Personal Narrative: My Ethnic Identity

Ian’s family life was quiet, no traditions, and had to become a lawyer. My family life is about getting an education, get a good job, travel, get married later, is not as loud, and mostly same traditions as Toula’s family. Some of the traditions that are the same as Toula’s are to get married in a greek orthodox church, and we also eat most of the same foods. The egg cracking at easter is a tradition my family does which symbolizes resurrection and new

I believe that Americans use to have some of these same values and maybe some still do, but they are not always prioritized correctly. We should use the Italian culture as a role model and truly put family first. What would America look like if we placed our family

In my life, I had various cultural and social factors that have greatly influenced my cultural identity. Cultural customs, expectations, and beliefs have impacted my deep culture. These deep cultural impacts are implemented in my life and they stand for what I believe in. My surface culture consists of multiple factors who describe who I am as a person that can be easily seen by others. My preferences, dislikes, and who I am as a person were heavily influenced by my cultural settings and environments.

Characters clear and Gertrude in the Larsen's passing pass for many reasons. Clare thought passing was good because “you’d be surprised Rene how much easier that is with white people than with us “ (Passing Nella Larsen). Clare likes passing because she feels that whites accept thing easier than black do. But, would they accept her if they knew she was black? However, Clare dislikes passing because “ I want to see Negroes, to be with them again, to talk with them, to hear them laugh.” ( pg 25 Passing Nella Larsen).Clare still wants to be with blacks however, she did not say she wanted to be black.

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. My cultural identity is what makes me and there are three main identities that make me, me.

It’s not always as it seems: Truth and Deception Webster Dictionary defines truth as the real facts about something. Deception means to make people believe something that is not true. In the case of the olive oil, both of these are correct. The claim is that as long as the olive oil is processed by Italians it can be called Italian olive oil. Flippo not only labeled with imported from Italy, it even has an Italian sounding name.

“The Widow Douglas she took me for her son, and allowed she would sivilize me; but it was rough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways; and so when I couldn't stand it no longer I lit out. I got into my old rags and my sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied.” (1). People have their own perspectives on their own way of living. And sometimes prefer to be isolated. Sometimes, people who wanted to be isolated may talk unusually.

As Gogol is more familiar with American culture, he feels his parents’ way of inviting people to dinner is vaguely foolish, and that leads to the fact that he prefers to spend more time with Maxine’s family rather than his own. The gap also widens in the relationship aspect. When they are curling up on the sofa in the evenings, Gogol is reminded that, “in all his life he has never witnessed a single moment of physical affection between his parents. Whatever love exists between them is an utterly private, uncelebrated thing.”(p138) He loves every companion and that is why he chooses to be with thim. On the other hand, his parents choose to be with each other and then they started to love each other.

When someone says “Cultural identity” what comes to mind? At first when I heard it I thought it meant to identify your culture. Those two words lead me to start asking myself one question repeatedly “what is my culture?’’ A lot of people think your ethnicity alone makes up your culture , but there is so much more that can shape your cultural identity like religion, technology, friends/family, music, etc. When I found out that your cultural identity is shaped by a whole lot of stuff I slowly began to understand what makes up my cultural identity and I learned that my family and my religious beliefs plays a big part. I didn 't even realize that I was kinda lost in way when it came to my culture.

When we eat lunch with our grandparents, they become our immediate priority. We push the wheel and offer them the first bite of any food that’s been served to them first. When they appear to need something, like a glass of water, it often becomes a race for those in our family to be the first to get it to them. When I go to my dad’s office, even though people treat me in a different way than any other child, I still have to show respect for those that care for me, as long as they are elderly to me in

I felt a strong sense of community within the powwow and with all the attendants. It felt like everyone knew someone else and anyone who did not was quickly included. Toward the end of my shift the announcer mentioned there being a lunch on Sunday open to everyone at someone’s home. It’s not often that people are regularly included in a community in such a way. Many communities tend to feel closed off, however none of that feeling was present at the powwow.

During this period of time, Italy became more advanced in the arts, science, and mathematics. The women of the families began to have more freedom, of course they still remained caretakers of their daughters and sons, but they were supposed to have their own opinion to things. There was a divide between the lower class and the upper class that is even shown in the types of food that they consumed. The impecunious of Italy survived on what was eaten centuries before them such as pasta, beans, and coarse dark

Even though my father and I are very different we ?try? to understand each other. We both enjoy food, parties, even working hard (ehh not that much but yeah) in the shop or in class. So you can tell that to the kid. But no matter who comes in or out of my life they can 't change who I am.

I can be a class clown on campus, but boring in my house. Occasionally I will crack wise here or there, but not to an extent to cross the line. The breech I chose to do my assignment on is “Breeching the Expectancy That a Knowledge of a Relationship of Interaction Is a Commonly Entertained Scheme of Communication”, and I did it with the one person I know I will get a reaction from my mother. Breaking the Norm in the Household One weekend during this semester I went home to do the breech assignment, and I got to say I was really nervous figuring out how

My father was absent in my childhood. Therefore, my mother played both parenting roles. Which made things tough. It was not the best situation, but it has molded, and benefited me in many ways: For starters, it taught me how to survive with a limited supply of food, money, and/or resources, etc. My family was not rich, but as my mother would often say, we were “one paycheck away from being poor.” My sisters and I never went to bed hungry, but I can remember on numerous nights we had to be creative with making dinner to feed our four family household.