My Cultural Identity Analysis

and how quickly I improved. By the time I reached middle school, I began to identify myself as a jock. I played for the school basketball team and spent almost every day practicing.
Sometime around sixth grade, I had to do a project about my heritage and from that point on I became very interested in my own culture. I am half Mexican and half European which creates a very interesting mix of cultures. My mom’s family came from France, Scotland and Germany and settled in Mississippi, Tennessee and California. My dad’s family is mostly from Jalisco, Mexico and has lived there for generations. Family is an essential part of both cultures so I was recall going to countless family gathering and attending all types of different sports events and …show more content…
While my mom’s side of the family had either Californian or Southern accents, ate barbeque and listened to country music. Sometimes I felt more connected to my Mexican heritage than my European but other times it was the opposite. Being a mixed person can be complicated because you are never really sure how to act around people from other cultures. I struggled with my cultural identify for a long time and am still trying to figure out my place in both cultures. Since I am not very tan, many people mistake me for Italian. People are usually shocked to find out that I am actually of Mexican decent, which sometimes can be insulting, depending on their …show more content…
I was constantly being told how lucky I was that I could walk and the doctors were so impressed with my progress. Although at this age, I didn’t really want to hear it. I was just becoming uncomfortable with my scar and did not like when people talked about it. Many of the doctors in the clinic had never seen someone recover so well before in their medical careers. I was even written about in a medical textbook released by a doctor from the clinic because my condition was so rare.
In 7th grade, I suffered a concussion during P.E class and was taken to the emergency room that day. After spending a week at home recovering, I began to receive threatening messages from girls at school telling me that I was faking it. This quick onset of bullying caused me to completely change my friend group, sit at another table at lunch and even switch out of classes. Two girls in particular made many of my other friends turn against me and tormented me for the next year and a half. My parents were incredibly supportive and tried to get the administration to help stop the situation to no