Stereotypes-Personal Narrative Analysis

Being separated from English speakers in Pre-kindergarten, translating English to Spanish for my family, ,making scavenger hunts at La Pulga to find affordable clothes and furniture,looking for books in Spanish for my Abuela so she could have something to read, waiting for my parents to come home from long work days, watching I.C.E vans appear at my neighborhood on my way to school, being told that I'd end up pregnant before I even got a chance at going to college and that I shouldn't speak Spanish because I'm in America, I was very conflicted with how I saw my family and background.To be Hispanic was no different that realizing that once the word is broken down, His-Panic, was nothing more than something shameful.This was my world, my childhood

The danger of a single story is that they let the powerful downgrade the weaker because they create stereotypes, they can hurt the people, and no one gets represented from the culture.

Much to my own embarrassment, my Hispanic heritage had been a thing I hardly thought of. My Father left my family when I was young, and with him went the hopeful wisps I had of learning about myself. It’s not to say that I wasn’t aware that I was Hispanic, but rather, growing up in a mainly white household I didn’t think I had any right to claim my ethnicity. However, the more I look around me and learn about the community Hispanics have grown accustomed to, the more I find that I understand where I came from. To me, being Hispanic isn’t about what you were told when you were younger, or the traditions you grew up with. Rather, being Hispanic is about learning where you come from, and learning about those who share your same heritage. ‘Hispanic’

Being Hispanic means that you are a determined person. As Hispanics we have many struggles that we must overcome if we want to keep fighting for our dreams. I was born in Mexico and was brought to the U.S when I was three years-old. Coming from Mexico, I only knew how to speak spanish. When I first went to pre-k, everything was going fine. My teacher spoke spanish, so we understood each other. Once I got to Kindergarten everything changed. My new teacher didn’t know spanish. One day I had to go to the bathroom, so I asked her in spanish because I didn’t know how to say it in english. She told me that she wouldn’t let me go until I learned how to properly say it in english. At first I struggled, but I was determined to get it right and eventually

It was hard to adapt to the system. I was, and still am an outcast. The language was the hardest thing to learn as a child. It was hard because as a little girl I couldn’t ask my parents, the only people I trusted, for help. They were clueless about the language also. Because of the great language barrier, my full potential wasn’t shown and I was held back. At the same time, my parent’s matrimony wasn’t going so well and they separated. Soon after the separation, my older sister and I moved with our mom away from the west coast. It was just us now. Times were rough. My mom was always working. Her three jobs didn’t permit her to bond much with us. Back in that time I didn’t understand the circumstances, but today I am extremely grateful for her and her determination to never give up and her only reason was me and my sister. Moving to away from the west coast benefitted me a lot. There were less hispanics so I had no option but to learn English. After I mastered English, it would bring me great pleasure to see my name in the honorary roll. I loved the look my mom gave me when I received recognitions from my schools. It was a look of proudness. Our different skin color, language, and culture were motives enough for American people to make us outcasts. I would get so angry when kids would make racist comments about me and my country. I have learnt that some people aren’t educated to know that people are people no matter the culture, the differences. They weren’t taught to respect. I’m forgiving to those who made me feel less because of my

Moving to the United States was one of the most challenging things to do. I was forced to say goodbye to my comfort zone and travel 5,000 miles to an unknown land. At the time, I was only eight, but I remember what life was like in South America. The pain I felt while boarding the plane was unbearable; however, little did I know that moving to Indiana would help me feel closer to my family back home. Although I am from Brazil, being a part of the Hispanic Community has brought much happiness to my life. Since Portuguese and Spanish are fairly similar, I was able to fit in with the Hispanics quickly and grow unbreakable bonds with some of those kids. Whether it is because Spanish comes easy to me or because I love the culture, Spanish class

Anyway, going back to when we were kids, sometimes Ken would babysit me and Maddie. He was 14 at the time and no one knew then how unstable he was, my parents thought that they could trust him. The first time that he crossed the line we were outside playing. It was a cold day in December, I'll always remember that because I was nervous about the upcoming Christmas pageant at school.

There was an old “CRT” TV, like the type that had littered the shelves of my brother’s pawn shop, hitched up against the corner of the convenience store I had just walked into. Although the image was blurry, I recognized immediately what was showing. I placed the hood of my sweatshirt over my head and walked in, my hands stuffed in the two pockets on either side of the sweatshirt. I cursed the fact that the sweatshirt had the words “Donovan’s Fight Club” in big, decorative cursive letters on the back, embroidered by the lady down the street from the club. I grabbed the milk I had come in for and scooped up a bag of Skittles for Margie. Then I walked up to the counter, pulling out a wad of bills from my back pocket. The attendant, much to my

When I was a toddler, I was potty-trained as most of us are. One winter break many years after I believed I had mastered the use of my bladder, my family visited my cousins. Santa Claus had been especially generous that year and given them a Wii, the most valuable gift my eleven year old self could have imagined. I was excited to race my sister, Sydney, in Mario Kart. Midway through the first lap, I realized that I desperately needed to go to the bathroom. I asked if we could pause the game, but everyone agreed that my absence would be a forfeit and Sydney would be crowned victorious. Having competed with her many times, I knew that losing was not an option. Winning meant excuses and insults to me in order to belittle the victory, but if I

With the roadblocks in Callie's adoption it's been a long couple of months, but she was finally getting adopted tomorrow. The whole family couldn't wait for her to officially be a Adams-Foster.

If a person say he has never been prejudices or biases, personally, I don’t think that individual is being truthful but it can be visualize in many ways. I admit I have been prejudices sometimes. Sometimes, I go by looks if I indicate that you are not a smart individual I don’t place myself around you. You can be the smartest individual but if I don’t see that, I don’t involve my self with you. But I have worked on it a lot. We live in a stereotypical world an we judge, we don’t do it intentionally because that’s just how we are. For example, you see a guy running down the street towards you in a black hood looking mad we gone try to get out of his way, and from hat moment we have place him in a category. White people, black people, or race,

Lately the news cycle has been dominated by extreme violence, one of the main protagonists in these news is race. Particularly black people being assassinated. This trend even though poignant, is not new to us, as citizens of the twenty-first century. The world is beautiful, but also a dangerous place, we have famines, plagues and wars. The world changes all the time and this can be scary. People deal with these fears in different ways; some chose to adapt, some futilely fight to conserve the illusion of the present. Some chose to extend their hand to help their brothers through times of crisis, some, out of fear, chose to close the door when those who need help knock. Fear evolves into hate, and hate gives birth to the wort side of humanity. We are our worst when we hate, the world has seen the birth of hate groups, such as The KKK, Nazi Party, ISIS, Extreme Black Separatists movements etc. A Kraken, is the beast that represent these hate groups, they are all different tentacles coming from the same head: Hate. And the tentacles, hate groups, the only one thing that separates one tentacle from another is who they bind and kill. The Neo Nazis are one example of fear channeled through hate, Neo Nazis believe that the Arian (white) race is superior to all other races. Moreover they believe that it is their duty to maintain the Arian race pure

2006: A group of smiling faces greeted back at me, like the pretty, welcoming American Girls at New York I dragged my mom to see with me. “Yes!, did you see that? I got sweet, one point for me!” I exclaimed with my tiny fist pumping up and down and my butt wiggling from the excitement I could not contain inside of me. As the condensation from the fresh rain beaded up on the surface of my water, forming lopsided smiles droopy eyes, I blew hard and long; I consumed the biggest puff I could huff and puff, enough to blow down the three little pigs’ brick house. I slashed one tick mark and smiled proudly when there were no tick marks on the other side. The seven-year old me cackled softly as I sneakily slashed one more tick mark. A single sweet

“This woman could’ve lived. Instead, she chose to commit suicide rather than face life alone. Rather than face an eternity in some dungeon.” Kat took a deep breath and spoke loudly and firmly, “This is what your maxims do to people.”