Sylvania Challenges

Double consciousness is a sense of feeling a certain way about one’s self, but also being aware of how others perceive one through their eyes. As a result of this, one is always struggling with two identities. James Baldwin Illuminates double consciousness in his short story “Sonny’s Blues” through both Sonny and the narrator. Baldwin responds to the social forces that society places on the brothers by putting them in certain boxes, through the lens of double consciousness. Nevertheless, in the end it comes to surface that one’s self is a façade because everyone is the same.

Victoria Price could be compared to Mayella Ewell in how she behaved in the court during the testimony. Victoria Price was rude, ignorant, and lying when she was getting questioned, and so was Mayella. All she answered to try to keep herself away from getting asked was, “I don’t know,” and “No.” (“Testimony of Victoria Price and Dr. R.R Bridges”) After Atticus, the lawyer asked Mayella if she remembers Tom beat her in the face, she responded saying, “No, I don’t recollect if he hit me. I mean yes I do, he hit me.” (Lee 248) This shows that her accusation was bogus.

When I was in the 1st through 3rd grade I was bullied all the time. But I stayed strong and just ceped moving. I put up with it, but stayed focused. The odyssey is a good example of struggle. Every turn Odysseus makes presents a new obstacle. It was all avoidable, but when he disrespected posydon it was a chain reaction every act he made presented a new problem.

I moved to Arizona from Boston in 2014. We have moved around before, but this was different. We were going across the country. I was sad to leave everything I knew behind for someplace I didn’t really know about. We moved in July, and as August came closer and closer, I got more nervous. Would I sit alone at lunch? Would I like my teachers? As any 6th grader would be before the first day of school, I was scared and a bit nervous. I was pretty shy, always hiding myself in books. So I was relieved to find that we wouldn’t have to find our classes alone on the first day. I was dreading lunch, but I put it out of my mind. That day, in fact, I met one of my best friends. I managed to survive my first day of middle school. And the next. And the next. I even got good grades in math! I sometimes struggle, and did previously, in math.

I was quite young then so it didn’t really register to me. “Where we moving to mama?” I questioned. “Centralia baby, put that stuff in those boxes over there” She motioned to the brown rectangular boxes in the corner. And as quickly as the conversation was so was the move. No exaggeration, we left that day with everything we owned. I’m assuming, because we never went back again. Before I knew it, I was walking up the steps into Lincoln 4th grade center. My nicest shirt, and prettiest barrettes. Now being me, I was absolutely dreading the first day, as I am very inadequate under pressure. Which then causes me to be painfully shy. No, I’m not one of those standoffish people that make you feel super awkward when you are around them. Just more in a way of “new beginnings.” Also, as I said before cliques were very much established by then. Having those two odds against me, it was hard to make friends. I don’t remember making any close friends that year. By 5th grade though, there was one girl that I did become quite close with. But

Picture this: You are in a new school, and there are more than 1,200 people you don’t know. You’re scared; you have never met one single person in this building before. You don’t know if anyone is going to accept you. You feel as if every one of them is sizing you up and judging you. This was the case for me when I moved in the middle of 6th grade. I moved from a small town. The middle school I was going to attend was more than four times the size of the school I had previously been attending. I was scared, and I didn’t know what to think. I knew the new school was going to be completely different than my old one. The whole day was going completely down hill until one little thing changed everything.

In my junior year of high school i stepped out of my comfort zone to learn about something I am very passionate about. Continuing to senior year, every morning I take cosmetology classes. In the morning I get to school early so I can get on a bus to take me to a different school. I spend half my day there and the other half of my day at my regular high school. Going to a new school can, sometimes, be difficult and stressful. When you are used to seeing the same faces everyday this is a big adjustment. Starting a new school, you go in not knowing anyone. This school made it easier because everyone is in the same situation. The students are combined from all the other schools, in my city, make up the classes. This being said, everyone goes into school not knowing anyone. This brings me a sense of comfort knowing that everyone around me is in the same boat. As the year went on, I became more comfortable and

The schools were small and there wasn’t much diversity. Kids used to make fun of me for my name or color and it got so bad that we had to go to the principal. He had our whole class switch lunches so were with kids our age instead of the older ones bullying us. The other kids would spread rumors about me, because I was a vegetarian or because we lived in our hotel which had an attached “house” to it. They wouldn’t include any of the younger kids and if I stood up to them they would tell on me. I don’t let other students push me around now. I am who I am. I can’t change that and I won’t. When I moved here in 4 grade, I was still bullied occasionally, but I had good friends who stuck by my side and still do. I want to be the person others were to me through those rocky

One day I was in the hallway talking to my friends when a group of seventh graders gathered around a boy, who was in sixth grade. They were standing in a circle surrounding him making fun of him and when he tried to stand up to them the biggest kid pulled down the sixth graders pants. It was the first time I had ever witnessed bullying and as a sixth grader I was very scared.

They tried convincing me that this new start would allow me to open up to new people, little did they know that all the “new” they had anticipated was more dissenting then comprehensible for my youthful mind. From the moment I set foot into Sutton elementary I felt an odd feeling of distress. The environment made me feel uneasy and afraid. This feeling of disarray and confusion is explained by Winkelman’s philosophy of the “crisis phase”. (Winkelman, 122) This phase reveals itself typically when an individual realizes that the environment they are in is completely different from the previous surroundings they are used to, thus causing natural panic. According to researcher Danylo Hawaleshka and his article over Psychologist Lynn Miller’s studies over young children, many kids moving schools, especially in the younger years of elementary experience anxiety. Lynn Miller has come up with the philosophy called “FRIENDS” (Hawaleshka, Vol. 117). It allows for students to connect with their teacher’s peers and staff outside of class so that when going into the first day they feel as if they had already made a “FRIEND”. Sutton had no type of pre “FRIEND” making cores that relieved my anxiety. Therefore, the crisis phase only got worse as minor issues turned into major issues. For me the issues started when the teacher was reading out the class roster, which is normally

My 7th grade experience was pretty bad because I kept getting in trouble. The only reason why I came to Actis was because I got into a fight at Thompson, and my mom decided that she wasn’t going to let me go back there. When I came here I did not know what to expect. The most thing I liked about 7th grade was seeing everyone I went to school with in the past years, and also getting a new start with new teachers and new friends. In 7th grade I did not like how many of my friends turned on me. It was like I was sharing information with people I called my family and they was getting everything I was telling them and telling people my business.

Well as I know when you enter a new school you need to survive because you need to make new friends some people are going to talk to you because you don’t have friends in the room or in the school, the hard thing is when you are in lunch and you are alone because you don't have friends to talk some people are going to sit with you and they are going to talk with you. I know survive is hard in the new school, because everyone is looking at you, and you don’t know everyone, and some people start making faces to you because you don’t have friends in the school. Survive can be hard and easy, because you need to talk right to the teachers, and to the students, like me, when it was first day in school i don’t know everyone and I don’t have friends in the classroom. So i need to survive and make new friends, and i need to talk right to the teachers, because they get mad when you don’t talk right to them. So it was so hard to me to survive that room because people will

The end of summer before seventh grade started, I was kind of nervous because I didn’t know what to expect. Some of the things that I did expect were that the teachers would be more strict and that the work would be more challenging than in sixth. Throughout the year I was able to get to know the teachers and learn that most were very nice and that I had nothing to worry about. The work was a little more challenging than in sixth, but it’s supposed to be.

My problems snowballed when, in sixth grade, I switched from a small Catholic school to a much larger environment in a new town. Being bullied became a huge part of my life, which made things a lot more difficult to cope with. I had no friends and was teased all the time.

The only year in elementary school I enjoyed was fifth grade. This school year was full of encouragement and kindness from my teachers. Their constant motivation and kind words gave me the confidence to improve my grades in school and interact more with my classmates. After fifth grade, my entire class and I left our old school, and relocated to the middle school. This change was not the easiest for me either. While elementary school was a tame and controlled environment, middle school gave students more freedom and was less strict on students.