Personal Narrative On Conformity

I would say I am not very different then most of the students that sit before you everyday. I have hobbies I enjoy and favorite places to eat, but unlike them I have some traits that make me standout from the rest. Allow me to elaborate, I was born in Sebastian, Florida where I was exposed to a lot of different cultures and people. Going through elementary school I got to learn quite a bit about the wildlife in our area, and that is where I gained my love for animals. However, as I grew up I began to take interest in many different subjects like video games or soccer. These activities made me the person I am today, but also take up a majority of my free time. During high school I was a straight “A” student who joined several clubs and committed to several volunteer opportunities. I graduated top ten percent of my class, and applied at several colleges, but laid eyes on F.I.T the most due to my major of Computer Science. In all this short summary of my life may help you better understand the reason behind why I chose the following proposal.

What is identity? The definition as a person’s own sense of whom they are, which their past define them. Identity is very important in our society, no matter your social status. I can attach identity to belonging to something or place. As human race, we feel the need to belong to a group or place. Because belonging to a group or place, give us the sense of identity.

As my norm violation I chose to alter the way we are supposed to be dressed and look in public as society says. I walked around the marketplace in a backwards low cut shirt, backwards ripped jeans, one blue shoe, one red shoe, and a bright pink wig. First, I went into the yogurt store and everyone was staring at me with blank expressions and kids were laughing. As I walked over to get my favorite mango yogurt an old man jokingly asked if I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I told him no, I just liked to wear my cloths this way and that this was my natural hair. After I left the store and started walking around the water fountain, girls my age were pointing, giving me dirty looks, and some were laughing as they whispered in each other’s ears. Guys my age looked confused when they

My seventh grade year was NOT off to a good start. You know when you go to school on the first day your parents are always telling you to make new friends. Well that’s exactly what my mom told me, and her advice only worked halfway. You see, I had indeed made new friends. The only problem was that one them had some jealousy issues. It all started when I met her. Audra was a drama major. We had met in musical theater. We became friends so she introduced me to her best friend, Alejandra. The thing to remember was that Audra had strict parents who wouldn’t let her do a lot of things outside of school. That meant that whenever I asked her if we could hang out, she would say no. By this time Alejandra and I had become friends. Not close friends

The significance of this triad is that these are the three major parts of the “conformity” culture of the 1950s. The first part was the idea of women's “place.” This was the idea that a proper woman’s place in society was in the home. The ideal woman was married at a young age, primarily tended to her husband and children, and hosted parties and events for the other women.This was a reaction to women working in World War II and a fear that this departure of domesticity would continue. The second part of the “conformity” culture was a very strong sense of community. People searched for this because of the constant mobility required on workers by many corporations. Whereas before people were likely to be born, get married, and die, all in the

Fucking in your forties with teenagers in the house is reminiscent of fucking in your teens with parents in the house. It is funny how now we think we are being so smooth with our locked doors and many showers at the oddest times, or the cover stories we fabricate and the questions we ask after out of paranoia when it probably isn’t even necessary and most likely only generates the suspicions that you were trying to avoid. It certainly isn’t like the threat of getting caught is a turn on or any motivating factor at all but more the fact that when the mood strikes, that we hate to pass up the opportunity.

The word normal doesn’t apply to someone that’s terrified to throw a gum wrapper in the trashcan. It was a ten-step journey that could transform my life forever. To step out of my chair and making it back safely as if a demon was chasing me seemed simple to others, but mentally draining for me. In order to accomplish my mission, I thought out the steps in my head.

Linda you gave me a secret life you showed me what i actually am. I still remember the day we met. In foodland in normy you were stressing about what u needed for an experiment and i asked u are you okay. You said no im going to fail my science class. So i asked do u need help and well you said yes. And from that day on we were best friends your parents loved me i was apart of your family i skip a day of school to go too your school as a guest. You introduce me to all your friends and i kcked the shit out of the guy bullying you. I dislocated hit sholder and i got i alot of shit for it and i did not care one bit and u told the principle that he punched you in the eye witch he didn't you got your mate too hit you. That day ill never forget i

A few years ago, my friends and I got into a fight. Two of them (Lucy and Hope) were upset about me hanging out with someone else (Bri), because they could not believe that someone as ‘weird’ as Bri could steal someone from their group. This was very hard for me, especially because it caused Lucy and Hope to become closer to each other than they were to me. My confidence was shot, and I did not know what to do about it. I felt much like August in Wonder, when he hears Jack talk about him. I still wanted to be friends with Bri, so our friendship continued. This is similar to when Summer is asked by the popular girls if she wants to be in their group, and said no.

It was an typical day at school those ordinary days were I would go through my classes, meet with my friends, and so on continue with my day. I was somewhat content with how life was going I had good grades,a healthy relationship with my family, and I had great friends. Well it was that ordinary day when I felt betrayed by one of my closest friends. I had began to have this routine with my friend to meet with her at a certain location everyday at lunch, one day I waited for her and waited and came to a realization, well she maybe she was not at school today. Later that day I found out that she was in school inclusive she was hanging out with other girls. Friendship has always been important to me and I have always been much forgiving to many

I turned towards people who had went down the same path that I had. I turned towards three people, and not a single one was my best friend. I wanted to tell her; I really did, but every time I typed up a message I found myself scared she would judge me. Liagh is my best friend and I couldn’t bring myself to tell her about my biggest struggle, I honestly didn’t think she would understand what I was going through. I turned to people that I am friends with, but they aren’t my best friends. I talked to Aj and Abby before I could even bring myself to tell anyone else. Abby was simple and took what I was saying like a pro; she knows the pain of cutting yourself. More importantly she understood how to handle what I was going through. And Aj went through the same struggle that I was going through, so he understood me greatly. He was worried and for the next few mornings he would walk with me before school. Sometimes Brianna would tag along too. After talking to Aj and Abby I turned towards the guy that I broke a promise with. No one knows Dylan, he lives in Ohio and I met him at a church camp. He and I talked about everything and just when I needed him most, he left. Although it hurt, it proved the fact he wasn’t worth my time. If he can’t continue to be my friend through the bad, he doesn’t deserve me at my best. I confided in these people because I knew they wouldn’t tell others, or bring it up. So the morning after

My uncle found Steve and me jobs and willing spon-sors, and three years later we emigrated to New Jersey. We were beyond excited! We felt as though the world was at our feet, and we were moving on to a new and exciting chapter of our lives.

People have always made me feel like I don’t fit in with them for the dumbest reasons I have ever heard. Some of the reasons were that I was too tall, that I wasn’t what they would consider smart, and, the most personal one, was that I looked like a girl, since I usually had long hair. Those may have hurt me and knocked me down a little bit, but I didn’t stay down. I got up and realized that those people are jerks. Around sixth grade, somebody, that I thought was my friend, stabbed me in the back by telling people a secret that I had confided in them not to tell anyone. Once again, I went for the low blow, and told people that he was gay. This was a Christian school, so the students there saw that as a “bad thing”. I was 12 years old at the time, and looking back, that was probably uncalled for. I had made a decision that I obviously wouldn’t do today, but that’s not an excuse for what I did, neither is her telling my secret to the rest of the school an excuse either.

“The rest of the world may sign their name in black or blue ink, but you are going to sign Kate in gold,” I muttered to myself in the mirror before my first day of high school. Since then, I’ve known that I was much more than what I had imagined. For me, I always dreamed of being a teacher or a doctor, but I allowed my curiosity to wander and I found my passion for politics. At the age of eight, I was learning and embracing what fascinated me, and was not permitting anyone to stop me. With this credo, I held my head high and became the young woman I am today. I have embraced the fact that I am a strong nonconformist, an inquisitive journalist, and Editor in Chief- or my idea of a free spirit.

In the first telling of my personal narrative, I did not consider including what had led me to a point where I began to embrace my identities and become proud of my heritage as Korean. There were many factors that led me to be who I am today. The reason for leaving out the information was because there were so many people and occurrences that led me to the point where I am now. For example, moving to different elementary school where there were more diverse body of students, annually performing at the Mosaic in the Korean pavilion, my parents being a positive role model, and becoming a volunteer teacher at the Korean Language School are some of the reasons which have led me to be who I am today. As I was surrounded by people who were interested