I am a young, first generation, multicultural African American and Filipino Women, that had the opportunity to live within a diverse community surrounded by opportunities, language, and an endless support system. Growing up in the suburbs of San Jose, I was introduced to music at a young age, being how my parents met, I had the ability to choose to participate in outside activities such as sports, the arts, and girl scouts. All I slowly discovered was a privilege. Girls Scouts gave me the opportunity to learn about leadership, teamwork and the impact of giving back. Fundraising for those with illnesses, providing food and or gifts for families that were unable to while participating in grand opening events for those within the Santa Clara
Racial/Ethnicity Paper America unifies and divides its inhabitants across the globe by race, class, and gender. Race is synonymous to the headings atop the aisles within a supermarket in that it describes the biological features of a human being, namely skin color, eye, and hair color, as well as, genetic predisposition to specific diseases. However, unlike the labels above each aisle of a store, race influences the social hierarchy of our world, conferring power and privilege to select groups while simultaneously denying unalienable rights to others. Ethnicity, on the other hand, is synonymous to the varieties of culinary cuisine accessible at restaurants all over the world, American, Italian, Chinese, Mexican, African, Jamaican, Cuban, Mediterranean,
Diversity Practicum #1 For my first diversity practicum outing, I went to Lalibela’s Ethiopian restaurant in Sioux Falls. I am typically adventurous when going out to eat to hole-in-the-wall restaurants like this, but this was definitely different. Upon first arrival, the place was empty except for a table of young adult males in the back who all stopped to stare at me when I got there. They soon returned to their conversation in a language was that was completely beyond me.
Reporters, flocking around me, all my eyes could see were the staggering number of camera flashes and the reporters repeatedly asking the same question, “Hicham, how did you manage to smash the last world record by nearly 20 seconds?” Still being out of breath from the race my lungs could not manage to gather the air needed to answer the question that required a long explanation. Soon after, one of my coaches grabbed me what seemed like my 10th water, my brain descended from the notorious runner's high after taking a long sip of water. Knowing the reporter’s apprehension, I started explaining to the various reporters what exactly happened during the historic race I ran a mere 10 minutes ago. As I spoke all of the reporters from the many news stations leaned their microphones in so they could all hear what exactly happened during the historic 1-mile race starting the race in the middle of the pack was my original plan which my body carried out throughout the beginning of the race.
As I step out of my car and into the field the sun is making my face warm. The sun makes my face feel warm. Like if you have ever pulled a towel out of the dryer and put it against your face. I am walking through a field with grass up to my knees. I walk up towards the pond I am going to be dove hunting at.
The diversity that may be found all around the world and in our very community has always fascinated me. I am aware that it is a widely held belief that being a minority is considered a disadvantage in various aspects and I would disagree with this. Diversity and culture is a two-way street- as a community, whether that be society as a whole or simply a freshman class, we have the potential to be able to learn from each other. I believe that my status as an underrepresented minority has shaped me into the person I am today. Despite moving to the United States at a young age and being a first-generation college student , I am grateful for the privilege to be able to further my education at the University of Utah.
For me, my racial and cultural identity has always been at the forefront of my life experience. I grew up in an Iowan rural small town that was founded on Swedish heritage. My home town of Albert City, Iowa was founded by my Swedish ancestors, many of which still have family there today. Therefore, I have always known that my Swedish blood was an important aspect of my life. However, I am also of German, Norwegian, and Danish heritage which has conflicted my views of my identity.
Throughout my high school career, I have met countless people who have greatly impacted my life. I have made and lost friends, but I have learned something from each and every person I have met. Moreover, I have become a strong, independent young woman due to the fact that I have grown and learned from each and every situation that I have been through. Even though I have met several people and have an abundance of friends, there was always one person who stuck out the most to me. In my sophomore year of high school, I met a boy who I grew undeniably fond of.
The readings for this week are about non-white races who struggle to find their identity in the American culture. Finding oneself in the vast American culture today is already difficult enough for today’s young people; however, in the past where judgement and division was a part of everyday life. Races outside of white had an even tougher life of acceptance. To people of color, striving for acceptance might mean playing by the “mans” rules; thus, behavior and the awareness of one’s place in America is pertinent in everyday life. This awareness must consist of not only the individual, but also of one’s racial background.