Sociological imagination

Introduction

In a world that did not accept change quickly I was pushed into society without security. It was made obvious that I didn't belong, but I accepted this challenge for the sake of my family. Those who I thought were Americans ridiculed me in school. I only heard about their acceptance towards diversity in Africa. God! That was a load of bull. I concluded that class, race, and gender segregated America. The monarchy in my school was ever growing and I would be at the very bottom, getting the occasional "ching ching" bit from them haters. Those racial bastards! Their black background should have taught them better than to repeat what their white condemners did to them. In my freakin' middle school, African was the new black, and black was the new white.

In my nightmares I would see their mad distorted faces and wanted so bad to go home. I wanted Africa, but just living day by day and attempting to fulfill my father's wishes and learn English quickly, I was in purgatory. I lived outside my body so I wouldn't feel anything. The time passed and the pain left their scars, and I became passive, but only because I had to protect myself. My family was the world that I lived in while I was exiled in school. While they hurt me, I would think of my family because they were the only reason I had to live that life. However, they could never fully take away the pain that them Americans caused me, because I ain't a slave, I'm their equal. That was the law that I was told. Pain, there really wasn't anything poetic about it, but why poets write a lot about it was a complete mystery to me. I was always so freakin' mad about everything, about how those low lives were treating me, that learning English was the last thing I was concerned about.

Discussion

Immigrating to America allowed me to experience the true meaning of social limitation. America is limited to popular society. Therefore, one can conclude that an individual has a higher percent chance of doing a certain activity if that is the popular activity. So how is this design of limitation flawed? In the short story I had to adapt to popular society by surrendering my personality in order to survive school and America. The flaw in the design is that power of society is shifted to one person and that person is the one took away my identity.

America is very limited to definitions, because identification is crucial in developing a name. The holder of the name then amplifies that single name to the top of society, because the top of society makes the holder the leader. The leader can then set the trend of poplar society. When I understood this I tried to identify myself before setting off into an American school. I was a Africaese girl from the fish city called Nha Trang who loves math. However, during my first week ...