Identity: Who am I?
By James P. Rathe
EDI 550/551 Psychology of Adolescent Students
School of Education
Long Island University, C. W. Post
May 27, 2009
Yesterday’s class felt more comfortable than the previous two classes. This is once again due to Dr. Dengting’s name game. I felt so much more comfortable in this class that I had no problem doing my little skit with Mark. Even though the skit fell flat on its face I felt for sure that I still entertained the class.
What does Identity mean to me? Identity is who you are, everything from you region, religion, the sports you play and teams you support, to your family’s heritage and the silly things that a person does that separates them from the heard. For myself when I was away for school at the University of South Carolina Upstate I felt like a foreigner in a strange country even though this was still the United States.
During my three year stint in South Carolina I never felt proud to be a Southerner, no, I was proud to call myself a Yankee (a Southerner’s slang for Northerners). I never picked up on any southern traits, that’s because every winter break I would come home to New York and be amongst my friends and keep my Northern traits. When I was down in South Carolina whenever I meet up with fellow Yankees I viewed them to be my kin even though they were not from the New York area, they were from states above the US Civil War’s Southern States. That is we had a similar life style in the north versus the south. Here in New York my friends and I all know each other’s heritage and amongst ourselves we would tease each other’s heritage.
When I was an adolescent I considered myself to be an athlete who hung out with the nerds. In High school and Middle school I played sports and most of the guys on my team were the “super cool” kids also known as the jocks. Whereas myself, and three of my teammates who I consider as close friends were not considered the “super cool” kids of the team. We hung out with the nerds because they were an inclusive group of kids and we had a lot of fun. Where the jocks were an exclusive group.
Long Island University, C. W. Post
May 27, 2009
Yesterday’s class felt more comfortable than the previous two classes. This is once again due to Dr. Dengting’s name game. I felt so much more comfortable in this class that I had no problem doing my little skit with Mark. Even though the skit fell flat on its face I felt for sure that I still entertained the class.
What does Identity mean to me? Identity is who you are, everything from you region, religion, the sports you play and teams you support, to your family’s heritage and the silly things that a person does that separates them from the heard. For myself when I was away for school at the University of South Carolina Upstate I felt like a foreigner in a strange country even though this was still the United States.
During my three year stint in South Carolina I never felt proud to be a Southerner, no, I was proud to call myself a Yankee (a Southerner’s slang for Northerners). I never picked up on any southern traits, that’s because every winter break I would come home to New York and be amongst my friends and keep my Northern traits. When I was down in South Carolina whenever I meet up with fellow Yankees I viewed them to be my kin even though they were not from the New York area, they were from states above the US Civil War’s Southern States. That is we had a similar life style in the north versus the south. Here in New York my friends and I all know each other’s heritage and amongst ourselves we would tease each other’s heritage.
When I was an adolescent I considered myself to be an athlete who hung out with the nerds. In High school and Middle school I played sports and most of the guys on my team were the “super cool” kids also known as the jocks. Whereas myself, and three of my teammates who I consider as close friends were not considered the “super cool” kids of the team. We hung out with the nerds because they were an inclusive group of kids and we had a lot of fun. Where the jocks were an exclusive group.
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