Personal Narrative: Social Exchange Theory

Sitting in the stands on a frigid January night as an eighth grader, I could not wait until the next November when I would finally have the opportunity to make the varsity squad. Basketball had always been apart of my life and being the gym was like being at home, so when next November came rolling around, I was ready. Being part of a team and getting to play in front of packed stands was something I could not wait for. Four years later, my high school career was complete. Some would wonder if winning conference three out of four years would be my favorite memory or if it would be scoring over one-thousand points, but truly my high school career was so much more than that.

Going Down in History I remember it like it was yesterday. The adrenaline rush, the anticipation, the sky-high nerves, and the undying support from our small Community. Softball, just like football is a very prided sport in Danville.

Zipping up my leather jacket, I stepped out of the white SUV, thanking Tyler 's mom for the ride. I walked toward the bowling alley with the winter breeze behind my back, confident that our team would be victorious. I changed into my blue and white bowling jersey with "Mitchell Jones" written on the back and went over to the rest of the team. Our team had a winning streak and our bowling averages had all improved. We just won our first game in the playoffs and were two games away from winning the district championship.

There is about 30 kids trying out and only 15 were going to make the team. I had a good feeling I was going to make the team because I had good enough skill and I had a very good basketball IQ. The tryouts lasted for two hours for two nights. The two hours were full of sprinting, full court scrimmages, and shooting drills. Overall I didn’t do as good as I would have liked to.

Three Important Events Revision In my thirteen years of living on this planet, I have had some important events in my life that turned into a good ending. Some of those things include getting a new pet, traveling across the country, and being in the parade. All of these events had some impact on my life. The first important event in my life that I can think of happened four years ago in fifth grade.

On November 6th, I encountered a cultural disconnect with a friend. My friend is a white, female, and the same age as me. This disconnect happened on the Berkeley campus when we were walking to our next class. We were both walking and talking about what we have been up to that past week. I told her that I was swamped with midterms and projects coming up so I was “studying and dying all week.”

It was January 29th, 2012, and I felt as though I was just thrown under a bus. My life as I knew it, was changed forever. This metaphorical bus taught me a lesson... that being loyal, and doing the right thing, aren’t always the same. People try to live up to a standard, but most of the time, this is just the societal norm. Being faithful in a friendship, can conventionally be necessary, but it's never worth lying over, and that's where I went wrong.

An outsider: a person who does not belong. I stepped onto the chilly, uninviting plane with a sparkle of hope and adventure in my eyes. I was flying in an enormous plane to go on a gruesome eighteen hour flight. At first sight, every single person shot at us, not because we were flying a plane. But, because we were eight American-

My cultural product is a sorority pin. This pin is in the shape of a pyramid. It is made of gold and has blue sapphires. The sorority I joined at theUniversity of Rhode Island gave me this pin at my initiation. When I joined the sorority, Ienvisioned myself at the very top of the pyramid, the smallest part because I am a minority.

When I was a little girl I remember watching the news and always seeing big scary men being criminals. I thought that all women were mothers and had a family to take care of. I stuck with this theory because I connected everyone to my family. A working father, a stay at home mother, and a crazy younger brother. The stereotypical suburban family.