As I observe my son in his present
youth, I often reflect upon my childhood, and the way I was brought up. I note
the dramatic differences between our upbringings. I grew up in Edmonton,
Alberta Canada and was one out of two children that attended my elementary
school, not only was that a notable difference as one revved the physical
differences between myself and my classmates but in the general population as
well. Quite noticeable I didn't look like anyone else except those that were in
my own household. It wasn't even that I thought in my young mind that anything
was wrong with it, it was just a plain fact. I also had a mixed household with
a younger siblings whom were both half white. It wasn't until I was 5 years old
that I really noticed the negative effect on the physically characteristics,
when one day when I was walking with my mom in the mall and a little girl
pointed and laughed at my hair making a comment on my ill Afro puffs. A year
later I started kindergarten, and was called the "N" word. In that
instance I developed a sense of self-consciousness about my appearance. As I
entered school, I made numerous amounts of friends, as I strived to be the best
at everything else that was within my control, fashion, sports, and a clique of
friends. Negatively, that also caused me to develop a need for people to like
me and be "cool", I got caught up with the wrong crowd in high
school, among people who liked to party hard. My last year of high school, my
family moved to the America, where the majority of my mom’s family lived. and I
was in complete culture shock, not only did I look like the majority of people
but where we moved to in Maryland there was a rarity of any other race in that
proximity besides African Americans and Hispanics. It was then that a new
difference was discovered in which I didn't act or sound like the other
students and was labeled as "acting white". However, by that time I
was surrounded with a large number of family members including ones that were
only a few years older than me. They became a major influential role models to
me, as many of them had similar upbringing. I was able to cope by leaning on
the support of my family and close friends, as I slowly came to the realization
of self-empowerment, and self-love.
I would like to know my family's native country, which is
still considered a third world country. I know of the struggles that my family
went through during their childhood, like poverty would like to know of the
present struggles that are apparent in 2013. The country currently struggles as
a developing third world country, vast aspect of poverty and the ever effect of
developing its industry. As a result many children struggle to acquire the very
basic needs needed to sustain life. Additionally, the education system suffers
dramatically, where shortages of national expenditure on education were seen as
serious drawbacks. In the past few years Guyana, like most of the developing
countries of Latin America and the Caribbean, Africa and Asia (all referred to
as the Third World) are commencing in a similar phase; in other words, their
education systems began undergoing a transition from the stage of educational
underdevelopment to one relatively developed one.