Kenni Thornton

November, 12, 2009



This is the story of a girl who cried a river... Just kidding. Indeed this is a story of a girl. This story is about me. I'm going to go with the backround narritive perpective.


My role(desingnation given to a person within a group) as a younger sister began

on October 20th one cold fall morning. I was born with a full head of brown hair and

a few pounds lighter than my sister. From the start I was a little deviant (person who

is veiwed as strang in a society) of the family. I wanted to spend more time with the

meny animals on the 2 acrers then spend time with my human family. My sister's

cocker spaiel, Zack, taught me how to walk by letting me use him as a balance as I

walked beside him. The chicks that our family ( A unit of peoeple who often live in

the same dwelling.) would anually raise taught me how to be gentle and careful. Our

oldest horse, Lady taught me that persistance rather than patients was needed to

get through life. All too soon enough I was speaking their launguge rather than my

own. I would have much rather get someing from my mother using a dog's whine

then say please. My father would often say that there was something that went

wrong with my socialization ( The process of inheriting of norms, values and

customs.). that I hadn't had to right dose of being with my own kind. For example at

school I would much rather hand out with the class pet then do my school work.


These actions amung other things I did in my early childhood made my status ( A

position in society.) in the school envoirment drop. By the time 5th grade my unique

qualities became my master status( A status that over powers all others.) I played by

myself and would often be picked on to extent that I would come home with bruises.

In my deseperate attemp to protect myself I began to get violent in school and the

sanction (Rewards and punishment used as a mechanism of control in a society) of

shuning was put in place. The values ( Things that we believe to be important in our

lives.) that my parents had taught me were being pushed a side. I no longer felt like

apart of the secondary group ( A large group with bonds that don't typically last.) that

my school had created for me. I was so alone that I didn't even have a primary group

( A group with strong bonds that is often small.) to interact with.


The drama of my Child hood carried on into my junior high years. Conformity (
Where one's personal beliefs and behaviors are learned from others.) ruled in my
junior high years. When one person would pick on me then the rest of their possy
did as well. it seemed like an never ending living hell that I couldn't escape from.

Though the teachers tried they couldn't find a reference group (Reference groups
are used in order to evaluate and determine the nature of a given individual.) to try
to find out why I behaved the way I did. i felt like I couldn't talk to them either. The
other children were like little angels and I was the demon set loose from the pit of
hell.

My envorionment at home was slightly more peaceful. My mother expressed herself
on the walls with our past culture ( A set of values, religion, customs and norms
expresed through a whole society.) of being Native Americans. The norms ( A
standard for the average performance for a person's of a given age, background,
etc.) for my family were get up at 7am to take care of the animals, eat dinner in our
living room, Dad had his own chair while Mom had her's and the children would fight
over the remaining recliner while one would sit on the floor. My sister went through
meny boy friends who she would claim to be her sinificant other ( One other person
who you share your beliefs and values with on a deeper level than with anyone
else.). It seemed like every week she would come home with another "lost puppy"
as Mother would put them. Her friends all had social institutions (A group of social
media specifically made to reach a large audience) my parent didn't limit me
and my sister to what we could watch or hear about on the tv. I was watching rated R
movies when I turned 9 years of age. My sister was watching them much earlyer
than that. My father had the most power ( A measure of inufluence over your
envoironment.) though when it did come to the disapline of my sister and I.

Over all I came out to be a pretty good kid.

The End!!!