Judith Cofer And Lars Eighner's On Dumpster Diving

Stereotyping There is no shame that everybody had at least stereotyped once in their lifetime. Stereotyping is a common thing that happens whether someone does it intentionally or unintentionally. Some stereotyping causes mixed emotions; anger, sadness, humor, inspiration, many more. Though stereotyping will never be wiped from existence, many people have told their stories and seen from different perspectives when stereotyped. Take, for example, Judith Cofer and Lars Eighner. In “The Myth of the Latin Women: I Just Met a Girl Named Maria,” by Judith Cofer, she discusses about the Latina stereotypes made by Americans. Her project was on the culture difference of Latina women in Puerto Rico and in America. For example, in Puerto Rico, Latina

In “On Dumpster Diving,” by Lars Eighner, he explains his view on dumpster diving and he sees things differently compared to others. His project was how he saw a new perspective when dumpster diving. Even though he became homeless, he learned a lot when scavenging. Eighner cherishes the things that people do not when something good of value was thrown away. It is safe to say that he saw it as “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” When scavenging he wonders why people threw away certain things away even though they were still considered good or in good condition. Throughout the passage, Eighner uses his own experience since this was his point of

I still have a vivid memory of this event when I was young. When I was still in elementary, around 4th and 5th grade, there was this student who would always call me, ”Chino.” It first started during lunch where classes had to line up near the cafeteria doors before entering. As our class was next in line to enter the cafeteria building, there was another class lined parallel to us. There were no teachers around the cafeteria except when they had to take the class to wait outside, but there were cafeteria workers, one at the door to watch the kids and the others inside. When I was waiting in line with my class, there was a kid who kept trying to get my attention. Finally, I managed to look and as I did, he said, “Chino.” In confusion, I did not understand so I just looked away as I did not care. As I got inside the cafeteria and waited to get my lunch, I thought to myself, “What is that word? Perhaps it was in a different language?” Doing so, I asked a few of my friends what the word meant and they confirmed that “Chino” is a Spanish word and that it was best if I did not know that word. I felt left out as they did not tell me, but in the end I did not understand Spanish and my friends told me to not worry about