Descriptive Essay About Ice Cream

All my Hispanic friends are bilingual so we never had any communication issues. Several years ago, I received an invitation to Juan’s 15th birthday party a Mexican tradition celebrating a young boy turning into a man. At the party, Hispanic people of different ages gathered in the hallway speaking Spanish and the only people who spoke English were Juan and his sister. Instantly, I was overcome with discomfort, feeling extremely anxious. First, I quickly searched the room for Juan seeking his attention. In fact, I expressed how uncomfortable I felt not knowing anyone and not being able to understand the language spoken, so Juan promised to be my personal interpreter for the day. Actually, Juan acknowledged most of the guests were family and friends from Mexico who specifically came to celebrate his special occasion, but they did not speak or understand a word of English. At that moment, I felt so awkward being the only non-Spanish speaker, since none of our English-speaking friends attended. Unfortunately as the honoree, Juan had commitments to greet guests, communicate with relatives, take family pictures, dance with his mother, and cut the cake, which left me standing alone most of the time. During Juan’s absence, I found his sister Estella among

Today Miss Cortes decided to take the children to Lincoln Park for a family day out. It was Ms. Cortes, Mr. Perez (the children's father), Nicholas, Messiah and Jordan. I met the family in front of Project Home at 6pm and then we walked to Lincoln Park. When we got to the park Mr. Perez left to go to the store to get snacks and water and took Jordan with him. He did not came back until 8:15pm. This left Ms. Cortes to deal with Nicolas and Messiah on her own. Before entering the playground area, Ms. Cortes told the boys they were not allowed to get wet and do not leave the play area. They children all wanted to play on different things at first . Jordan wanted to get on the swing, Messiah wanted to play on the train and Nicholas went over to the sliding board. Ms. Cortes found a breach in the middle of the play ground were she could keep on eye on all of them and left her bags. She walked over to Jordan and pushed him on the wing for a few minutes. When he asked to get down she brought him over to the bench. Mr. Perez than walked over and told Ms. Cortes he was going to the

We got to our destination, picked a hoe, my gloves, my rag, my hat and exited the bus. Our job was to clean all the weeds around the pumpkins. We began to work I had no previous experience using a hoe. I started to fall behind. Bending over too much to yank out the weeds I saw the others advance. That’s when I remembered what the boss said before getting on the bus. “Those who cannot keep up with the group will be laid off.” As time went by the hotter it got. Midway through the day a woman fainted from dehydration. “Esta agua está lo suficientemente caliente para tomar un café “ said an old man. I think at least 4 people quit that day. My first time going to the bathroom there was hideous it smelled so bad one could barely breathe without getting nausea. Their wasn’t a specific bathroom for men or women. As days went by I started to go faster. I couldn’t have done it without the tips from the experienced workers. “Hazlo asi” they would say. 2 weeks pasted and we got our check. A 16-year-old told me he put down 6 dependents on his application. One hot day our supervisor asked the owner of the farm why they put ice more often in the water they gave us and the owner said “It’s better than

Lazo is Mexican, as soon as he told me I thought, “Great his abusive and over controlling” and Mrs. Lazo is Cuban I naturally gravitate towards Cubans since I’m Cuban myself. I start switching my attention to Joel and Noel and ask them how they got their burn marks on the top of their hands. Mr. Lazo cuts me off as soon as I was going to respond and says, “They were trying to help us cook and both of them got burned.” I focused my attention back on the parents and asked their economic status. Mr. Lazo said he worked in landscaping and Mrs. Lazo stayed home and cleaned the house. I could feel my eyes getting bigger and I hoped they didn’t notice because how is she home all day and this place looks like hoarder village. I asked Mrs. Lazo if she ever had a job and quickly Mr. Lazo responded, “NO, she’s a housewife. She takes care of the kids, cooks and cleans, like she’s suppose to.” Immediately I knew it was time to call my supervisor. I’ve heard and seen enough for me to know when to pull back. I excused myself at 6:45 PM and called my supervisor Sherry to tell her that she needed to let someone else take over. Sherry said, “I know you can handle it, you’ve gone to the workshops and I’ve seen the improvements you’ve made. Just listen and try to understand their situation.” I took 3 deep breaths and went back inside the house and started giving them a safety plan that they had to follow through and I told them I would be back in one month on Saturday, October

The sun was in the sky and it seemed to be the middle of the day. How could this happen? I checked my phone to see what it said. “4:00 p.m., November 9th,” I gasped in disbelief. This probably meant that I had my job back again! I happily walked through the crowds to my office, but I noticed that I was getting a lot of dirty looks. When I entered the office I was taken aback. Instead of being filled with mainly men, the office was made up of mostly women. A stern looking woman walked up to me. “You must be Evan,” she declared “Congratulations on your new job, we don’t really get a lot of good men that apply if you know what I mean.” As she led me through the lobby I heard many remarks “Hey sweet face,” snared a woman to my left. I heard roaring laughter arise from everyone. Suddenly, I felt extremely uncomfortable. “Is this what it’s always been like for women?’ I asked myself as I made my way up the stairs. I still heard muffled whispers from downstairs “He probably just got hired for his pretty face, men don’t have talent.” I overheard. All of the sudden, I didn’t want to be there anymore. Why would I want to work somewhere where I was criticized because of my

On August 1st, we held a small party for my youngest son, who was turning 4 that day. Suddenly, the woman hurried over and began to yell at my 16 year old son. As soon as I came out to address the situation, she began to insult us, that we were making too much noise, that speaking Spanish wasn’t allowed because “This is America”. This was only at around

I would wake up at 4 a.m.-six days out the week: to be on time for a minimum wage field job; 10 hours a day. As I got off my dad’s truck and my feet touched the ground; I closed the door and told him good bye- at the same time I felt scared, independent, and proud. A woman who had a red bandana around her mouth instructed me to put my lunch inside of one of the yellow school buses. We were instructed to make a circle as the sun began to rise. My eyes wondered to the 50 workers- teens and women but mostly grown men: all Latinos some dark skin and others light skin like my-self. Their tired eyes were red as the sun rose. Ten minutes later we entered the bus. Still a bit tired I began to close my eyes as my body moved with the swaying motion of

The cashier told them “to go back to where they belong and learn English.” She continued saying that when they “properly” learned English that they could come back. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and I knew that I had to step in immediately. It felt personal because I came to the USA at the age of ten without knowing about the culture and language. When the group was being discriminated based on their skin color and being refuse service for not talking English was when I demanded to talk to the manager. The manager was unaware of the situation and immediately apologize to the group of guys. The group of guys took the time to file a complaint order with my help and we handed to the manager. I know how it feels to be discriminated and humiliated based on skin color and for talking English with an “accent.” I was reassured by the manager that situations like this were not tolerated and wouldn’t happen again. I was thanked by the group, but I was just doing what I thought was right. It is important to look out for community members and to step in when people are being treated unjustly because if we don’t step in no one else

I was waiting in line to pay for my groceries at a mexican food market with my mother and of course she left me in line, which induced my anxiety. I didn’t have any money to pay, and I didn’t speak a lick of Spanish. Palms sweaty and nervous, I put down the groceries seamlessly looking for my mom to come back. Before the cashier spoke she looked up, visibly encoding my appearance, and said something in Spanish. I wasn’t sure what to say so I said “My mom is getting a few items she forgot.” I will never forget the look on the woman’s face, like I offended her. She was probably thinking to herself “ How can this mexican girl not know Spanish, who raised you?” I have never felt more judged. However, that experience taught me that even the people within your believed “race” put you into those stereotypical stances making

The staffs made us feel very uncomfortable so we decided to leave the store. In addition, I have noticed that people tend to stayed within their race and culture. For example, some white people stay within their race, they form relationships within their own race, they live in neighborhoods where white people predominate, and they have their own life style, and consider other races lower than theirs. This makes me think about my own Mexican culture. I have heard some of my Central American friends say that Mexicans think they are better than they are. I do not say anything but I know many Mexicans who have said that we are better than other cultures. I have to say we are different in the way that we do integrate and have close friendships with people from other cultures. Unlike some white people, who say they have close relationships with other races, when in reality they do not. Anderson and Collins, stated, “We want readers to understand that race, class, and gender are linked experiences, no one of which is more important than the other; the three are interrelated and together configure the structure of U.S. society.” (Anderson and Collins, 2010)

Luckily, there was an Asian –American and two boys came out from the center. I explained my terrible situation and

She looked at me and asked for my manager. I kindly call my manager and that was when she said “I don't want a Mexican filling up my prescription plus she's too young”. I never realized how people could hurt others by just simple words that they use. It wasn't necessarily, about the fact that I couldn't fill the prescription it was just the simple fact that she was racially profiling me, by where I come from my age.

Who in their right mind could say no to the irresistible taste of ice cream? Being one of my most favorite snacks, I will admit that a carton of ice cream never stays in the fridge for more than a week. I can remember always having ice cream as a very special treat when I was younger, mostly chocolate and vanilla. Nowadays there are so many flavors of ice cream from simple chocolate to cola flavored.

It was my birthday. Two things that I never thought would happen. One was me getting a chocolate lab I named Hazel,the second was losing a loved one.These two thing happened on one day that I will love and hate for the rest of my life.

Ice cream is the most popular dessert in the world. People from different places have their own myths about who invented the ice cream. It is hard to tell where or when exactly it was discovered because there is not a lot of evidence. Some people say the ancient Romans invented ice cream, others says that Marco Polo brought the discovery back to Italy from China. We most likely will never know who first discovered ice-cream or where but it is obvious that it has had a major impact on consumers worldwide. Our fascination with ice cream seems to just get stronger as technology improves. It is a part of almost all cultures in some way, which is not