Personal Narrative: The Shortage Of Women

Diversity can create many challenges when studying with people different from myself, indeed. Everyone is unique, and a certain degree of diversity will exist in every interaction that I have; however, the degree of the diversity and impact it has on creating challenges is dependent on the biases, along with other factors that exist. Moreover, biases and how I weigh my differences will determine the magnitude of the challenges. Some of the differences might be race, religion, physical ability, experience, age, ethnicity, and gender, along with much more. Additionally, diversity can have positive and negative effects while studying in a diverse environment. At any rate, I can overcome the challenges of diversity, but must understand

I am not a repressed housewife. I am not a sweet dormouse that fears making waves. I am a millennial, and I am loud. I am a person who believes in America, and its policy of justice for all. Feminism is a huge aspect of our society. It's hard to scroll through social media without seeing a post about infringement on women's rights. I've never considered myself to be a feminist, and I still don't. However, one incident changed the way that I looked at the world, and how safe I felt within it. This incident showed me who I want to be in the world. My mom and I had just stopped at a Hardee's not too far from my small hometown. We were returning from a college tour downstate, and were starving by the time we reached Manistique. We could smell

My mother never told me the complications of becoming a woman in this world. Maybe she thought I was strong enough to figure them out on my own. Or quite possibly, she couldn't tell me, because she never really knew how to face the complications herself.

“Women’s Regional Excel Centre partnered with Canada Soccer to build the highest level of performance in Western Canada.”

Last week I had the opportunity to speak with a girl who I worked with a couple times last summer. She is from Tajikistan, which is located in Central Asia. She is identified as Persian and speaks Russian. She left her country and came to the U.S on a work visa five years ago. Her story is very moving and deeply touches my heart.

A famous actor once stated “But I learned that there’s a certain character that can be built from embarrassing yourself endlessly. If you can sit happy with embarrassment, there's not much else that can really get to ya.” However, I did not quite agree with the man when I was embarrassed directly in front of my friends and adults. That day I will never forget, I had made the biggest fool out of myself, and I had just given proof to the stories about women being terrible drivers.

Where do you see beauty? Is it a baby’s first breath? Is it a song heard in the distance, so faint you cannot make out the words? Maybe it is a single drop of paint on a canvas or hands broken, from punching the wall out of primal frustration to be immediately regretted. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. To me, as a beholder, beauty is everything. It is in everything. Every single thing I have ever seen is beautiful. All I have ever wanted to do was create more beauty. I have painted, sculpted, carved, sketched, drawn, scribbled and sewed. I have made one million and one masterworks and none have ever really made a difference to anyone but me. That is why I feel I should be considered as a recipient of a Woman’s Club Scholarship.

Since my early teenage years I have been told that the way I think and reacted to things was like a man; so for the one day I had to live the gender experience of a man, I decided to take the role as far as I can. I did everything I could think of doing: I dressed, acted, talked, ate, fixed thing, be in control of everything and I even though like a man.

When I was much younger my Uncle Jim came out as gay. This opened my mind to a whole new world of diversity and has helped to make me the excepting person I am today. Although I am no longer a Girl Scout, starting at a young age instilled some of the great qualities of leadership and sense of self that still remain. It is slightly ironic that soccer happens to resinate as a big teaching point in my life because I only played for a small amount of time before taking up volleyball as a fall sport. However, when I started I was in 6th grade which is pretty crazy with the level of competition in sports now a days. I remember this time with great fondness and look to it for inspiration whenever I feel like I can't do something. This past summer

This summer I had the privilege of being accepted to attend an eleven day, women-only, leadership conference taking place in Boston, MA. Women from all around the world gathered to collect knowledge from presentations and lectures hosted in the halls of Harvard and various other prestigious colleges and universities near Boston, eloquently delivered from the likes of Rep. Joseph P. Kennedy III and Councilor Ayanna Pressley. At the end of the conference, each person presents their ‘action plan’ explaining how they are going to make a difference.

Growing up I struggled academically because my native language was Spanish and I also faced many internal struggles with my personality. In order to overcome my language barrier I had to take English Language Development classes where I was able to improve my English as well as retain my native language. With this advantage I became multicultural. I shared a passion for both communities-- a combination of my Spanish heritage and American lifestyle. From these two communities I got introduced to a whole new world, this was the commence of my personality change. Knowing of my communities I not only became aware of the difficulty of being bilingual but also the impact it has had in my life. As I started to become knowledgeable of the diversity amongst the communities I started to become self aware of my persona and retained abilities to aid my communities.

The punk scene is based around antiestablishment ideas and dismantling systems of oppression. However, as a queer feminine person who’s been enmeshed in the punk community for many years, the scene is not as equitable as it claims to be. I have experienced several forms of gender-based discrimination on various occasions. For a scene that prides itself on inclusivity, heteronormativity, rape culture, and homophobia thrive. This goes to show how heavily the patriarchy is ingrained into our society; even the communities that try to keep it out.

When I was in elementary school, I was tall—my last year, I was just shy of my current height and weight now at 17. I was always bigger, faster, and stronger than all the other kids, and when the others went to play and chase each other across the playground, I almost never joined in. I could dominate any game, so I didn’t play because I was embarrassed. Girls are supposed to be dainty, right? Girls are not supposed to be proud of their prowess. I didn’t fit the ideal image already seared into my brain by countless children’s stories. I wished desperately to be smaller.

Well, society encouraged me to act in “gender-appropriate” ways from the moment my parents found out they were having a little girl so my room when I grew up was all decked out in pink and purple, while my brother got a room with blues and greens. From the moment parents find out what the sex of their child is they automatically assign their child to the color that fits their gender like pinks and purples for girls and blue and green for boys. I always grew up surrounded by flowers and things that are deemed as girly and I found nothing wrong with it because it felt normal to me. Well an example of a socialization I experienced as a child was that I always thought everyone had a stay-at-home mom like I did and a father who worked all day to

To the person(s) who has been given the important but tedious honor of sorting through all the personal statements and letters of intent,