It was a warm summer night in the middle of July, 2041. There was a slight, gentle breeze blowing across my face. I was sitting on the roof of my house, legs crossed, staring up at the sky. The sinister darkness of the night sky was breathtaking. I sat here every night and just stared, and thought. I thought about what my life would be like if I lived somewhere else. I thought about the darkness of the sky, but the bright, cool colors that come out in the mornings. I thought about all the slight differences between people who are all so similar. I always got deep into thoughts which could get me in trouble.
I sat here every night until my dad came out to tell me to come inside. I loved to watch people, and all the strange things they do. I
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It was warm and beautiful here with tall, green palm trees surrounding the streets. It was a very tropical looking place surrounded by crystal clear, blue water. The government where I live can be a bit controlling. No one else thinks so, but I guess I’m different. No one is allowed to leave Bay Hill. I always wonder what’s outside of Bay Hill that could be so bad, but everyone else fears it. Where I live, we are separated into groups based on the color of our eyes. People are only allowed to socialize with other people in their group. The hazels are known to be spontaneous, brown the most determined, blue are calm and peaceful, and green are the most passionate. I have heterochromia. I have one blue eye and one hazel eye. I have two different colored eyes, so I don’t belong anywhere. Since I don’t fit in a group I wouldn’t really have anyone else to talk or relate to. I’ve worn blue colored contacts my whole life so I’m not an outcast. My dad secretly made them for me when I was born because he didn’t want me to feel like I didn’t belong or be taken away by the …show more content…
In Bay Hill an eye doctor is considered to be the highest job besides the government. Since everyone is separated by their eye color, the eye doctor needs to make sure everything is normal. He is also in charge of placing babies in their groups once they are born. Since I was born with two different colored eyes, he made me colored contacts before putting me into a group. He chose the blue group so I wouldn’t be separated from him since he has blue eyes.
My dad told me that a long time ago things were different. He told me that we weren’t separated into groups, but one day one person revolted and there was chaos. People were killed and buildings were destroyed. After that the government decided to group people based on their eye color to give a sense of unity. They also wanted everyone in a group to feel like no one was better than anyone else, and everyone was equal. I always wonder what it would have been like to live before we were grouped, but I’m not allowed to talk about it to anyone aside from my dad.
My best friends’ name is Lil. She is in the blue group. I act like all the others in my group so no one knows I’m different except her. She found out one day when she surprised me in my house after I had already taken out my
... tearing eyes because some stranger is checking her skin colour and judging her on that.
My mind started to wonder though each room of the house, the kitchen where mom used to spend every waking hour in. The music room where dad maintained the instrument so carefully like one day people would come and play them, but that day never came, the house was always painfully empty. The house never quite lived to be the house my parents wanted, dust bunnies always danced across the floor, shelves were always slightly crooked even when you fixed them. My parents were from high class families that always had some party to host. Their children were disappointments, for we
was in common at that point. Whoever was the superior eye color that day is always better than the other one.
"Events in the nineteenth century made it abundantly and irrefutably clear that race as a concept sui generis superseded social class as the dominant mechanism of social division and stratification in North America." (Smedley 219) For many decades people have been using race as a way to classify humans into different social categories. Lower, Middle, and Upper classes were created to divide humans into appropriate categories using their individual lifestyles, financial income, residence, and occupation. People decided to ignore this classifying system and classify one another, simply by the color of their skin. People's skin color says nothing as to what a person does, their beliefs, attitudes, or any of the ideas for creating a fair social classification system. Racial barriers were created that divided people into different groups at work and at home. Race differences in identity and social position were, and are, more important than class differences in American society.
In the past, races were identified by the imposition of discrete boundaries upon continuous and often discordant biological variation. The concept of race is therefore a historical construct and not one that provides either valid classification or an explanatory process. Popular everyday awareness of race is transmitted from generation to generation through cultural learning. Attributing race to an individual or a population amounts to applying a social and cultural label that lacks scientific consensus and supporting data. While anthropologists continue to study how and why humans vary biologically, it is apparent that human populations differ from one another much less than do populations in other species because we use our cultural, rather than our physical differences to aid us in adapting to various environments.
More focus into the ethnic groups is just another racial grouping on a different perspective. The increased competition for ethnic identity among ethnic groups is posing as a rediscovery of racial groups, in which ethnic groups are termed as majority or minority groups. However, the shift to ethnic group has shaped some characteristics of individuals that were previously coined in social differentiation according to race. One of the noticeable individual features that have been shaped is the aspect of mutual and collective interests, in which every member strives to protect common interests of the group e.g. human rights. I believe that racial and ethnic groups are things that will continue to exist from our past historical experiences. We can together wipe out the problem of discrimination and injustices based on ethnicity and racial differences, if we all strive towards cherishing social consciousness for one another as a one human race and freeing ourselves from the trappings of our racial and ethnic
My clock’s hour hand hovered somewhere around the 11 P.M. mark, and my parents, brother, and sister had all already tucked in for the night. Rumour had it that the meteor shower was going to be at it’s brightest and most vivid at around 2 A.M., and I was determined to wait it out. Reclining comfortably on my bed, I kept one eye constantly on the clock while texting every friend who appeared to be awake at that hour. Eventually, even they soon clocked out, leaving me truly alone to wait. It still wasn’t quite 2 A.M. yet, and all this waiting around bored me immensely. The time ticked slowly, steadily onward, while I kept myself entertained playing games on my phone. When I finally tore my eyes from the screen and to the clock, it was already half-past two. Fearing that I may have missed the meteor shower in its entirety, I rushed as quickly and quietly as I could force myself to manage, through my house and out the back door into the backyard. I turned my head to the skies and stared expectantly. There were stars alright, yup. They were certainly pretty. But I hadn’t stayed awake for hours on end for some stars that I had already seen thrice over. I scanned every corner of the night sky for anything that might resemble a flying space rock, but found none. I realized that if I wanted a glimpse of those meteors, I would need to wait some more. Though the prospect of having to wait even further disheartened me, I
and my father knew about it and did not act on it. I felt like he was allowing me to take that
...ee any differences, if there were any. The way the community is shaped, they may not want people to think less of themselves, or want an attribute from someone that they don’t have themselves. Instead of being an individual, a person with pale eyes, feels shameful of their difference.
In the bible it is said that Adam and Eve were the first people that God had made, but we all obviously can't be traced back to these two specific people, because we would all look the same. According to the previous site, god as you may have read before confused their language as a consequence, so basically they mated with the people within their group and lived up to their own standards and morals. As you can imagine some physical traits were more prominent than others, which can explain the difference in some of our appearances and ethnic groups. These groups were then wrongly mistaken as different “racial” characteristics. So technically there's only one race, referred to as the human race.
about my work and just think about various things such as people, places, and different
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A smile crept across my face as I turned around and watched the land get smaller and further away. The vast ocean lay before us with promises of a whole week with gorgeous views, interesting people, terrific food and freedom. This...is heaven.
Fortunately, I wake every morning to the most beautiful sun lit house. I sit on my porch sipping coffee, while I drink in an atmosphere that steals my breath away. Rolling hills lay before me that undulate until they crash into golden purple mountains. Oh how they are covered in spectacular fauna, ever blooming foliage, and trees that are heavy with pungent fruit. Green it is always so green here at my house. Here where the air lays heavy and cool on my skin as does the striking rays of the sun upon my cheeks. I know in my soul why I choose to be here every day. Pocketed in all the nooks and crannies of these valleys and hills are stately homes, rich with architecture resplendent. Diversity is the palate here; ...
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