Personal Ethnographic Analysis

I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact my papas really gone. I was driving to work on Tuesday morning and my daughter Alexia said to me "mom I always said I wasn't going to handle this well" and as I started pondering that comment I said to her "I know, we all always said the same thing" I think we all sort of looked at papa like he was superman, like he would live forever. That's because to all of us girls he was superman. Grandpa was a good man. He always provided for his family. He took care of my grandma all the way up to the end of her battle with emphysema. Grandma had a lot of issues and although it couldn't of been easy he stuck by her side all those years. I remember when I was a little girl I'd fall asleep on the couch at night and papa would pick me up and carry me to bed I always loved it when he did that I would even fake sleep sometimes just so he would pick me up and carry me to bed

Have you ever heard of Superman the hero. Have you ever asked your self who your hero is, take a second…. Is it your mom, big sister, or dad. My dad isn 't just my dad he is my all-time hero!! He never fails to put a great big smile on my face and he has never let me down no matter how far away or how hard it is.

Recently I committed to Allen Community College to continue my soccer career. Having done this all my hard work has payed off. A few months ago I was questioning if I even wanted to continue playing after high school season ended but Allen definitely changed that for me. This is one of my biggest achievement because soccer has always had such a positive impact on my life. Being able to say that I got offered a scholarship to continue playing has had a huge impacts on me as a person. Since I was awarded this scholarship it has made me set higher goals for myself, not only on the soccer field but in everything I do.

Everything that I know from the magnificent and beautiful language of English, I owe it all to the biggest person I know and love, my mom. I was born in a traditional puerto rican family. Which meant that all my family only knew Spanish with the minimum abilities in the English language. To be precise only my mother and a few of my cousins were the ones that could defense them self in English. This all started when a big part of my family, from my mother side, went to live in the United States looking for a better place to live. For when they moved there, no one really knew Spanish , so they had to learn English to be able to communicate. That is when my family, from my mother side, comes more interested with the English language. Yet, not everyone was fascinated with the idea to learn a completely new language.

Many aspects of social life could be viewed as taken for granted by members of a group; only a stranger can see what meanings, rules and understandings are operating in that setting. The role of an ethnographer, who carries out ethnographic fieldwork, is to approach a social setting as “anthropologically strange” and produce a “thick description” (Geertz 1973), i.e. an extremely detailed account of some aspect of social life. Ethnographic fieldwork lies central to anthropological research, but undeniably those undertaking it face challenges. The current state of ethnographic fieldwork is one that focuses on tension and conflict, and, arguably, the most significant challenge associated with ethnographic fieldwork today is that “there is little

Another reason they are my inspiration is they teach me a lot of new things that they learned from their life and they always encourage me to try something new because they believe I could be good at a lot of things. They always tell me to try a new sport because they say you never know what you could be good at and they say they regret not trying new things or continuing something an example is my 2nd oldest brother Jaquil says he regrets not continuing to box because he thinks he could have been really good. And they say take advantage of the things you have now because it might be the last time you get to do it. And they also help me decisions that I have to make. In addition, they know a lot of people so it helps me out in life. Another thing they do is help me with homework when I need

I only had maybe ten minutes to free myself. It’s not my only memory of me trying to survive a life I didn’t choose for myself. I was eight years old when my mother decided she had enough of me. This was not the first or the last time she had decided if I could live or die. This time it felt like it was it. This time I was going to die.

The one person who has made me who I am today is my late grandfather who was a great veterinarian. I have followed in his footsteps and also want to become a veterinarian. He has passed on attributes such as honesty and respect and I hope to perfect these attributes and pass them down to my children once I am married. My parents have also influenced me in many ways such

Pedrito Goloran is my older brother. He is 73 years old and single. When he was young, he stayed with our two old- maid aunts, who worked as teachers back then. If people noticed, my brother is particular about cleanliness and organizing. It’s because our aunts taught him to do countless household chores since he was small.

When my mom was in college for nursing she had to do clinical 's. She couldn 't choose where they put her but she could say what ones worked the best for her. Even tho she told them not to put her in Independence they still did. So me my brother and sister all had to stay with my grandma and grandpa for like 1 or 1 ½ months. But anyway when she was in Independence I had my birthday (May 8th) I turned 11. And I was so mad I almost started to cry because I didn 't think my mom would be able to make it to my birthday. But she did and I remember that I went into the school bathroom and started to cry when I found out she was going to make it to my

The digital age of man has allowed individuals of all backgrounds to record and capture millions of once-in-a-lifetime memories with the ability to be copied, shared, and accessed by innumerable numbers of people worldwide. Snapshots of birthdays, weddings, anniversaries, and vacations can now all be stored in online databases such as iCloud or Photobucket. The drive to retain information has surpassed the abilities of the human mind and leapt into the need to record every experience worth remembering. The problem occurs when the interference of a phone or a video-recording device takes away from the experience itself. Before the age of social media and the internet, the ability to share photos or videos was limited. Film was developed and

My ambition and drive for success are credited to my family dynamic which is largely influenced by Papa. Papa was born in 1913 to a large Louisiana farming family. He enjoyed learning and expanding his intellect as a child, but he never finished the 8th grade because he had to help support his family. At age 19, Papa had to move to California where he became a cook at a state hospital to owning his own restaurant to owning an insurance company. Although he didn’t finish middle school, Papa put a huge emphasis on education on his children. It paid off. Aunt Von became a doctor and owned a practice while dad became a successful engineer.

My family is an essential part of who I am. Regardless of the hardships my parents experienced when leaving Oaxaca, Mexico, they wanted a change that would grant them a better outlook on life and new opportunities. In particular, my dad will always be my role model. He is always putting the needs of others before his own, and although he goes through many hardships to provide his family with essentials, a roof over our head, food on the table and clothes on our back, he is the reason I want to keep continuing with my studies. He taught me to give back to those that are going through difficulty, such as feeding the homeless, lending a hand and hosting events to the community, and it shows me that there are people out there that are selfless and willing to care for others. There are caring people that are willing to lend a helping hand to those in need of it.

On Friday, August 21, 2015, I was going to a football game with my best friends Rachel, Madi, and Lexi. After the game we planned to go to the icebreaker dance dressed as Napoleon Dynamite. Yeah, we were THOSE freshman. We later met up with some of our friends from Spring Bluff, Kylee, Ellie, Caitlin, Kamryn, and Grace. Kylee was sitting to my right and Rachel was directly to my left. Sitting behind me was Dylan Schatz, who at the time, I thought was a seventh grader named Drew. Despite his arguments against being a seventh grader, we compared heights (even though height has nothing with what grade you are in.) When he was taller than me, which wasn’t exactly hard to beat, I believed that he was actually a sophomore. We got to talking and it turns out he was actually kind of cool. He didn’t end up going to the icebreaker dance because his parents didn’t want to get out to pick him up that late, so he direct messaged me (DM, which his funny because DM is his first two initials) and we talked for about two weeks on instagram. Eventually we made plans to hang