parents were doing their absolute best and were working with all that they had and then some. This unquestionably made me adaptable to new environments and gave me a

When I was extended seven feet above the ground, I knew we had succeeded. My two bases were in front of me and my backspot was behind me. I heard the familiar counts of my backspot “one, two, three, four”, I bounced and pushed myself up into my bases waiting hands, “five, six, seven, eight”, I straightened as my bases lifted me up to chest level. I locked my knees and stayed tight. I put on a smile and looked ahead. I felt my backspot release her hold on my ankles. I heard her voice once again, “extension, one, two, three, four”, I brought my hands down to my sides and focused on staying tight as I slowly rose, “five, six, seven, eight. I was all the way up. Then a few moments later I heard the counts as they brought me to chest level then back down to the ground. We had done it, we had hit the stunt and did an extension.

Do you want to know what reveals who I am? Keep reading and then you will find out. I’m going to be talking about what reveals who I am. This is going to be my topic through the whole story. I am going to be talking about multiple things in this essay. If you want to find out, then keep reading.

Ironically, even though my generation tends to be more liberal that certainly has not been the case for my friends. Specifically, my male friends tend to fit every “redneck” stereotype and are hard core republicans. Coming from a small school, I was stuck with them regardless of if I liked it a lot. Surprising, I grew to love it and look it as another opportunity. I tend to be very outspoken with people I feel comfortable around. Because of this my friends are sure to know where I stand on issues. Being the only direct and vocal democrat in our friend group set me for endless debates, name-calling, and even an occasional agreement. The debates I had with my friend were often long and aggressive, especially when I tend to be the lone wolf in

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“Drink” it ran from the stereo “Drink, significa bebida.” My sister and I had to sit on the couch every day and listen to a painfully perfect repetitive voice teach us English. My sister caught on pretty well with the language but she still had to repeat a grade due to the language barrier. I started off in preschool when we came to Massachusetts, so I had more time to adjust. I grew up shy, after coming from Colombia, but I made friends. My whole life was changing, but I never saw it as a bad change. But slowly I came to realize how Americans, through stereotypes and the media, perceived Hispanics latinos. The Hispanics on TV were usually loud, working minimum wage jobs, and frequently not as bright as the white charming main characters. Gradually

Imagine the typical asian household. Most people would think of a plain, very quiet house with children that are constantly studying mathematics or practicing the piano. Their parents probably wouldn’t like their children to be doing anything but studying. These students are not involved in the school as much, and focus mainly on studying, getting good grades, and getting into a good college. This is what most people would think when they see an asian kid in the hallways of school. They would be the quiet, shy kids that aren’t really interested in anything, really. I, however, do not fit into this stereotype.

My personal beliefs are interventionist. I feel social conditions are substantial factors in creating barriers and that it is society's responsibility to dismantle them. Discrimination in society plays a large role in who can participate in activities, for example in wrestling you wouldn’t expect individuals with limited mobility to be active in the sport. With a proactive, student centered, open minded, differentiated instruction approach we can dismantle the barriers that are created by society, thereby reestablishing equity for all. Referring back to my example I have witnessed blind, deaf, and congenital hand deformities perform exceptionally well in wrestling with the encouragement of coaches, teachers and parents. I have seen these barriers

At a young age I was thought by my parents to ignore people who constantly make fun of me. Back to my younger days, I was always teased by my classmates and continually get called “China.” People were stereotyping and I was being labeled down because I was Asian. Students used to think I was very smart, some were even making fun of me because of my accent and how I speak. Last but not least was all Asians were considered “Chinese”

Have you ever had a thought in your mind where it comes out of nowhere and hits you like a freight train? An idea so amazing that you’d stop at nothing to make it happen. A couple weeks ago we started a group project in English class called “Social Monsters”. Each group had to choose a “monster” that plagued the world today from a disturbing alphabet video. My group, me, Harvey and Ben, choose world hunger as our monster.

In this essay I am writing about why I believe people viewed me the way they did. They saw me the way they did because people only see what they want to see. They get these impressions about me based on the way I present myself. For example, I dress appropriately based on the place I’m going, therefor people may think I care about my outward appearance. While at home, I don’t put in any kind of effort in my outward appearance because I know the people around me won’t care much, unless I were to have company over.

Blemishes, flaws, insecurities. They are ubiquitous. For me, my biggest imperfection was my lack of organization. From kindergarten through high school, I would constantly have my belongings scattered across my house. My family nickname was unkempt Tanvi. Amazingly, I managed to never miss homework assignments and important events. However, I soon realized my success was impermanent.

When I read the descriptions in the textbook I could not believe how spot on they were. As a little girl I would have been seen playing with one other person. It did not really matter if the person was a boy or girl however. I moved around and was an only child, so I was happy just having the one friend within walking distance. At age 7 my best friend was Ian. By age 10 it was Linda. My closest friend growing up was Geri. As described on page 265, we met in middle school, and we were very close. We spent more time talking than any other activity. Even though there were others in our circle of friends, we were not as close to them as we were to each other. At that time in my life, I there was no other person as supportive and understanding as

My upbringing, up until college had a large impact on how I viewed gender. I believed strongly in the two gender binary, however, I was raised to be respectful and kind to people, so that lead to me being indifferent about people who strayed from the gender binary. However, after being enlightened through USEMs and WGS classes, I realized ‘indifferentness’ is not positive ways to view something different. The feeling of being indifferent can translate to ignoring or not addressing and that translates to oppression. The good person I am does not want to make others feel oppressed or make anyone feel anything but love. Therefore, I have taken it upon myself to find out more about gender, sexuality and other issues. I believe I am at a good place

Perhaps my story is different than Gomez’s story, but the feeling of inferiority I experienced was almost the same. However, I didn’t have negative images of myself like Gomez and his group had " It’s clear now that we entered the contest with negative images of ourselves."(Gomez 204) I entered this challenge with a positive image of myself, and I didn’t ever feel a shame or in less rank than anyone. I knew before I started that job that I could face huge challenge. This positive attitude helped me find out a lot about myself, and my ability to deal with insulting situations. I entered that world with receiving offensive sights and remarks, and left it with earning a lot of respect and honor.