During this exercise I feel that the most meaningful to me was the body ancestry challenge. I had made the decision to try ancestry.com and talk to my parents to fill in the some of the blanks. I had always known that my mother was adopted and the knowledge of her family was limited. While traveling for work I had made the decision to stop and see my grandfather since I was in his neighborhood and picked his brain. For the first time I he decided to open up and share with me my mother’s family history. I had found out that my mother’s biological family suffered from several medical problems like heart attacks, and obesity and her entire family had passed away at an early age. At this point is when I signed up for ancestry.com and found pictures of my grandfather who was overweight but the women he was with was not my grandmother, and I did not resemble any members of her family. But it explained why my mother and sister both suffer from being overweight. What I did inherit from my mother’s side is some of the health issues like diverticulitis. …show more content…
I look like my father and his side of his family, my eyes come from my dad’s side of the family, my hair color comes from my father’s side, and my body takes after my father side as well. My father was always into fitness and I believe this where I get my fitness mindset from, and athleticism. While I inherited my mother’s skin tone, I inherited more of my dad’s genes except his nose. Most of my family on my dad’s side has a big nose I was fortunate enough not to inherit his nose fully, it is mixed between my mother and father. I inherited my mother’s thinness of hair with my father’s wavy hair however, my father is in the beginning stages of going
“What’s that thing on your face?” was the first thing I heard when meeting a new kid for the first time. Although this type of greeting is generally considered rude, I was never ashamed of my birthmark. My mother had convinced me that it was an “angel kiss”, and that very few babies had the privilege of being kissed by an angel. Those who were, would have a mark forever. At first glance I looked pretty normal as a young boy: two eyes, a nose, a mouth--the usual, but as I met other kids, I realized that they were staring at the bright red birthmark that dominated the left side of my face.
We are often told that it’s ok to be different. My younger version would definitely agree. Growing up Indian, I had the benefit of teachers repeating instructions a bit louder and slower. I never worried about getting injured on the baseball field, because I got to sit on the bench. My parents never had to worry about driving me to sleepovers, though I was seemingly friends with everyone in school.
It compelled me to discover more about my ancestors, completing
Growing up in a family where my mom was a doctor and my dad was a musician, I was exposed to a lots of things in my life. For example I was able to see Broadway plays and and go on family trips to Disney every year in the winter. A lot of people would say I was very fortunate to be one of the family where I knew both my parents and they did there best to give me a lot of life experiences. But me being an African-American male it seems like I not supposed to how do experiences, I was supposed to not know my father not to be able to go on these trips with my family.
Mistakes are one of the most common occurrences of human nature, and I felt I was the living embodiment of an unwanted one. I was born a traveler. Four months into my life, I had embarked on a journey that consisted of over 6,300 miles to an unfamiliar home after being abandoned by my birth parents at infancy. Going against convention, I was not raised in a culture of blood; the links which connect me to others are not based in biology, but in relationship. Despite the fact that living as an interracial adoptee is all I have ever known, I have spent an overwhelming amount of time continuously speculating about my biological family in Seoul, what my life would have been had I been raised there, where I would be now had I been adopted by a different family.
I believe the term, hispanic, itself does not define who I am. I define who I am and who I want to become. However, I do come from a Mexican heritage. Coming from a Mexican heritage has influenced and deeply impacted my life. My heritage has taught me a lot.
In the past I have struggled with my biracial identity. As a child I was confused about which community I belonged in because I am a mix of Navajo and Caucasian. As I got older, I began to question myself and who I was. I felt like I did not belong to either the Native or Caucasian community because in both groups I felt like someone else. I felt as if I had to live two lives that were completely separated.
“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.
Growing up there were many time where things would happen but I was too young to realize it or even know what was happening. As time went passed thing got better and less noticeable but that is when things normally take a turn for the worse. But most people when looking at me would say he is African American but in reality yes I am partly African American
Although I, my parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, and previous generations were born in the United States; being an involuntary immigrant is something that has always crossed my mind since I was a young child. I always wondered what life would be like now if our ancestors were never taken from our home and brought to “America”, but what African American hasn’t. Growing up a young African American female with sickle cell anemia I’ve encountered several socio-cultural dynamic situations. As a child, my parents somewhat sheltered me from the reality and negativity of the world, partly because I would be too young to understand, and because they wanted me to make my own decisions. I went to an elementary school that was predominantly black,
Culturally, family is the base of my Hispanic heritage. As a child my mother taught me that family is the most important aspect of life. I remember my abuelita and uncle visiting every Thanksgiving and telling stories about their youth, from my uncle getting lost in Yosemite National Park to my abuelita regularly being dragged by the ear to Mother Superior’s office. When she came to visit, my abuelita would always share the family albums that she had stuffed in her suitcase. With every picture there was both a story and a lesson.
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.
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.
If my Native American tribe was to choose a side between the French and the English, I would pick the French. Firstly, the French have a small population in America. Therefore, they aren 't as demanding for certain supplies since there is less of them. That will leave more supplies for the Native Americans. Also, this means that they won 't take up as much land in America as the English do.
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.