#109, Misread
We are a near infinite mix of experiences and values that endlessly transform who we are
I grew up in a suburb of New York, in a neighborhood that is racially homogeneous. In elementary school, nearly all of my friends and teachers were caucasian. I grew up in this environment, was shaped by it, so the context was not out of the ordinary for me.
As one of the few Asian students however, I was misread (to judge or interpret a situation or a person's manner or behavior incorrectly). Others would attribute stereotypes to me, which often meant, I was good at math, spoke "Asian", was well versed in Chinese, Japanese, and Korean culture, gleefully ate strange and exotic foods, and possessed a high degree of skill in martial arts/was a ninja.
You are the only one who truly understands all your idiosyncrasies and the wealth of experiences that have made you who you are. Furthermore, our idea of self is constantly in flux (changing) and this often causes us to be misread by others such as our friends, parents, and teachers.
To complete this Journal response, complete the following tasks,
- Describe one way that you are misunderstood.
- Write a comment to one of your peers.
-Brenden Lee Teacher
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