Imagine traveling on open water in a small boat crammed with refugees. A cloud of worry constantly looms over their heads while fending off pirates who robbed and raped them.
No matter how hard one may try, it is something that is impossible to imagine. Countless people come to America for a better life; this was also the case for my parents. After the Vietnam War, the ruined landscape left them with a choice: either stay in the destroyed country or start a new life elsewhere. Undeniably, their only choice was to come to America. As teenagers, my parents fled their home country with nothing but their names, ultimately allowing me to have an opportunity to apply for college and establish a foundation for success.
Although my family has not spent much time in America, it was strange how quickly I became familiarized with American
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However, I could not label myself as a “true” Vietnamese-American because of my lack of knowledge about the culture. All my life, I grew up as an American and quickly realized that I had no knowledge of the Vietnamese history, culture, or language. After hearing my parents’ challenging ordeal, I now realize that I come from a culture of strength and tenacity. At first, I felt like I did not have anyone with whom I could share this new-found pride. Only a small percentage of first-generation Vietnamese people attended my school. Eventually, I turned towards my church to learn more about my culture and language.
Initially, I feigned having an interest in the community. However, after becoming more involved in my community, not only have I established a connection between my culture and me, but I also found many like-minded teenagers who are in the same situation as me. The importance of having friends who were in the same dilemma as me reinforced the feeling that I was not alone; I was not the only person who did not consider themselves a “true”
Component #1: Inter-group Characteristics Attitudes, beliefs, and values The Asian American culture has seen a drastic increase in population between 2000 and 2010 and is characterized as, “one of the fastest growing racial and ethnic communities” (Humes et al., 2011). Asian’s found their way to America for economic and social status, financial stability, and family growth which are similar reasons they left their country of origin. Asian American’s are made up of much diversity, to which they are influenced by values and philosophies. The family is a significant part of the Asian community which naturally extends to multiple households.
From little to nothing, the Vietnamese had achieve the impossible, they built a new homeland in America. Though as Tony Lam, the first Vietnamese American elected to U.S. public office, explains it, “We never had any grand plan, we were just trying to survive, run our business and support our
Joining organizations at school are a very common subject to be conversed around college, even before college. There will be constant rambles from advisors and other upper-classmen to join clubs and organizations as a first-year student in college. Throughout college, this type of concern is everyone generally informed of. Even through all the important reminders and advices that students receive from others, there are still many students who are refusing to execute the first step toward joining an organization due to lack of motivation, knowledge, or courage. However, VSA, otherwise known as Vietnamese Student Association, is not just any typical organization on campus, it’s a family.
I was born in Vietnam, a small country in Asia. My family was ordinary and similar to the two millions of Vietnamese refugees, who have fled the country after the Vietnam War. My country is known for its rice fields, its beef noodle soup called “Pho,” the civil war between North and South, but Vietnam has four thousand years of History. It has always been a small country colonized by larger nations, such as France, or China. Yet, the inhabitants have fought to keep their territory.
Growing up, I have learned about both World Wars, the Cold War, The Vietnam War, and the War on Terrorism. As interesting as war can be and how much one can learn from a cultures because of war, I have grown tired of wars. I have gone to public school for all of my education and I have seen multiple cases of bullying and too many acts of rudeness. As I mature, I find myself coming to terms with the world and my life, I am becoming to love all of it. When I wake up, my favorite thing to do is step outside and inhale the brisk morning air and admire the world I live in.
As an Asian American, I frequently get questioned about what kind of Asian I am. When I answer, I get mixed results. Most people who ask me that question like to assume that that I am Japanese or Korean since I love anime and listen to Korean pop. However, I am a Chinese American and I am proud of it. Since I have a Chinese background, I like to express to others about my culture.
Lê, in the beginning of school, had no friends and the other students had never met a Vietnamese person before, and they mostly avoid interacting with her. “As I stood before them in a dress the color of an Easter egg, with my feet encased in clear plastic sandals, the other students looked at the globe and then back to me again. Some whispered behind their hands. Some just stared”(Thúy 19).
At first I wrestled with where my identity lay. The strong values and traditions of the Indian culture sometimes made it difficult to fit in with the crowd. As I grew older, I began to understand that I was not part of an individual culture, but a fusion of two rich and colorful histories. I recognized that there is remarkably more to an individual than where she comes from, and more to her than where she currently lives. Importantly, being from two cultures allows me to incorporate the best qualities of both.
January 11, 2013, I wake up to yelling, prayers, and crying. I walked into the kitchen where all the noises were coming from and I found my mother on the floor crying, talking on the phone with my godmother. My father was there by her side, trying hard not to cry while supporting his wife. I didn’t know what was happening, this was the first time I’ve seen my mom so vulnerable and broken. My parents didn’t tell me anything other than my grandmother was in critical condition at the hospital, but with god's help she would overcome this hard time.
In August 14, 1983 I was born in Fresno, California. My family consists of my parents Xao Chang and Mao Yang, three sisters Youa, Yer and Vicky, and three brothers Bee, Davis and Doua. My family originally lived in Laos before they fled to Thailand by crossing over the Mekong River. After 2 years of living in the refugee camps in Thailand, my grandma was the first member of my family to immigrate to the United States in 1976. Followed by my parents and their relatives, 2 years later.
MEMOIR: INTERVIEW WILLIAM WU I 'm a first generation Asian-American. I was born in Lima, Peru, right before my parents came to America from China, and we moved to America when I was one. Growing as a first generation American, my parents worked a lot. I can 't say that I wasn 't loved, but my bond with my parents was weak because I was always home alone, being babysat by others, or going out because they had to work.
I am Hmong-American student, I am seventeen years old. My hometown is in Wausau Wisconsin in the United States. I attend Wausau West High School and it will be my last year. My relationship with my family is great.
Zylina touch 10/1/17 Period 2 Cultural Identity My cultural identity is Asian, often people make assumptions that I 'm Hispanic or mixed with white but I 'm actually full Cambodian. My cultures religion believes in Buddhism, I 'm not a super religious person but I do follow my parents and I have my own preferences and beliefs. My beliefs is that I believe in is higher power, karma, and spirits.
Two worlds, two lives, and one of me. I am Bernadette Bui, but I’m also Bùi Thị Quỳnh Hương; born as an American, and raised as a Vietnamese. My upbringing has always been contradictory. I cross the bridge between two cultures every day as I learn about the Civil War and eat hamburgers for lunch then come home to traditional music and hotpot for dinner. My parents are immigrants from Vietnam and the reason I get to experience such daily diversity.
We often do not realize how safe and easy going our lives are. I can be the first one to say this since I live in a well-to-do suburb of Washington, DC. Why am I bringing up this point? We are so comfortable with our lives that we forget the situation of people who are less fortunate and those who face a multitude of daily hardships. A recent travel to India changed my outlook of life and what I want to consider for a professional career.