Personal Sociology Assignment

Personal Sociology Assignment

Growing up in a small suburb north of Anchorage, Eagle River, Alaska, it never occurred to me that I was any different from any other kid in my town. Minus a few things that one would not hear another kid talk about like it’s an everyday activity of life. For the most part I believed I was the same then again I cannot fully say that is true. I was a half American – white and half Thai – dark. My mother, who is Thai, used to sing different kinds of songs to me growing up as well as making delicious foods that held a different taste in my mouth, an exciting taste than American food. I ate a better chicken noodle that had a fresher authentic taste, but back then I only knew it was better. Her English was never as clear growing up, and she was a small petite tanner woman than every other mother I knew. She would take me to Thai functions, and have me participate in the community Thai/Laos beauty contests. But the way my mother had cared for me and nurtured I was always comfortable with my family. Regardless of any thing that had happen I was always proud of my mother even though at times my father would have to make it to school parent teacher meetings because he fully understood what the teacher meant. I guess I wanted to prove to the other kids that I was white like them as well, but that I had a special side to me that was different from each and everyone else. When I was five years old, my mother and father had my participating in beauty pageants and martial arts. It wasn’t your basic Tae Kwon Do, it was Kuk Sool Won, a Korean form of martial arts that was not as popular as other forms were. My talent would always be a sword form with the “Everybody love Kung Fu fighting” song. It used to make me laugh during my routine, but I would get back to being serious the moment I started jumping in the air with my sword. I would take a break and look at members in the audience and catch their shocked looks and take it in to complete my routine. It never bothered me that...

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