Collogero's Groups in "A Bronx Movie"

Collogero has a few different groups that influence who he becomes during his life. His first master status, I believe, was "son of the bus driver". He listened to his father in most things-except when he went to the bar-and talked about the New York Yankees with his father because they both placed importance on it. When Collogero was nine, he finally met Sonny, who his treated as G-d in the city, and became the master status of "Sonny's kid" as he was introduced to Sonny's friends and told that "nobody cares about the yankees". He experienced some role strain as he grew up in Sonny's bar and was told to beat people up and that it is better to be feared than loved. Thankfully, he was always a bit different than the rest of them and hid in a corner when, if he were really in the group, he would have been beating bikers up. He also thought it was no way to live to be feared and not loved. However, this was his master status at the time, no matter how well he fit in, this was how he defined himself. Later, he also became part of the Deuces Wild with his racist friends that skipped school and hung out all day. There was also role strain in this group as he was not racist and said that the african americans didn't mean anything when they went through the neighborhood. He also tried to keep his friends from hurting the boys on the bicycles too much and didn't do anything to them. i like to figure that Sonny and Collogero's friends from the Deuces Wild still had a big impact on him even after they died that one night.

Serving

I've really enjoyed doing the service projects that I've done so far in my life. I just really get this weird high out of helping people, which is weird, but true. For example, my youth group went down to a site recked by Katrina and we found all kinds of belongings from the people who live in the house before it became rubble. it was so cool to be able to help out by doing some manual labor for a day. In addition, I've been able to paint houses in the bad part of Charleston South Carolina, racked leaves from the entire camp ground of Phantom Ranch camp, and taught English to kids in Peru. I'm pretty excited about being able to serve people in Chicago this semester. I'm hoping to do some soup kitchens and feed the homeless.
To some extent, i feel like i shouldn't be talking about what I've done to serve other people, but i guess you guys might just need to know where I'm coming from in order to understand. I think it's ok to enjoy community service if your helping people. i mean, if you had a really bad attitude about what you were doing, the people you were serving would be able to tell and they wouldn't want your help as much because they would feel like they were just being a chore. Anyways, just my ideas on the subject of enjoying service work a little too much. ha.

Chic'aaa'go

the word chicago.

"you chicago-ens have a weird nasal accent. the way you say chic'aaaa'go is hilarious!" or so say those people from down south. however, we tend to think, as they say these things, "what the heck? no we don't! you've got this weird drawl on all your words! you talk so slow!" or something of this nature.

what's going on? correct me if i'm wrong, but i'm figuring on a social contruction of reality. no matter how hard i try to hear myself say chicago with a nasal accent, i can't hear it! course, from their point of view, it's completely obvious! are my ears going? are their ears going? i'm thinking that what we were talking about in class relates to this situtation because it's all about how we grew up. i grew up hearing chicago said like chicago! i just figured thats how it's supposed to be said. (which, in my view, it is) society told us that thats the way it is. and we accept it as truth. i guess, in these small situations, truth isn't always the same for every person. we each have our own opinions, according to how we were raised in our society.

am i making any sense? ha.