Apr 27, 2009
"REALITY CHECK"
THIS AMERICAN LIFE (2007)
Apr 23, 2009
"KIDS AND MONEY"
BY LAUREN GREENFIELD
Apr 20, 2009
RITUAL NARRATIVE:
My License
For many, a rite of passage may be a bat/bar mitzvah, a confirmation, or a quinceaƱera. And although I had a confirmation, it did not change me or my life. At my confirmation I did not find myself to be suddenly enlightened, mature, or magically find the meaning of life. I did not change at all. I kept on living in the same way as before. But getting my license, now that is another story.
The day I got my license was the same as any other except for the whole me having to wake up early and heading to Simi part of course. After my alarm went off I got dressed and my dad drove me to the DMV. When we got off the freeway my dad and I switched so I could get in some last minute driving practice. It had taken me a lot of time to convince my parents to let me take the test and when I was finally there I was psyched! I didn’t take the test that day because my taillight was out, but when I did take the test I passed. I actually did well, and I finally had my license! And unlike my confirmation, my life changed. Having a car and my license meant freedom. I could finally go places without my mom busing me around, and this really changed how I could live my life. So when it comes down to it, getting my license was my version of a rite of passage.
"BIKINIS & TIARAS: QUINCENERAS"
Apr 17, 2009
VERSUS NARRATIVE:
Rules, Rules, and More Rules
Rules can be defined as normal circumstances, as the code of regulations observed by a religious order or congregation, a prescribed mathematical method for performing a calculation or solving a problem, or as principles or regulations governing actions. In the case of my parents, I think it is safe to say that rules were used to exercise dominating power or influence. I had always been controlled by my parents’ rules and sometimes it even felt like they made rules up just so they could feel like they had control. They had always been strict, always had to know exactly what I was doing, who I was with, and why I was doing something. Generally, it was just too much.
But lately, they have lightened up. Actually, they seemed to let go and give me freedom all in the matter of a day—one day they were strict and the next I was free. A Friday a few weeks ago, I was stuck home because my mom wouldn’t let me go out. But the next night, my mom had no problem with me going out; she didn’t even need all the details. I guess my parents finally realized they wouldn’t be able to control me forever. I’m going off to college in a few months and they won’t be able to control my every move. So now, more than ever, I appreciate the restrictions they placed on me earlier because now I really appreciate my freedom.
"MY BROWN EYES"
While reading this article, I accepted this perspective and thought of my friend Angel. He is in a gang, and is a foster child. All my friends, including myself, have told him at one time or another to straighten up his act, get out of his gang and stay out of trouble. However, now I wonder if his gang gives him a real family that he can love and count on. Something that he might not have at his foster home.
"CURVE"
Apr 16, 2009
"INTRODUCTION"
"SLEEVES"
"THE BORDER"
Apr 15, 2009
"THE AMERICAN MAN, AGE TEEN"
Apr 3, 2009
SOCIAL NETWORKING NARRATIVE:
ASHLEY IS doing busywork
When I got a MySpace I was in tenth grade and my friend made it for me. My mom wouldn’t let me have one so I figured it was the only way. Unfortunately, she found out about me making one without her knowledge and, to say the least, it didn’t go over so well with her. Even though she was mad, she eventually decided it was fine and just needed my email and password so she could see what I was up to. Since then I have gotten in trouble by some of the things she considered to be inappropriate and I have felt controlled by her stuffy expectations.
MySpace has become an indicator of the amount of freedom my mom will let me have, and as I’ve gotten older she has allowed me to have more freedom and doesn’t maintain as much control over the social networks I am a part of as she used to. In the past I had very little freedom and this was supported by my mom’s obsession of monitoring my behavior on MySpace. Whereas now she hasn’t even noticed I have changed my password (signaling that she doesn’t check my MySpace), doesn’t care I have a Facebook in addition to a MySpace (she didn’t even ask for the password to my Facebook account), and I am glad to say that I have more freedom than ever.
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