This is my 13 year old son's stereotypes essay he wrote for English class:
I hate stereotypes; they cause pain, suffering, violence and many more undesirable effects. Unfortunately prejudice and stereotypes are part of human nature. I must admit like all people I have hurt people by being prejudice or bullied people based on stereotypes, also like all people I’ve been hurt by stereotypes
One example of how stereotypes have affected me is when we visited the USCIS, or the United States Citizenship and Immigration Services. Since I was born in China we had to sign and get fingerprinted to be adjusted to a United States permanent resident. Bright in the morning we prepared to go to San Francisco, where the main office is, we knew we were going to have stand in line so we brought a ton of quarters, about $20 worth. After the toil of standing in line they scanned us for metal objects and we were let in.
The building was DMV styled. They gave us the number D275, it was currently on D263 so we only waited inside for about 40 minutes. When our number was finally called we got to the counter and my dad took out his huge folder of files we needed and he put it on the surface.
“It’s not my responsibility to get this organized” The lady grunted without respect
My dad unwilling mumbled ok and continued removing and reconstituting the files from the folder.
“There are people waiting in line!”
Finally we got everything in the proper place and the lady started writing number on one of the files. When she was done on my file my parents noticed she wrote my moms on it, not mine, they noticed her of her mistake and she absolutely blew up. The lady slammed everything and completely disorganized the files and shuffled them up in her rage. We quickly reorganized everything again and she started everything again.
Five frustrating minutes of me giving her my evilest staring eyes possible she mumbled some words that I would rather not say.
“Ok you are all done, if you come again you better have everything together” She aggressively rumbled.
In my mind I assured myself that if I ever came again I’d never go to this booth, or at least I’d give her a good slapping. I also wanted to say “I’ll bet you make $6 an hour you blue collar hick” but that would be just more negative stereotypes.
“Thanks” My dad reluctantly responded and we were on our way home.
I felt this occurrence was based on stereotypes and prejudice because of the fact that many immigrants are seen on TV as secretly entering the US in the trunk of a car or they don’t speak the English language. They are always portrayed as useless to the American economy and unneeded and unwanted. The worker was propelled by these stereotypes and viewed everyone there as inferior. I’m still very mad at her and am on the verge of submitting a complaint to her supervisor. I hope others that day were treated better than our family.
I hate stereotypes; they cause pain, suffering, violence and many more undesirable effects. Unfortunately prejudice and stereotypes are part of human nature. I must admit like all people I have hurt people by being prejudice or bullied people based on stereotypes, also like all people I’ve been hurt by stereotypes
One example of how stereotypes have affected me is when we visited the USCIS, or the United States Citizenship and Immigration Services. Since I was born in China we had to sign and get fingerprinted to be adjusted to a United States permanent resident. Bright in the morning we prepared to go to San Francisco, where the main office is, we knew we were going to have stand in line so we brought a ton of quarters, about $20 worth. After the toil of standing in line they scanned us for metal objects and we were let in.
The building was DMV styled. They gave us the number D275, it was currently on D263 so we only waited inside for about 40 minutes. When our number was finally called we got to the counter and my dad took out his huge folder of files we needed and he put it on the surface.
“It’s not my responsibility to get this organized” The lady grunted without respect
My dad unwilling mumbled ok and continued removing and reconstituting the files from the folder.
“There are people waiting in line!”
Finally we got everything in the proper place and the lady started writing number on one of the files. When she was done on my file my parents noticed she wrote my moms on it, not mine, they noticed her of her mistake and she absolutely blew up. The lady slammed everything and completely disorganized the files and shuffled them up in her rage. We quickly reorganized everything again and she started everything again.
Five frustrating minutes of me giving her my evilest staring eyes possible she mumbled some words that I would rather not say.
“Ok you are all done, if you come again you better have everything together” She aggressively rumbled.
In my mind I assured myself that if I ever came again I’d never go to this booth, or at least I’d give her a good slapping. I also wanted to say “I’ll bet you make $6 an hour you blue collar hick” but that would be just more negative stereotypes.
“Thanks” My dad reluctantly responded and we were on our way home.
I felt this occurrence was based on stereotypes and prejudice because of the fact that many immigrants are seen on TV as secretly entering the US in the trunk of a car or they don’t speak the English language. They are always portrayed as useless to the American economy and unneeded and unwanted. The worker was propelled by these stereotypes and viewed everyone there as inferior. I’m still very mad at her and am on the verge of submitting a complaint to her supervisor. I hope others that day were treated better than our family.
cause the nearest lot (1 block) cost $9 per half hour.