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.” She chuckled at my statement and she said she had two midterms coming up too and has not begun to study. I asked her why she did not start studying yet. I assumed she was too consumed with her part-time job or preoccupied with other important obligations, but she simply replied, “I didn’t feel like it.” Since, I knew my friend was white, I automatically
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I believe that my culture is considered to be an adaptive, modern American culture. Culture is the way people interact with other individuals. It can be described as a way of living. Since my father is in the military, I have traveled to many different places experiencing different types of culture from Asia, to Europe, and now Unites States of America. My culture is very adaptive due to moving and living to new foreign areas.
Being multiracial is something that we are gradually getting comfortable with; eventually there will be a more accepting society that will contradict her idea of us being in a society that is not likely to change for the
It was the last inning in our all-star game, and we were losing 10 to 8. Our team had 2 outs and we couldn’t get the third. Our pitcher was doing bad, throwing all balls, while all of us in the field were tired, ready to fall asleep at any moment. There goes another walk. They score again.
She would tell me that I shouldn’t be so quick to trust them. It literally baffled me for the longest because I never understood why she would say that because all of my white friends were pretty alright in my opinion. Then when I learned about the history of my people it made since on why she would say that but they weren’t like that. Then for someone reason without actually realizing it in high school and college the dynamic changed completely.
This psychological assignment requires us to break a social norm. In my case, I decided to break an appearance social norm. I thought in something weird, but at the same time really funny. Therefore, I entered to my little walking closet and I took the most brilliant and extravagant high heels shoes that I found to wear them at a place when people usually used flip flops.
The Tide detergent bottle gradually moved back and forth, as my father’s elbow creaked, refusing to cooperate. “It’s my own way of physical therapy, you see,” my father boasted. “If I keep it up, I think I’ll be able to move my elbow by the end of the month.” “Yeah,” I whispered, keeping my voice low, because I knew my mother was shut-away in the other room. The lights were off, the door was closed, and she barricaded each ear with a pillow to block out any sound that might further trigger her migraine.
When I was three years old my mother decided it would be best for us to move to America so we could have better and safer lives. Before I started school, I was sheltered from American culture. I could barely speak English, I only knew hispanic songs, and I only ate “Mexican food.” By the time school started, I felt like an outsider, everyone was speaking in a foreign language and eating odd foods, I felt out of place. It wasn’t until third grade when I began to feel like I was part of my classmates.
It was a taciturn gloomy morning, the year of 1862. The 12th of September. At the end of it, I might be with my family again or buried someplace underground. It was my time to go into battle as soon as I finish saying goodbye to my loved ones. The tears slid down my wife’s face and my daughters lingered into their mother’s arms to cover their dripping faces.
“We’re staying at a hotel this week, girls.” As I heard the words sorely coming out of my father, I was hit with the reality of where I lived and the situation the city faced. Six men had been shot countless times across the street from my house. A bloody and holey reminder was left, and up to the residents to clean up. The city was Juarez, Mexico; at some point, the most unsafe city in the world.
I was floating in a place which I can only describe as the abyss. It was an endless void which engulfed all life and turned them into nothigness yet here I was. I didn'i know how I died but the last thing I remember was my computer screen. I had several tabs opened about the mythological. I was a fanatic when it came to myth.
The summer going into my Junior year of high school, I started volunteering at a retirement community called The Legacy down the road. I helped out by playing games with residents, talking to them, and helping with the weekly socials where we serve treats like pie and ice cream. Not many of my friends understood why I would take the time out of my day and spend it at The Legacy. To answer their question, it is because many of the residents at The Legacy do not have family nearby and have not seen their children, sisters, brothers, etc. in many years, so even a simple conversation with them can really brighten their day.
Adaptation is when one becomes competent in ability to communicate. I came to the United States when I was 13 years old, and started high school right away. Not only the American culture was different for me, but also how education was provided here and how big the schools are. It did not take me long to adapt to the American culture and developed the ability to communicate effectively with my new friends. For example, I was confused with the lunch and dinner time.
When I walked into Mr. Clayton’s class last year on the first day of school I laughed when he said, “I’m going to teach you how to read.” Little did I know he wasn’t kidding. I was a little intimidated taking his class because in my previous freshman year I was in non-honors English 1. All my life I’ve had trouble interpreting and really understanding beyond the general storyline. The first thing Mr. Clayton talked to us about was learning the deeper meaning behind things
As the music began to play, I felt the vibrations cutting through my lungs. The lights shot with electricity into the air. Slowly the stars arise from the stage and I felt every cell in my body freeze. Everything froze. The lights.