Hacking Sessions: A Personal Analysis

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

Balancing my cultures growing up was confusing as a young child; at one grandparents’ house I was Mexican, and the other, Laotian. Today I embrace both which has cuisine benefits during the holidays. Also, being different than my peers has been a constant struggle. Nonetheless I am understanding of others upbringings and am observant and self aware that I should embrace the culture around me without losing sense of who I am culturally and individually. This has been a realisation that has taken years to develop but has transformed me into an accepting and compassionate individual because so many were not for me. Regardless I am proud to be a texan, a southerner and an american. In addition being of a divorced family led to me, the eldest, filing in as the other parent sometimes acting as such in regard to care. I have been a parent to my siblings in my own right and didn't realize this until my younger sister told me so. Between making sure that we were awake for going to school, lunches being packed, homework finished and baths taken, I have a great sense of duty to family as well as initiative. I grew up quickly but wouldn’t change my circumstances even if I could. I have learned how to cope with stress and persevere and that a person should do things not because they are told to but rather because they are needed to be

As someone of Asian race, but adopted into a white suburban family, it has always been hard to reconcile the two. Growing up I never saw myself different than my primarily white classmates. Only when kids, mostly strangers, would sometimes pull their eyelids back or spoke pseudo-Chinese in an attempt to imitate Asian culture in middle school did I realize that I was different on the outside did I begin to understand that the

Growing up as an Asian American, I often struggle to identify my own cultural identity. Being the first generation of both my mother and father’s side of the family, I more than often get confused between American and Asian culture when applying them to society or at home. While being raised at home, I am largely influenced by culture and traditions from Asian parents and relatives. However, when I go to school or someplace else, I am heavily judged for practicing part of my Asian culture because it is entirely different than western or American. With that being noted, I began to learn and adapt to the western culture in hopes of fitting with society as well of trying to keep my Asian culture intact. As can be seen, this situation I dealt with is the same problem the whole Asian American community faces. Mainly focusing on younger generations like me for example, the Asian American community struggles to adapt to the western culture because they were raised with an Asian influence. Wishing to fit in society and be part of the social norms, the Asian Americans community faces issues that identify their cultural identity.

My name is Richard Hu: I am 30 years old and I am Asian American. This means that I am both Asian, and American. According to Park (2005), the latest census proclaimed that Asian Americans cover more than 4.1% of the population. In its totality that is 11.3 million people. Much like Park (2005) states, “we are not a new phenomenon: Asians have been apart of the U.S landscape from as early as the 17th century … the irony is that we remain “strangers from a distant shore””(p. My parents were born in Korea but relocated in order to give our family more opportunity to excel. I, like many others in my heritage consider myself to be a 1st generation immigrant. However, growing up in the suburbs of Hillsborough California I began to lose my sense of self. It wasn’t until I was much older that I began to identify with my Asian Culture. I whole heartedly feel that Park (2005) said it best when she argued that “Our perceived “foreign-ness” accentuates our “two–worldness”... not Asian enough to repatriate, not “American” enough to integrate” (p. 4). Although it still isn’t an easy concept for people to grasp, over the years I have learned to be more understanding of my Asian American upbringing (Question 1).

I come from a Chinese-Vietnamese background. Though I do not have Vietnamese blood in me, my parents were born and raised in Vietnam; just like how I was born and raised in America. I grew up with the privilege of learning many languages such as Vietnamese, Cantonese, Mandarin, and even a bit of French. I grew up eating may different things such as dim sum, hot pot, Hong shao niu rou, and more. Growing up as a Chinese-Vietnamese-American was very confusing. I was a living contradiction. My family said one thing, yet American society said another. In Vietnam, I wasn't seen as a "true Asian" and in America, I wasn't viewed as a "true American". It was very frustrating, but as I grew up and learned about the world and myself, I am willing to

Many people are proud of their cultural legacies and ties to their heritage. This can be pride in their country of origin or pride in their cultural history in America. In “The Civil Rights Movement: What Good Was It?” Alice Walker explains that the Civil Rights movement of the 1960s continues to impact African Americans because it gave them the confidence to stand up for their rights and claims, “If the civil rights movement is ‘dead’ and if it gave us nothing else, it gave us each other forever.” Every group seen as a minority has a detailed history in this country that impacts each member of the group personally. Along with a general cultural history, many people’s identities are affected by their own family’s history in America. Family traditions and heritage shape children and form each child into the person they will be. Families share the stories of ancestors, old or new, coming to America for a new life. For some, traditions are kept and passed from generation to generation, while others naturally assimilate like Asian American author Eric Liu explains in “Notes of a Native Speaker.” He plainly states, “I don’t mean that my parents told me to act like an American… they didn’t tell me to do anything except to be a good boy.” Whether or not a person chooses to assimilate to American culture, many experience a

On the first day, I struck up a conversation with a Chinese girl in my global history class who was born in America, spoke fluent Mandarin, and had vast knowledge of her culture. She talked about her admiration for K-pop and favorite Asian foods, which I had never heard of until that day. I was filled with awe and shock, faced with my meager knowledge of my own culture. I was so deeply integrated in American culture that I had lost touch with my roots. However, the last four years at Flushing High School have allowed me to learn more about where I came from, and have formed who I am as a

I was born to a teenaged Chinese-American mother in 1997. At the time, my parents lived in Concord, California, but I was raised mostly by my mother’s parents in Sacramento. My mother wanted to continue her education at UC Berkeley, the university she had gotten into, and did not want having a child to limit her education. Unfortunately, as my grandmother’s mental health deteriorated and my grandfather’s career shifted, they eventually had to move away to Utah because my grandfather, who worked in the air force, was placed at a military base there. The sole responsibility of raising a child then fell on my mother, who was focused on getting her degree. Due to financial issues, she eventually dropped out and moved to Sacramento with my father.

I come from a small rural farm where I was born and raised all my life and where I grew up with two loving parents and one sister. Ever since I was a young girl, religion has always been a big part of my life because I was born and raised Catholic. My mothers’ side of the family is German Catholic decent and my fathers’ race is German and Cherokee Indian. Even though they are mainly German combined I have always found it interesting that I have Native American blood running through my veins. It is obvious that my parents are both Caucasian and were middle class individuals when I was growing up. I would now classify my parents to be in the higher class because they are worth more now then twenty-five years ago. Even though my parents have more money now than what they did when growing up on the farm, a strong work ethic was important to my parents. I am thankful they instilled this within me because I have always worked hard for everything in my life and I know that this will payoff for me one day. My parents also told me that education will get me further in life and it has. I am the first of my family to graduate from college let alone getting my masters as well. So when looking

I remember looking at the pictures of me when I was just a little baby in South Korea. One of my favorite picture was the one with a beer box on top of my head with a bag of Doritos by myside. I started out my life with the culture of a Korean, but being adopted from my white parents and living in American has changed my culture dramatically. Since the age of one, I have experienced and lived the American culture. I adapted to the things that would seem different from the Korean culture. Growing up I never took a notice to the fact I had white parents or that they didn’t look the same as me. I Just saw them as my mother and father. Throughout school I was quiet about the fact I had white parents, because I didn’t see that as something different

To get a better understand of how my perspectives of race/ ethnicity, culture, and heritage came to be. I need to give a brief history of my family. Both of my parents immigrated from Mexico in the early 70’s. they are both from the same state of Jalisco, Mexico. Both of my parents did not have any formal education; consequently, they do not know how to write or read. My dad worked all his life in general labor jobs as well as my mother. I grew up in a predominately Hispanic area with minuminal diversity. I have two older siblings that are substantially older than I am. My grandmother took care of my while my parents went to work. So, a lot of my views I gain from her, since I spent a lot of time with her. It was until I got into late middle

My family cultural background did not differentiate vastly from a lot of my peers despite the difference in our distinct physical appearance. Nonetheless, while living in a rather diverse area most of the families were completely composed of a singular race. Furthermore, although it is much more common for multiracial families today I still have rarely ever met someone of Filipino descent. As pervious stated my mother’s side of the family is predominately Filipino with a hint of French. My father’s side of the family is majority German with additional roots of Irish and Native American. While it seems like my family was an anomaly in my childhood, my parents were ingrained enough in American culture for me to experience the

I am very proud of my heritage, although I will say that being of Asian descent is inconvenient at times. Yes, it is mostly true that growing up part Asian you have guidelines that you are expected follow by. Education is the major key to everything, my mother has always said. My mother had a rough time growing up being the least favored child between her sister and herself. With the pressure of need for my grandmother’s approval, my mother has always been on my back to show that her child was the more educated one out of the granddaughters. My mother has always strived to make us the “better” side of the family. The whole time I was growing up in my household it was always hammered in my head I must be the first out of my

The ethical issues surrounding hacking, stem from several sources mainly dealing with order and control, and information ownership. What is difficult to decipher from all the media hoopla surrounding the terms, "hacker" and "hacking" is both the simultaneous sensationalism and the condemnation of said activities. Of course just recently, even a movie was made and was appropriately called Hackers. The term and all that it implies has truly entered our popular consciousness when Hollywood has made a box office movie on it. As the advancement of computer technologies and systems of information become increasingly more and more complex in today's fast paced modern world and said technologies become an integral