Symbolic Worlds & My Identity If you look closely, the image above is a mosaic of me, made up of hundreds of smaller pictures of the important moments, and the important people, all of which and whom have shaped me to be who I am today, who I will be tomorrow, and who I will be in the future. As time goes on, the number of pictures in the mosaic will grow, and as time goes on, the mosaic will change. No two mosaics will look the same, a beautiful metaphor for myself and my journey through life and through my profession as an educator.
Reflection on Local Matters In reflecting upon Local Matters, I found myself trying my absolute best to make connections and to resonate with the author, however, there was not much I could relate to. I guess the one thing that did stick out to me upon reading this article was how humbled and grateful I felt for the privilege that I did and do have as a student in that I was and likely never will be labeled a certain way because of my race. Although I was the loud girl at school, I was never the white loud girl. Although I can relate to the labels and the connection between knowledge (academia) and social identity, I feel as though it would be disingenuine of me to say that this paper resonates with me as I can not begin to understand the feelings of students who are labeled based on their race.