When we contemplate why we don’t do many things in life, the fear of the unknown is at the top of our lists. Sadly, this fear is also seen when it comes to recognizing other ethnic groups. To be honest, I was nervous about this assignment because it was something new and feeling out of place is difficult at first. It’s unfortunate to realize I may be missing out on that experience because fear sets in. Has my environment shaped these fears, was I sheltered in a way? Thankfully, this assignment helped me realized how flawed it was, to be nervous about experiencing a new cultural experience. What did I need be afraid of…nothing. For my first cultural experience I went to the Fox Valley Flea Market in Elgin, IL and my second experience was a Buddhist Temple in Woodstock, IL. …show more content…
The Buddhist temple was my back up plan in case the market didn’t work out. It to, was a very new experience that was again nerve racking, but welcoming experience. It was very different to see four real life monks. I had not seen one up until this experience. Nor did I know that a woman could be a monk. Even though I won’t be analyzing this experience (this paper would be 10 pages long), it’s wonderful that I was more inclined to go somewhere new with some nervous feelings, but overall excitement to try a new experience. These two experiences helped initiate my need to go try new things, and learn more about the world that I live
Native Americans Native Americans are very different from other tribes. They eat, live, dress and do many things differently. The things I’m going to be talking about in my interesting paper is What they eat? What they wear? Where they live?
How are you? I have been doing great! Just being busy around Towson’s campus as usual. I actually just came back from my class’s bake sale and pie a professor event that I told you about a couple weeks ago. We successfully raised about $130 today for the refugee children’s education in Darfur, Sudan!
“Ma 'am, I 'm gonna try my hardest ta keep myself straight. I might’ve fell off the wagon, but I’s got back up, didn 't I?” “Yes, sir, you sure did! “ “And, I’s a keep pickin’ myself up as long as I has y’all ta lean on…” “I talked with Henry last night and we have decided to move up to Cherokee County.
I am a native American. Anyone born and raised here is. Your statement of 'kicking all Americans out' holds no merit. The European colonizers conquered this land, that later turned the United States. Good or bad, that was how things worked back then when countries and empires set out to explore new land regions, which many were ended up being vanquished.
New experiences come challenges and anxieties that can be overwhelming if not handled and dealt with wisely. Making the
On November 6th, I encountered a cultural disconnect with a friend. My friend is a white, female, and the same age as me. This disconnect happened on the Berkeley campus when we were walking to our next class. We were both walking and talking about what we have been up to that past week. I told her that I was swamped with midterms and projects coming up so I was “studying and dying all week.”
Life as a Native American sucks. I realized this when I was a little kid. I’ve come to accept that what other people label or describes us as are true. I’m not happy to admit this they are right. My people don’t do anything to prove these people’s claims, or better known as stereotypes, about Native Americans wrong.
Cultural Immersion: Muslim Americans Part 2 Many Muslim families are labelled, judged, and in some cases feared by the American people. Many major cities have mosques, and it is important to acknowledge the presence and value this individuals have in our society. In effort to achieve a better understanding of the faith itself and the lifestyle of those that follow the faith, I visited a worship service and a community event held at one of the mosques in Iowa. In some ways this experience felt very foreign, yet in many ways it felt very comfortable.
Ten years ago, I immigrated to the United States and ever since I have been an undocumented immigrant. Due to my legal status in the United States, I felt like I was restricted from certain situations and possessions and would never be able to succeed. I was not living the normal life of a seven-year-old. Instead, I had to learn to cope and adapt to a whole new culture. Even though the drastic change at such a young age was a challenge, it has shaped who I am today.
Imagine that it’s summertime, year 1955 in Chicago. You are 14 years old and your uncle wants you to ride on a train with him and your cousins down south, Mississippi to be exact, because he has been asked to conduct a funeral. You are excited, not because of the funeral, but because you get to ride on a train with your family to a state you have never seen before. The very thought of spending any part of your summer in a new place, should not only excite you, your mind should be racing with anticipated joy of seeing a new place, meeting new people and experiencing new things. Towards the end of your trip, you should be anxious to return home, knowing that you will have lots of fun stories to tell your family and friends.
The background of my cultural identity I am an African American female but that isn’t all there is to know me for. I am an African American girl who is very interactive with my religion and also my culture. Cultural identity can be hard to explain because some people don’t know what’s really in their culture and they fail to see , and understand it. I know what my cultural identity is because of my ethiopian flag, the baked macaroni, and the movie the lion king.
The world is filled with people, and like snowflakes, each person is not the same as another. Each person identifies with different aspects of their lives to create their own personal identities. I personally identify with my Italian side of my family to help form who I am today. I have found myself connecting with this side more so than the other parts of my identity. It affects how I live my life by becoming the center to the culture surrounding me.
When I first arrived at El Toro, i looked around and saw people staring at me as though I didn 't belong there . I felt like I was under pressure to do more than I was expedited to do. As I walked to my first class at this school, I noticed that no one had paid attention to me as though the world was spinning around me and I was frozen in the middle. As I went through the day I realized that every person at this school has a lot of potential to become a greater person. Most school wouldnt even care about the students education, they would just try to get them out of there hair.
All my life I have been on the move from one city to another living no more than three years in each. And each brought me unique experiences, that when people ask “well which do you like best?” I could not possibly decide, as you cannot compare a city with one another for each was during a different time in my life and in different circumstances. The one thing they have in common- Quito, Rio de Janeiro, Panama City, Sydney, New York and Buenos Aires- is the presence of the international communities.
With that said, I am moving forward with an open mind towards new cultures and am eager to learn more about the people that make up this planet. I grew up in a town with less than thirty thousand people. Most the population being White/Caucasian and a small population of Hispanics. An obvious observation would be that my hometown doesn’t consist of a variety of cultures. With that, I grew up with an ethnocentric mindset.