Cultural Autobiography Examples

When I first saw in the syllabus the type of paper we would be writing for this course I thought about what culture means to me. What was the culture of my family? Where did we come from? How did we end up in Virginia? How did we end up believing some of the things we believe? To me culture was basically how I was raised—my behaviors, beliefs, values, and ideas cultivated during my youth and its evolvement as I grew into an adult. This truly was to be a very interesting and involved quest for information. Though I attempted to use websites such as www.genealogy.com and www.ancestry.com, I found most of the information from a couple of the adults in my family. Adults? I, too, am an adult, but in my family, age comes

What is culture? Culture is the idea of what is wrong or right, the concept of what is acceptable within our society. Culture serves us as a guide, taking us to the "right way" and helping us to make sense of things that surrounds us. There are many different cultures around the world. A lot of them are similar in specific ways and others are just completely different, this difference explains why we think that people from different backgrounds are "weird".

I was born in Dallas, Texas but when I was 3 years old I was taken to my parents’ home country, Mexico. My mother took my younger sister and me to Mexico while my father stayed in the United States and worked to provide for us. I spend 6 years in Mexico and I went to school there. I had an amazing childhood in the place my parents were born and had the opportunity to grow up around my family and culture. I became a fond lover of the traditions and the peaceful life of what I consider my country. I have many amazing memories from living in Mexico. The way everything called for a celebration where everyone was invited. The dedication that every festival I attended showed. Simply all the traditions that even when I live miles away from Mexico have stuck with me, things I still celebrate with my family every year. I love to be able to call myself Mexican American and to be able to share my parents. My love for Mexican culture plays a role in my decision to want to go to Spain. I want to see where some of the customs I know originated from and see where my ancestors came from.

My life started with my long and hard birth on July 14, 1993. I came into the world with a large scream and was immediately placed into some sort of category. The doctors and nurses took a quick look at me, and pronounced me as a girl. This social label of being a girl was now my gender, which is something I had no say in. Every since that very moment in time where my parents were told I was a girl, I have been treated according to my gender. This meant that my parents automatically dressed me in pink, bought me dollhouses and kitchen sets and threw me Barbie themed birthday parties. Since I was surrounded my whole entire life by these things, it was almost like second nature to think and act the way that I did and still do. My

My story begins on August 31, 1999 when I was born in Beth Israel Hospital, from there I was raised in Andover, Massachusetts my whole life. I am half Japanese as my mother immigrated from Japan to the United States when she met my father during college. My father being a Caucasian male created an interracial family that I was raised. I went to a technical school where it was predominately a Hispanic culture where much of the students were bilingual. Coming from a family that is solely not one race and going to a school where many students shared a different culture allowed for me to get a unique view of society.

Where one grows up affects their lifestyle and character; one’s surroundings shape his or her outlook on the world. Many people always say when growing up in the city one will be used to a diverse, hasty going, and exhilarating life; while growing up in the country one will be used to a deliberate, steadier, and bucolic life. Although moving to Mississippi was a dramatic alteration, I can explicitly acknowledges the menaces–death, robberies, and fights–encountered growing up in the city. Therefore, moving to the south may have been a better alternative involving my physical well-being, regardless of the many emotional struggles. Moving down south to Mississippi from Illinois showed me the struggles of coping with racism and prejudice people,

How does a person begin to write a narrative of their own life, relating events and ideas back to their own culture? Well, first, I’d like to give some baseline information about myself. I am a white, middle-class, educated, mid-western, Christian female athlete. I come from a traditional family with a mother, father, one brother, and two sisters. Taking those characteristics into account, I would say that I am a privileged member of society, and being privileged has been part of my culture. In addition, the largest influences on my life and worldview were my family, school, church, and the area I grew up.

The American South, known for its religious patriotism stemming from its profoundly unique culture that has evolved through dozens of generations. Southerners are stereotypically depicted within subcultures, ranging from agricultural to soul, that typically define their personalities. Like many, my personal perspective has been facilitated by the environment in which I was raised; growing up in the affluent city of Brentwood, Tennessee, my rearing was bubbled by the expansive south. It wasn’t till recently, when I my fundamental ideologies were challenged by arguments created from facts and evidence that I began to sympathize with differing attitudes. My prior rational trailed behind strongly conceived emotions that stuck to stereotypically

I communicate in many different ways, whether it be visually, orally or electronically. There are a few instances that stand out. First, through the oral and electronic means of communication. During the summers I coach a youth baseball team and I communicate with the players and their parents in many different ways. At practices where I talk and work them how to do specific drills. At games I cheer them on and give them tips to succeed. But, since most of the kids are only eleven or twelve years old I have to communicate to the parents. I usually do this through email where I tell them about upcoming games and practices. I also provide them my cell phone number so they always have a good way to reach me. Without the

Sir Frances Bacon said, “If a man be gracious to strangers, it shows that he is a citizen of the world, and his heart is no island cut off from other islands, but a continent that joins them,” (Jenkins, 1994). This quote represents all the core values that I cherish and to which I adhere. Personal culture doesn’t have to be linked to a certain country of origin or a specific ethnicity; it can be as simple as a person’s core values. The Southern way of life is a culture all in itself.

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I was born and raised in a small town in North Carolina, so small in fact, that not many know it even exists. Right in the heart of the south, I've grown up with very strong family ties. I love biscuits and gravy, or some sweet tea as much of the rest of them. However, growing up in the south comes with certain downfalls as well. At a young age I began to realize that the majority of those around me were closed-minded, not intentionally, but it was still present. By the age of thirteen I knew that I was different than what most people in the south would consider normal, I didn't have a strong southern drawl, wasn't interested in hunting or fishing, and quite frankly didn't love going to church. However there was one distinctive characteristic

As humans, we live in this society, but some of us fail to have an insight on different cultures or socioeconomic status. Within the eight states I have explored and experienced two have stood out most when it comes to socioeconomic status, Georgia and Maryland, two states that differ greatly. From the different kinds of people, to the politeness, to the food, to the finances and many other things that contrast. I am originally from southern Georgia. I was born there but we moved when I was three years old. However, I returned during my middle school days. I lived in the town of Canton. In Canton my family and I was very grateful to live in a beautiful house. Two staircases, three levels, beautiful kitchen, it was lovely. However, our socioeconomic status versus the majority of the neighborhood’s class conflicted greatly. Although we were able to afford a house in a luxury neighborhood. We were not necessarily in the same socioeconomic status compared to the other individuals in the community. It was though we were in sincerity, having an inner commitment to this house and neighborhood, however being deficient due to [not] knowing of another’s sincerity (Low, Merry, 2010 p. 208). We as a black family were considered a middle class family opposed to the majority of the families being white and of a higher

Growing up in Miami I have gotten accustomed to the cold and impersonal interactions attributed to living in a big city. Although I enjoy all of the opportunities that are presented by metropolitan areas, it disheartens me to know that most people in urban settings do not know their neighbors. Via avian perspective, you can see the large-scale segregation of classes and ethnic groups. Little Havana, Little Haiti, and Little Puerto Rico are just some examples of the neighborhoods I have called home. As a multiracial child, I found it difficult to fit in when the typical icebreaker question was “Where are you from?” “Me?” I would ask. Knowing there was a narrow range of accepted responses I replied, “I am from here - from Earth... but more importantly, where am I going?” It seems a natural human characteristic to assign greater importance to our past experiences than to our aspirations for the future. In order to achieve what I want with my life I know that I must not dwell on the past but focus on the future.

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