Informal Narrative: Race

     As a caucasian male, I have a certain privelege over some of the minority races in the United States.  For example, I never had to ride the city bus to get where I needed to go.  I never had problems with getting my hair cut.  I've never experienced discrimination or prejudice because of my race firsthand.  To tell you the truth, white people have it pretty good compared to some of the minorities.

Informal Narrative: Social Class

     My social class is pretty average, I suppose.  We don't have a ton of extra money to throw around, but we've got enough to hold us for a while.  Although it's outside our Christmas budget to get a fancy new gaming system, we have a fair amount to spend for the holiday.  We have plenty of money for new clothes and shoes once we outgrow the old ones, so that's shows that we aren't too low in our social class.        

Informal Narrative: Gender

     Being an aspiring artist, I don't find it necessary to be as active or fit.  I usually spend more time inside reading or drawing, so I was never as fit as the other guys in my class, and was therefore not as active in gym class.  I couldn't lift as much, wasn't as coordinated, didn't have as much stamina, etc.  But that's okay; the majority of my gender can be fit if they want, I am an artist and I like it that way.

Informal Narrative: Religion

     I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm an atheist.  I don't believe in any sort of deity, and I don't think that I ever will; not in the forseeable future, anyway.  I've been openly atheist for nearly three years, but, looking back, I think I have been one all along. 
    I remember when my parents finally realized.  It was Easter in the year 2010, and my parents gave me the liberty of choosing for myself when I go to church since my Confirmation.  I told them that I wasn't going to go to church with them, even though both my sisters were going (and at the time, my older sister didn't go to church very often).  When my parents asked me why I didn't want to go, I simply stated that I don't believe in God.  They seemed sort of mad, and my mom even said, "Why should I bother buying you Christmas presents this year?"  And then my family left, and I was in the house all alone.  I felt a little betrayed, because my parents said at my Confirmation that they would support me no matter what I believed, and here they were mad at me because I stopped practicing religion altogether. 
     Now, they offer to bring me to church every once in a while, but I still decline respectfully and they don't seem to have so much of a problem with it.  Most of my friends know and have no problem with it, but no one in my family other than those in my house know.  I drop very subtle hints sometimes, but some of my extended family is pretty religious, so I'm going to hold off on flat out telling them for now.