What is my cultural identity? Well cultural identity is what your age is, what food you eat, where you are from, your gender, music you listen to, your race, economic status and many more that make you what you are. So if you are a gamer then you have certain things you do everyday, certain slang talk you say and people that you talk to everyday on the internet. So my cultural identity is that I’m a gamer, I have a certain things I do that deals with my age group, and that I’m a band nerd.…
I believe that I will be comfortable working with people from diverse backgrounds and cultures. I will have a certain level of flexibility in functioning with different group of people. This is because my most of the profile dimensions are in the middle of the extreme ends. This means that I can easily adjust in any kind of environment. On comparing my Cultural Profile with my home country's plot, I found that there is a very close relation between them.…
When one thinks of Iowa, one does not necessarily think of cultural diversity. The more and more I think about it as I have matured, it was exceedingly challenging to grow up as an Asian in my community. That is because I sometimes had trouble understanding the culture of others and my own culture at my young age. When I was younger, I found it very challenging to understand many of the things my peers and teachers were saying figuratively. For example, I had difficulty understanding jokes, so I took them literally and did not know they were joking.…
Throughout my life I have been part many diverse cultures and of many community that contain a wide range of race and ethnicity. I was born in Ecuador and moving to the United States was a huge slap in the face. The culture and the way thing were done here compared to my home country was totally different. The life style in Ecuador was harsh and unpleasing but in the states life was so much more pleasurable with all the opportunities that are given me. The only problem is that people where closed minded.…
When I was 9-10 years old I lived with my mom, dad, and sister in Lake Ariel, Pennsylvania. Lake Ariel was a small town where all you would see is corn, fields, and woods. We had lived in this house for two years and I had a good group of friends that I had met from school or extracurricular activities. I attended Western Wayne Hamlin elementary school and was in fourth grade. The school district was huge, covering six townships, but my school was small.…
My Culture I am a mix of two cultures. I am half Mexican and half American. Even though I am half Mexican, my spanish isn’t good. I can’t speak spanish fluently and I tend to strudder a lot. My spelling is pretty bad too.…
In addition, they always maintained their cultural identity and ensured they passed on their traditions even though they moved to a predominantly European neighborhood. These traditions were evident in their family gatherings, traditional…
“Shes coming back right?” a baffled 7 year old asks in response to the appalling news of her mother’s death. A vibrant imagination is accompanied by a crushing pain of reality that trails behind it ; I discovered this when I heard the words “no” . 10 years later, that conversation lingers in my head and holds not a cacophonous nor euphonious sound, but instead holds the neutral tone of reality, an alarm . As routine , at 6a.m., I hear a melodious alarm followed by the pitter-patter of my aunt who is getting ready for work.…
I have always found my own cultural identity difficult to discuss. Bell’s discussion of a lack of a sense of cultural identity, the idea of no identity was a familiar feeling, at least initially (Bell, 147). This idea bothered me, in order to decipher my identity I looked to those of my ancestors. Cultural Identity exists, at least to me as an individual and a collective, in the present and the past. I was born in Australia, my father’s side has Scottish roots.…
All my life I was confused with my identity. My sexual identity comes first in mind, but the most important confusion that I faced was my cultural identity. As a child I lived all over the world: China, Hong Kong, Korea, and United States. I spoke Korean at home, Chinese with my friends, and English at school. When I was an adolescent I became very confused my cultural identity.…
Oh well. My cultural identity is a long, not-so happy story, that I do not have enough time to fully tell. But, it is my story, and it has made me the guy everyone knows me as. If I had to describe my cultural identity, there are a few words I would use.…
I notice in my racial Identity development and of my peers that we don’t have to rely on not only people of color, but any person to validate our opinion about race. I notice that we Immerge ourselves when we were learning, and gaining experience about race, and we Emerged ourselves when we learned about race and how it was shaping ours perspective regarding race, which helped us construct a new identity. We thought that by accepting people of other races, we were changing our perspective about race, that the unity of us all together could change other people’s lives. Our desperate intensions of building a beloved community, to fight racisms together, to eliminate all kind of oppressions, it is just a dream because there still people who are…
My racial and ethnic identity has strongly impacted my academic development. Throughout my growth, I was constantly reminded by my parents and family that not only am I a girl but that I am also Hispanic. My dad mostly reminded me that because of my gender and my ethnicity, I would have to work harder for my dreams. I grew up understanding the stereotypes set for Hispanics in society, and from a very young age I told myself that I will never allow people to group me into that stereotype. The knowledge that people were expecting me to fail, only led me to work harder in not only my academic setting but also in every aspect of my life.…
I had the identity of a Claremont Academy alumna, a school composed of many ethnic minorities, however, I was also now a student of the College of the Holy Cross, an elite private college. I had never thought of my identity as a student from Main South to be a problem until academic institutions such as Holy Cross kept imposing and cultivating such idea. It was only when I began to network outside of my communities, that I began to realize that I truly live in between two different worlds. What startled me the most was understanding the complexity of why a great gap of opinions existed between two communities in the same city. Furthermore, during the time I began college, I learned how important my racial and ethnic identity was to me.…
When I attended elementary school in Staten Island, my African-American friends would chant, “Janelly, you’re not Black; you’re Dominican!” I was only 10-years-old and was already experiencing a racial identity conflict with which even adults struggle. The dubious remark made me question myself because my skin color was the same as theirs, “why am I not Black? How am I different from my classmates?” It slowly dawned on me what my friends referred to as Black had nothing to do with my skin tone but instead with my ethnicity. My classmates perceived me as a Latina.…