This I believe essay
Not everything is how it seems. Most people see a big house and nice cars as the answer to happiness, that if you have those things in return your problems will be solved.
As a child I grew up in a two story suburban house. I grew up with both of my parents who both had nice new cars, a decent relationship, and a lenient way of parenting. To bystanders we seemed like the perfect white upper class suburban family. But underneath the material there were things lacking.
I was fortunate enough to grow up having my mother around daily she was a stay at home mom until I entered middle school. This made it rather easy to build a strong solid relationship with my mother that I still hold on to today. However I wasn’t fortunate enough to see my father every day.
My father grew up in a three bedroom house with his 4 sisters and his mother and father until his father passed when he was 18. My father’s room was in the attic with no heat or air conditioning. When my grandfather passed my grandmother was a wreck so my father didn’t get the opportunity to go to school instead he went to work to support his mother and his sisters. It wasn’t until my father had been working in the ship yard for ten years that he got the opportunity to go to school. By this time he had a family which consisted of my mother, my older brother Mitchell, me, and my younger sister Madison. What that meant was that my dad, the only source of income for our family due to my mother staying at home with us, would have to go to work while earning his degree. This was tough for him, and our family. My father felt like it was important to give my sibling and I what he wasn’t fortunate enough to have when he was younger –stability. So for the first 12 years of my childhood I saw my father two days of the week, Saturday and Sunday, and during those days he was doing homework or trying to rest.
So here I was an upper class white female who lived in a neighborhood built up of houses that were cookie cutter replicas of each other. Every friend from my neighborhood had both their parents just like I did the only difference was that their fathers were around. They were around to teach them how to ride their bike, how to throw a baseball, and spending bonding time with them. And when I was younger I used to get upset because my father wasn’t around to do these things with me. For quite some time I had this overwhelming feeling of jealousy that hung around for quite some time until I started to get older and made friends outside of my neighborhood. I started meeting friends that didn’t have these ‘cookie cutter’ houses and didn’t have the perfect ‘cookie cutter’ families like most of the kids in my neighborhood. This effected me in school because it was difficult for me to find a group of friends that I fit into.
Being a part of a community that expects you to be perfect was hard growing up because my family wasn’t. And sometimes I still wonder what it would have been like had my dad not sacrificed so much of his time to allow us to have this lavish house, cars, and a mother who got to stay home with her children. I wonder if it would have made me any different of a person, or if it would have made my childhood easier. But then I remember that it doesn’t matter because it made me a strong person and it allowed me to focus on school work, playtime, and my relationship with my mother and I’m grateful for that.
So this I believe that no matter your racial background, your religion, or your economic status it is up to you to create something good out of it. It is your responsibility to not covet others and to focus on the good in your own life.
After reading my peers posts it really helped calm my anxieties about school. I always feel like I am the only one stuggling, or I am alone in what i’ve been through. It really helped me to see that there are others all around me who have experienced the same struggles I have and others who have stuggled with things I could never imagine having to deal with.
One particular girl’s post I read was about her struggle with depression through school even though she was supposed to be this perfect rich girl. This particular story hit close to home for me because it was like i was reading about my own life. Parents and peers have a great deal to do with the identy of a student. Parents social status directly effects students in many different ways some for the better and some unfortunately for the worse. Peers also affect the identy of a student which was proved in most of the essays I had the opportunity to read. All of these students were dealing with things that they couldn’t change and most of their peers only added to the stress of trying to figure out an identy.
When I become a teacher I will try to afffect my students in good ways! Michael Apple’s youtube video helped me to understand how important it is when your a teacher to try to be effective in not negativly affecting students identy. As a teacher i will try not to use stereotypes to label my students because of what it could do to their identy. I will also be fair in attention and grading and make sure my students are becoming understanding not biased students.
My personal identy as a teacher will effect me because I’ve learned not to judge a book by its cover. So many things happen outside of the classroom that a teacher doesnt see so as a educator I plan to be aware of the fact that I dont know my students full life story and i shouldn’t judge them.