Sociology and Me

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Jessica Armstrong
Sociology 111
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Sociology and Me

As a child and most of my adolescent years, both of my parents were my primary care takers. My mother worked in an industrial society where the labor union was present, making air craft engines for Rolls Royce. My father has always drove some kind of truck, whether it be a semi or a dump truck. My mom usually worked long hours and most of the time seven days a week so my dad was home with us from the time we got out of school until bed time.

I am the oldest of three. I have one sister two years younger and one brother 4 years younger. We share the same mother but at the age of 4 my dad adopted me. My father was extremely leniant with what my brother, sister and I usually done. But when mom was home she was more strict, had a lot of rules, and made sure we all did our best in school. Growing up with my brother and sister we all had quite the imagination, and always were close. When I hit my upper teen years my brother and I lost our strong bond, but my sister and I have remained in a close relationship.

From kindergarten to 5th grade I attended Indianapolis Public School # 88. My sixth grade year my family moved to Cloverdale, Indiana because my parents wanted us out of IPS schools. From 6-12th grade I attended Cloverdale Middle/High school. When I was in the 7th grade a lot of things had started affecting my life. I was diagnosed with with epilepsy (seizures) and the only reason Dr's found it is because my school thought I was on drugs, because I was constantly losing things, forgetting, and getting lost.

By my 8th grade year I began missing a lot of school. I had constant muscle and joint pain, it started becoming a regular thing. My parents got to the point where they thought I was faking so they took me to the Dr. and told them what had been going on and how long it has been going on. The Dr. wanted to run a number of tests. When my results came back I was then diagnosed with lupus, fibromyalgia and rheumatoid arthritis.

My freshman year I was tested for learning disabilities. I passed many tests but still qualified for extra help from the school because of my low English and Math scores. So for tests, quiz's, ISTEP, or reading I had a class I could go to for extra help.

My sophomore year of high school I have few memories of consisting school. I had found and met my biological father at the age of fifteen for the first time. My parents had also been going through a lot. Constantly arguing and neither could be faithful to the other, I had ran away and made it to Sarasota, Florida I was gone a total of 12 days. Upon my return everything went smooth for a while then, my parents went their separate ways.

My junior year I was still coping with a lot of family problems and my peer group in school, it began to put a lot of stress and pressure on my school life. I was constantly getting in fights, getting bad grades, not doing school work, not turning in home work it started to become a problem. The school principal set up a conference with my parents and asked me to attend. I can still remember the cruel things he said to me that day. He told me I was nothing but a waste of time, that I was wasting my time going to school because I was a failure, that I would never make something of my life and literally begged me to drop out of high school.

As many teenagers would love would love to quit school that was not me! I had dreams, goals, I wanted to be someone! I then applied for Alternative School. I was accepted the first time. Three hours a day, four days a week. I worked at my own pace and could take as many classes as one time that I wanted. With my parents both working and going through a divorce, playing a role in my school life never really happened. My mom did began helping me a lot once accepted into the Alternative Program.

I also became pregnant with my son my junior year. At 17 years old my parents were not pleased with me but they...
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