Bob was irritated because his parents never disciplined him and punished him. Bob, a Soc who lived on the westside, had indirect conflicts with his parents. Some parents choose to neglect their child, while others are in a position where they cannot take care of their child. When raising a kid, the thoughts and aspirations of a parent play a key role in determining the identity of a kid. For example, “You have the same laugh as your father.” Looking at similarities in identity between parents and their children can show how much of an impact they had in their life. When you look at someone’s personality, you typically compare how they act to how their parents act. Factors such as, if your parents are alive or taking care of you, having the necessities needed to live in modern society, and who you idolize. External factors are a pivotal part of our lives they can cause people to unite and pit them against each other. The Outsiders, by S.E Hinton, display how severely external factors can shape your identity. While external factors are factors in the world around you that shape how you act, think, and express yourself. Such as who your parents are and what your cultural background is.
Internal factors are factors that cannot be controlled. The concept of identity is constructed by two major building blocks, internal and external factors. I am the combined effort of everyone I’ve ever known” - Chuck Palahniuk. I looked up to see the whole room silent, looking at me like I had just spoke another language.“Nothing of me is original. "It's about, and I quote, 'developments in reproductive technology, sleep-learning, psychological manipulation, and classical conditioning that are combined to profoundly change society'." I giggled, taking the book back and clearing my throat.
I almost had to laugh at the big guy next to me flipping over a tiny book, trying to read the small lettering on the back. "What's this book gotta be about to make you read?" Darry asked, taking the book out of my hands to inspect it. I used to tell her that she was so smart, she could be the President before I knew that women really didn't have a chance in the election. From the few times I met her before she died, she always seemed real smart to me. He had enough muscle to make Popeye while on spinach look like a joke. I mean it wasn't that hard to believe if you would've seen him. He wasn't really into books or movies like Pony was. I'd have to ask him when he got home.ĭarry sat next to me in the arm chair, trying to read along with me but I could tell he was getting bored fast. I wasn't sure if Ponyboy had read it yet. I didn't have time back then and now I have more than enough. The book wasn't bad at all, just a little difficult for someone who hasn't read an entire piece of literature since Huck Finn in the seventh grade. "Hey Steve," I smirked back, continuing on with my reading. "Hey Ponyboy," Steve teased, watching me flip through the book. It was something to do while everything burned from the heat outside. They gave it to us to read in school a few years ago but I never read it until now.
#Real wild child the outsiders tv#
I wasn't really paying attention to the TV screen as I scrolled through the pages of the book in my hand. Or as Two liked to put it, "a Mickey day". It was hot outside, real dry and we decided that today would be an inside day. The boys filled the spaces on the couch so I sat on the arm of the chair Darry sat on. I didn't think too much of it because the only library we had was on our side of town but I wish I would've. Johnny said that Pony had gone to the library and would be back soon.
I was just happy she hadn't shown up.Įveryone was currently home except for Ponyboy and Dally, of course. I liked to pretend I didn't care but I still did. It had only been six or so days since he got thrown in and surprisingly I hadn't heard from his drag of a girlfriend.
I had no idea what they were doing but they always came home in one piece so it was alright with me.ĭally was still in the slammer. With school almost starting, Pony and Johnny were out almost every day, from sunrise to sunset. The streets weren't the only think that felt abandoned that summer. It was looked at like a desert, except it wasn't at all. The street were dusty and dry during the long summers and not too many people went out like they did during the spring. Although there was probably about 100,000 people living here, everything felt abandoned. The worst part about Tulsa was the emptiness.
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