Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Mexican Fine Arts Museum

On September 17, 2016, I woke up around 9 A.M. expecting to go to The Mexican Fine Arts Museum. While riding the train, the intercom came on and said “Cermak China Town is up next.” I turned to my friends and asked if we could go there instead because I have never been there and its a great opportunity. I have been wanting to visit Chinatown ever since I moved into the dorms because there is not one in Indiana and I wanted to gain more knowledge on their cultural background. Once we got off the train, we walked across the streets and through the grand entrance. I expected there to be a bustling area filled with Chinese shops, but it seemed almost the opposite. Looking from the outside in, I saw people of many different ethnicities walking slowly and chatting with friends or family. After immediately walking in I felt out of place because I had no idea where to go or what to do next. We were not sure of which shops or bakeries to visit. Eventually, we started to walk down the street and came across a shop, similar to a Dollar Tree. We entered the store and were immediately greeted by a store employee.The hard fans initially …show more content…
I did not know the differences between the higher and lower classes. After a quick research, I was able to find that the Chinese culture consists of nine different classes ranging from “The Head Honchos” to “The Destitute.” I began to examine the people more closely after I read an article explaining how to tell the difference between a high class Asian compared to a lower class Asian. After about thirty minutes, I was still unable to distinguish the different classes amongst the Asian community. Each Asian I saw was dressed in jeans and a nice shirt or shorts and a nice shirt. I first assumed that they belonged to the same class as me because of how similar we both dressed, but I know that is not an accurate