Essay on Sociological Autobiography

My very traditional parents developed a very gender-biased way of thinking as they were growing up, so they incorporated those ideas while raising my brother and I. They believed only certain genders should be doing certain things. Because of their views, my brother was treated differently than I was. My brother was always pushed to be the man of the house and to be served, while I was put to work and studying. By the time I was in second grade, I was doing household chores, translating for my parents, and doing homework from both chinese school and american school as for my brother, he was able to hang with girls and play sports. My parents never allowed me to complain

Growing up may not always be easy but you learn a lot about yourself through the journey. In my first year of elementary school, one of my friends was getting bullied by a boy. He would push her down after recess and make her feel really bad about herself. It got to the point where he would do it every single day and I got sick of it. I had to step in and stand up for her, so I ended up yelling at him for being mean to her. I never gave up for her. He was surprised that I stood up for her because no one else did. I never realized why he was being mean to her until I got older because he was white and she was black. He was being mean to her because of her race and gender. (November 13).

Growing up as a first-generation Mexican American woman with parents who came with old ways from their country shaped a lot of my gender behavior. I grew up wearing dresses and having long hair because that is what a girl should be wearing and having. We were not allowed to play with boys because us girls are not as tough as boys and we cannot handle how they play. A lot of it had to do with how my parents were brought up and they instilled all that in us. I remember asking my parents to let me cut my long hair because I wanted short hair and was never allowed to. According to my parents a girl needed her long hair because that’s what made her feminine. So, when I was a junior in high school, I went behind my parents back and cut my hair super

Growing up I was different from all the other boys; for example, during recess in elementary school most boys would elect to go play “Power Rangers”, but I would always choose to play house with the girls. If we had a free day during Physical Education the boys would generally chose to play some sport that requires a ball, and I would choose to go play double Dutch with the girls, pretty much anyone I chose to hang out was a girl. At the time I didn’t think it was weird that I generally enjoyed doing things that were traditionally considered girly, It was just an aspect of who I was, But once I went to middle school I learned that meant people would call me gay. It would later take me over eight years to have the courage the courage to come out of my closet, and admit that I was gay.

The first experience that I forced me to think about my gender occurred when I was fairly young. I was playing tag with my best friend Matt and his sister Melissa. At one particular moment, it was my turn to attempt to “tag” them. When I was chasing Melissa, I pushed her slightly too hard and she tumbled to the ground. Neither of us thought anything about it, and we continued to play until dusk. After they left to return home, my mother came up to me and told me that I shouldn’t be so physical with Melissa the next time we play. I failed to understand her point. She did not seem to have a problem with the fact that I played with Matt the same way, but she began to explain to me that it is seen as inappropriate to push girls down in that manner. I apologized to my mother and told her that I would not do it again. Although she may have meant to teach me about

One central and important study of sociology is the study of everyday social life. Everyday life and sociology are definitely two distinct terms and situations, but they hold a close relationship. While sociology studies human interaction, everyday life consists of everyday human interaction. Everyday life is filled by human beings interacting with one another, institutions, ideas, and emotions. Sociology studies the interactions with all of these and shows how mere interaction resulted in things like ideas and institutions.

Man is a product of the culture in which he is born and brought up. For the same reason, no one can negate the influence of the society in forming one’s personality. I am well aware of the fact that my views, thoughts, and attitude have been shaped by the society I live in; hence, any attempt to sketch my personal experiences would be incomplete without referring to the part played by my surroundings. Throughout my life, I have paid utmost importance to initiating and maintaining interpersonal relationships with others. I had to face varied situations out there, both joyous and depressing. However, each instance was a great lesson for me to learn several things about my practical life – I wouldn’t be exaggerating when I say that I have learned more outside the four walls of my classroom than within them. My autobiography is closely associated with my social connections including my experiences with my family, educational institution, and the larger society I reside within.

Another way that sociology would better my career would be by analyzing behaviors of criminals and patterns that they leave behind on the victims. With certain crimes you will be able to identify the criminals upbringing by their immoral actions. You’ll be able to identify the perpetrator by the basics you learn in Soc 101. Sociology gives you the tools to look outside the box and to look further into examining people. Analyzing is going to be a key element in pathology because i would have to examine bodies and analyze all the information in order to determine the cause of death.

I was taught to be polite, to work hard, and above all, to be a good person. I was told “boys don’t cry,” more times than I can count, and I was taught the basic differences between girl traits and boy traits. While this may sound politically incorrect, at such young an age, I appreciated the simplicity of having only two categories in my life, and I enjoyed being taught to “be a boy.” However, despite instilling the ideas of boy characteristics in my head, my parents never let me sacrifice my individuality. When I became a target of bullying in my public school, my parents allowed me to switch to a private all-boys school. It just so happened that the time I switched schools was the same time that I was going through puberty. Looking back, going to an all-boys school during those years made my life much easier simply because I was taught to be a respecting individual who just happened to be male. I was allowed to be as different or as similar as I chose because everyone around me had the same ability. Gender was almost completely overlooked, and that was a great way to go through the supposedly “most awkward” years of my life. As a result, I think that I benefit now because I am more accepting of unfamiliar ideas, and I am also not afraid of being more “feminine” at

When my mother's water broke, my father was anxious to see his newborn son. As he laid eyes on me, his first born child, he claimed, " A girl? Why a girl? Put her back where she came from!" When my mother recalled this story, I cried. I finally understood why my father looks down upon me. He believes that I am less than the boy he expected to have.

To compensate for his disappointment, I became a tomboy. By 4th grade, I was officially one of the “guys”. I was always the first one to be chosen for a sports team. I wore loose pants, tied my hair up in a ponytail and I was never afraid to get bruises and scratches on my porcelain skin. By 5th grade I wanted to show my dad how “manly” I could be and decided to work with him at his office.

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When I was in the kindergarten, my parents were busy with work and they seldom policed my gender. Peer and friends play a more influential role in the field. There was a time when my sister painted her nails, she also painted my nails, too. When I went to the kindergarten, other children were unwilling to play with me. The teacher also told me to wash away the nail polish. I came to understand that boys cannot paint nails because it weakens men’s masculinity. When we moved to a new apartment, my parent painted the wall in my room blue and the curtain was grey. When I was in primary school, I was weak and some bad boys often bullied me. When I was bullied, I cried and reported my sadness to my father. However, my father said boys should not cry but

It would have been easy to resolve had either one of us wanted to end the squabble. Looking back, it is unbelievable to me that I acted the way I did. Again and again the situation runs through my mind, unveiling new ends to the argument. It was a perfect example of similar scenes playing themselves out all over the world - the most basic level of social conflict we have, the easiest to resolve.

I come from two very different cultures Russian and American. Moving to the United States at age fourteen, I could recognize the differences in classes and gender in both of the cultures. But there is one fact, you can’t tell class difference by appearance.

<center><b>What constitutes the 'tribulations of the self' in contemporary society, according to Anthony Giddens? Do you agree? Give reasons for your answer.</b></center><br><br>This essay will seek an explanation of what constitutes the 'tribulations of the self' according to Anthony Giddens (1991). In the first part of this paper, I discuss some central ways language has been viewed focusing the review on social constructivist writings as well as those stemming from the study of human development. In the second part of this paper, I discuss data that leads to the reconsideration of aspects of the language - selfhood interface. I conclude by suggesting some future avenues of research.<br><br>First the essay will outline the various

What is society and how did it help shape me into the person I am today? First, society is the state of living in organized groups of people. These organized groups of people are the ones that made me who I am today and will continue to shape me, as I grow older. My version of society is white middle class people who grow up going to catholic schools. These white middle class people are only associated with other white middle class people, and very seldom venture out of this little society. As stupid as that sounds to not associate with other people it is true. The reason this is true is because of where I live, where I go to school, and who my friends are. I guess it is just like