Riddle of My Life

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When asked to look at my life from a Sociological point of view to better understand my story caused me to truly examine me. My life has had to change so many times throughout my life because of people and things around me changing. But if I am honest with myself I would still have to say I have always been me and been true to who God created me to be. So let’s take a journey and see if we can figure out the Riddle of My Life (TCO 1). My life did not start out as what socialization would call normal. My mother a twenty-five year old female who was told would never have children, been married and divorced, then married again to who would be my father. Six months into the marriage she left him because my father and his families’…show more content…
Being in the sixth grade, only Caucasian female, very intelligent I was the minority in the class and school (TCO 5). Not many students were educated, wanted to be educated, so it was a major struggle for me to learn at the rate I was accustom too. In that year I quickly learned what racism was and how it played a very heavy role in society (TCO6). I got to truly understand how other ethnic groups looked at what I had always been taught that Caucasian where the majority group but that is not how I truly felt (TCO 8). I was part of the in group, everyone liked me and I like everyone. They all knew that in my eyes I did not see color and explained that as I saw it we were all equal just some of us understood what was being taught better than others. We all enjoyed our sixth grade year together it may have been a little dysfunctional but still a great group of youngsters (TCO4). As I got older my life was more dysfunctional then most girls at the age of thirteen; I was a mother because of abuse from my grandfather, I was a wife, a full-time student plus had to work to try to keep food on the table for my family. My family was below poverty, we received food stamps, housing assistance and my husband also received social security disability insurance because he had cerebral palsy. So how much more of a stereotype of a dysfunctional poverty stricken family could I have
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