Groups

It is obvious that Collogero belongs in his community. As a child his groupings were as small as his family, and a few friends. When he grew older his groups expanded, and I would consider his main ones to be with Sonny, his italian friends, his crush, and his family.
Although one of his groups is with Sonny, I wouldn't necessarily put him with Sonny's main crew. Collogero and Sonny have a close relationship, but its limited to a father-son type relationship, because for the most part Collogero doesn't participate in the illegal activities that Sonny does.
I would definatly put Collogero and Sonny in their own groups, because again, although they are very close, their lives are very different in terms of who they associate themsleves with. Sonny's master status is obviously with his crew.
Collogero's master status would probablly be with his Italian friends throughout the movie, because he did everything with them, and he disregarded Sonny when he told Collogero to stay away from them. Durring the final parts of the film, where he finds his friends dead, his master status changes. He then associates himself more with Sonny, the main person in his life, because Sonny saved him from an almost certain death.

Freaks and geeks- at home

So my friends and I were so infatuated by the show that we decided to rent part of the series, and have it fill our friday night. I was trying to be a good daughter, and tell my parents about my life and my intrests. Even though I probablly was just trying to stray from the never ending conversation about what I should do with my life, thinking that I'm trying to be a daughter just makes me feel better about myself.
Anyway, my parents, trying to relate to my life and the way i think, watch the show. My mother says nothing about the topic for about a day. Then she spontaniously conbusts in Victoria's Secret, as I pick out some undergarments that she considered scandalous. She went on a rant about how buying this one undergarment was going to turn me into Kim Kelley, an insane high school burnout, going nowhere in life. Or at least that's how I interpreted it.
How she made this connection I do not know. Sociologically, I think it means that I have serious communication problems, or at least with my parents. If she felt so bitter about the show that I was watching, why hadn't she told me earlier? I consider this partially my fault, because I shut down almost everyone of their attempts to have a decent conversation with me.
But I don't think I make any sense. Hopefully nobody reads this blog.

odyssey

Unlike most of my friends or people in my classes, I was pumped for 2 days of fine arts, and spent serious time making the schedule. All I wanted to do was eat a cake, twist balloons, and get down with the suave-man. For the most part I got what I wanted. breakdancing, was the most interesting. I thought I would be so great at this, because of past dancing experiences. I was a dancer for 9 years up until about 2 years ago.

The class was quite an experience, but I soon learned that my dancing skills these days consist of ass- shaking and arm flailing, because I certantly couldn't do much else. According to the teacher my crumpin hands were more like jazz hands and my two step was bouncy. The balloon twisting was great, but didn't last as long as I had hoped. About twelve minutes after leaving the class my balloon twisted dog was untwisted, and by the last period of the day, they were all popped. The cake-decorating was alright. I wanted to learn techniques, and the art of how to prepare a beautiful baked good. I know I wasn't about to become a legendary Julia Child in fifty minutes, but I expected so much more than the stale angel food cake, and overly sugared frosting.

How does this relate to sociology? I guess this just goes to show how different poeples cultures are, and how I should never be allowed to breakdance, because I have no coordination or rythm. No, nevermind, I dont know what I'm talking about. I'm just frustrated that I cant dance. Boo-hoo I'm a self absorbed seventeen year old girl who needs to get over herself, and now I'm going to bed.

silence?

Silence is only awkward if you make it awkward.

Say someone you're having a conversation with someone who makes an odd comment, and you have nothing to say back to it, so you stand in silence. This moment is only awkward if you say or think it's awkward. It depends on the person and how you judge them.
I think silence is also a measure of how close you are with a person. when you can sit in silence and not feel awkward with someone, that's when you really know and feel comfortable with someone.

And although there are exceptions to these, in general, the awkwardness of silence is all in your head and what you percieve to be socially acceptable.

finally blogging

What can I say? I've never blogged before, so this will be quite the experience.
But I am obviously technologically challenged. It took me five days to get this post up. Writing is not one of my strengths, so creating the same 2 blogs over and over again, really made my day. I am so looking forward to the rest of this project.