Stereotypical

Women and Asians are bad drivers. Black people are poor. Mexicans steal. These are just some stereotypes. Every person can fit into one. In class, we wrote down examples of what we thought of of certain kinds of people, such as a model or an athlete. However most descriptions are applicable to the category, every one has different personalities. Over the weekend, I watched The Pregnancy Pact, which I highly recommend researching about. It's about a girl who faked a pregnancy for her class project to see how people would react. Many people became discriminant against her, because she was 'pregnant.' She wanted to understand how much people stereotype, because she was still the same person. Everyday I struggle with stereotypes. I come from a mixed family, so I am black and white and I hear things everyday. I think all people are stereotyped, but I only hear the ones that apply to me the most.

The Awkward Silence

Every night, I lay myself asleep debating if every choice I made was good or bad. I always seem to focus on the bad experiences in my day, but seem to wake myself up with a new perspective on life. I wake up and smile, because the sun has just come up. I focus on things that could happen in my day and expect great things of myself. Perhaps, my expectations are too high. However, I normally do not do any of the things I tell myself I can. I think about it and debate it, creating a pro/con list  in my head, sometimes I talk it through with friends, but sometimes I don't. The reason I do not achieve most of my goals is because of fear. It’s a part of life and I know where my fear derives from. I do not want to be embarrassed. It’s awkward. And even though I try to blend in and stay silent, I’ve managed to have many awkward moments. In fact, I told my friend yesterday that there could be a show based off of me, The Awkward Life Of….. It was not the start of my day, but when it came third period, that’s when my day became awkward. As I was scrambling my way around the hallway in worry that I would walk into the wrong classroom, I saw the room number and my teacher was standing outside the door as a relief to my hesitation that it was still the wrong room. I entered and recognized people I knew, but were not friends with. I sat down in the first empty chair that drew my eye and people came in few by few. When the class was filled up and the teacher entered we all expected her to make an announcement, but she just sat down. Whispering lips started to occur throughout the room and it was awkward. We did not know why she was not talking, or if we were allowed to be talking. I did wonder if we were never given a direction not to talk, why would we be whispering? And that question came into discussion after our teacher had had enough of the silence. These are things I like discussing and I am hoping to learn new things about people and the way we think. Despite the awkward first ten minutes or so of the class, I am looking forward to sociology and hoping to learn more about myself and others.