Culture Is Not Only A Foreign Word

1456 WordsSep 21, 20166 Pages
Growing up, I never fully understood the meaning of culture. Culture was not only a foreign word to me, but a foreign concept that I could not even think of grasping. I was hidden from the world, both physically and emotionally and I was unaware of the immense barrier that I had constructed in my own heart and mind. I was comfortable. I was “happy.” But I was ignorant. If I were to classify my hometown, I would not even call it a “town.” Yes, Fishersville, Virginia has a library, small grocery store, and a few people who live there, but it is really only a place that people drive through. That is it. It is a small “ville” with an area of only 13.09 square miles and is nestled between two other small towns of Staunton and Waynesboro, Virginia (the places where people really want to go). And honestly, I don’t blame them. I mean, who would even want to stop and visit at a place with the word “fish” in its name? Although it is incredibly apparent that my hometown is physically sheltered, it is also politically and socially sheltered. My high school was and still is predominantly white. Even though my high school had many of the stereotypical social crowds found in any high school and was incredibly small with an average graduation class of 180, there was still very little diversity. There were maybe a maximum of thirty minority students within my entire school. Period. As much as this statistics is shocking by itself, the most shocking part of it is that people did not process
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