Everyone belongs to many different communities and/or groups defined by (among other things) shared geography, religion, ethnicity, income, cuisine, interest, race, ideology, or intellectual heritage. Choose one of the communities to which you belong, and describe that community and your place within it. (Approximately 250 words)
I'm Not Entirely Certain
This prompt of community has presented me with quite the unforeseen difficulty. I belong to many communities; why does this feel impossible to write? I drafted several responses, yet none of them capture what I seek to portray. I have come to the realization that I do not know the answer. When asked what community I belong to, the answer is not a number, nor is it found on page fifty-three of my textbook. Quite honestly, I belong to a community of teenagers.
There are some interesting aspects of said community. Teenagers do not admit that they are children. We hide behind facades that make us appear more mature; like large vocabularies and false confidence-we know everything about anything. Being a teen, it frustrated me to no end not to have a concrete, black or white answer for this prompt. I tried to write about martial arts, about my job, about my school. Yet I felt false, phony even. None of those things encompass who I am who whom I completely share a mindset with. As of today, I can admit that I am a teenager-I do not need to know my place in this world yet. As I mature, I hope that my generation will grow with me, and-ironically-learn how little we know.
I'm Not Entirely Certain
This prompt of community has presented me with quite the unforeseen difficulty. I belong to many communities; why does this feel impossible to write? I drafted several responses, yet none of them capture what I seek to portray. I have come to the realization that I do not know the answer. When asked what community I belong to, the answer is not a number, nor is it found on page fifty-three of my textbook. Quite honestly, I belong to a community of teenagers.
There are some interesting aspects of said community. Teenagers do not admit that they are children. We hide behind facades that make us appear more mature; like large vocabularies and false confidence-we know everything about anything. Being a teen, it frustrated me to no end not to have a concrete, black or white answer for this prompt. I tried to write about martial arts, about my job, about my school. Yet I felt false, phony even. None of those things encompass who I am who whom I completely share a mindset with. As of today, I can admit that I am a teenager-I do not need to know my place in this world yet. As I mature, I hope that my generation will grow with me, and-ironically-learn how little we know.