Growing Up Culture

I am a first generation Asian American and my life began when my father was 18 years old. From China with basically the clothes on his back, he traveled across the sea to the United States, the dreamland, all in the hope of a better future. He worked endlessly with few days off to provide for his family and continue to do so today, which only allowed me to see him one day a week at the most. He told me that's the burden he has to bear so I can have an easier life, working in a job I like. My mother's life story doesn't differ much from my father's with the only major distinction being that it centered around my life. She wake up 5 in the morning to cook my lunch for school and to become my personal chauffeur. If I need her, she is there. Since

Growing up we go through many different stages and cultures that effect our lives. Whether it be a student, athlete, musician, brother, sister, cousin, and so on there are many different aspects of life that each and every one of us belong to. Up to this point in my life there have been several cultures and groups that I have been involved with that have impacted me. Being a student full time is probably the culture that I believe the belong to the most. I have spent nearly all my childhood and teen years in a school system which is a great thing, but I believe should be fixed and molded. The school system in America needs to start getting back to the basics such as teaching us the history of the United States with events such as World Wars

The world culture has many different meanings depending on the person you ask. Each person has their own view on what they think culture is. To me, culture could be defined as different puzzle pieces that come together to create a person socially, physically and mentally. According to Chapter Three, Culture and the Culture-Learning Process, authors Cushner, McClelland, and Safford (2009) talks about culture and defines it as “Culture determines, to a large extent, people 's thoughts, ideas, patterns of interaction, and material adaptions to the world around them” (p. 61). This definition of culture explains that everyone culture is different based on their environment and influences around them. Culture starts at home and can then branch

I am a Native American male. I am from the Lummi Nation Tribe, but was raised on the Nooksack Indian reservation. My father is the one who raised me. He is an ex-convict who has no income of his own, and never graduated high school. We make rent and pay our bills thanks to support from my grandparents and our tribal assistance. My father is also an ex-drug addict, so he has to attend a methadone clinic every morning to kill his crave for drugs. He is also now an alcoholic, and has been for about two to three years off and on. This is not what has shaped me. Even though he has not been a role model for me I have set my own goals in life. My grandparents both have led decently successful lives, but I do not believe they are the ones who have

This drained my mother’s energy each and everyday. She would leave food at home as she went to work and dinners were usually me eating by myself. Although I had many siblings our schedules did not match up either, because we were the first generation in my family to get a genuine education so my sisters were always working so hard in school. It was tough going to school each day and having my friends’ parents dropping them off at school in the morning. This seems very silly but it had truly affected my and realize I could never be dropped off. As I became more involved in extracurriculars such as the school choir, sports, etc. I remembered how excited my friends were to show off their performance-not because they were exceptional but because their families would be attending. I could never ask my mother because it was the difference between having electricity that month or a sports event. Also I could not ask my father either because when my parents split apart my mother forbid my father from contacting me or remaining in my

No one can control what family they are born into nor what struggles are destined for them in the future. By the age of nine, my parents could no longer help me with my homework, rather they could only offer a few words of encouragement. The language barrier and cultural clash we experienced as a family put me at a disadvantage compared to other children my age.

Growing up as an American, you’re probably use to dinner being the biggest meal of the day. Fast food and restaurants being the main source of meals for you and your family.

Growing up with two different Heritages is like growing up in two different worlds, it was tough growing up being Native and Hispanic I would either get made fun of because I was Native or I was made fun of for being Hispanic. I guess you can say that I have somewhat of a different life, living with any Hispanic family but considering myself more Native, because just at home i just speak spanish, and eat amazing food made by my mother who isn’t even Hispanic who’s just Native American who didn’t consider herself Native American because she herself lived with my grandmother or she lived with a family friend who was Hispanic and showed her things about a culture that she didn’t know anything about.

My mother, on the other hand, came from a two parent home with very “strict” rules and ideals, but her family could not handle conflict in a productive manner. My mother told me that despite their deep religious beliefs and ideals the family was a mess. My grandfather was a military man, with a hot temper,who believed in discipline and my grandmother was the only daughter of a very passive and complacent farmer. There was a lot of strife in my mother’s family growing up, she tells me that she remembers family gatherings frequently ending in yelling and someone getting kicked out. This environment bled into my mother’s personality and how she handled

My entire life, my parents have always wanted what was best for me. My dad, an immigrant who moved here at the age of seven, speaking not one word of english. He lost his father at the age of five, and his mother at the age of sixteen. Therefore, he practically raised himself. He graduated high school from Honokaa High & Intermediate School, but had no desire or intention to further his education. My mom, born and raised in Puna, had parents who were separated for majority of her life. A father who wasn’t very involved in her life, and a mother who chose drugs over everything else in her life, especially her five kids, my mother being the second youngest. My father, for all of my life, has worked six days out of the week, to provide everything I could ever possibly need; along with my mother, who has, at times worked multiple jobs at once, to support me, in

As the eldest of three kids, I am who I am because of my younger sister and brother. Coming from an immigrant family, my parents worked full time at their restaurant. They had to care for the customers, the finances, kitchen supplies, and food; money was their priority because that money was for me and my siblings. From the first day I started kindergarten, I was extremely independent. Everyday after I got off the school bus at approximately 2:45 PM, I walk home and eat a bowl of cereal. I studied completed my homework, and on the occasional times my dad was home, I asked him to correct my answers. All that changed two years later when my younger sister started her kindergarten year.

The kids in this society are changing their beliefs in the culture because of the internet . There are sites like wikipedia that someone can change information at anytime . Why is this so ? Whats a prime example of the changing of young kids culture and what they believe . There's captions , and story lines about the black community right now and if you're a young kid on facebook or even twitter , what you see is what you're honestly going to believe .

My dad was unable to take care of me, so my aunt offered to. The language barrier between my aunt’s family and I was evident; she spoke Mandarin while I spoke Cantonese. As I was transitioning from one dialect to the next, I also needed to learn English. My six year old brain was still able to develop and grow fluent to this change. Soon enough, I began to memorize all the different foods I saw on the labels on the shelves when my aunt took me grocery shopping. Through my constant flipping of flash cardings of animals and everyday objects, I finally mustered up confidence to conduct a proper conversation with my peers during recess. I also engrossed myself into the cartoon TV shows everyday as I tried to comprehend what they were talking about. Little did I know that I began to question my family situation the more exposed I was to their portrayal perfect families. I always asked myself, “ If Arthur, Peppa, and Dora all lived with their parents, why wasn’t I?” As I grew older, I dreaded birthdays and holidays because it created a longing inside me for a family reunion that had no chance of happening. Seeing parents supporting their kids warped my mind into fearing judgement from others. I fought off that mindset because I started to see that I only had myself to

Starting from the very beginning, my mom and dad. There is this stereotype about teens that they do not like there parents. I am the total opposite, I wanted to be around my parents all the time. People close to me have always said that I look just like mom, which is true. When I was young my mother and I were very close. As I grew up, my dad and I grew to be best friends. I get my looks from my mother and I get everything else from my dad. The way I act, work, talk and, handle life is all because my father. My father, Kip, he gets theses same factors form his mom and dad. It runs through the Chambers family tree and I plan to pass

One of my lifelong challenges has been navigating my cultural identity. Growing up in Southern California in an Indian-American household, I was more “Westernized” than my other similarly situated Indian friends. At the same time, my upbringing as a child of immigrant parents made me different than other Americans.