My Cultural Halves Have you ever wondered how to explain something, and not be able to muster up the words? Kinda like when someone asks you at the age of fifteen what do you want to do with the rest of your life. Please go away and let me live my life. What persists of my life is my culture, from my parents and my peers. The culture I have from my parents is the types of different food we eat that aren't easy fix-ups. The other part of my culture is the type of clothing I wear that would be considered ridiculous by my parents. The food I eat is also a part of my parent's culture and their parents. The clothes I wear, let's just say I fit in with the majority of teenagers in high school. To start, one of the cultures I have
