Identity And My Cultural Identity

Embedded Assessment 1: My Cultural Identity “My culture is my identity and personality. It gives me spiritual, intellectual and emotional distinction from others and I am proud of it.” I’m am african-american teenage girl that, according to the people around me, is considered smart because growing up I was a gifted student, spoiled and stuck up because my family consists of white people. The people that live around me, such as friends, probably share similar cultures with me simply because we live

ties in with my identity because of my cultural background and experiences at parties. Who am I? What is my cultural identity? The questions that have me trying my best not to have an existential crisis. I am a Mexican American, my parents were born in Jalisco and I was born in California. As for my cultural identity, I am a NSHS student that has been shaped by music, technology, and sports. Almost everyone listens to music and people tend to have their own taste or style of music. My taste of music

that?¨ My answer? Well, my grandfather is from Siberia, but my family just consider ourselves Russian. Actually not long ago my dad had told me about a city in Russia called Peremyshl, my great great grandparents, as I was told, are from there, Peremyshl is in the Kaluga Oblast near Moscow. And because of my ethnic background, I go to my church's youth, our youth really likes to go and hang out at the park or go someplace else and play volleyball. My ethnicity plays a huge part of my cultural

I currently am a 20-year-old African-American male that has been through a lot to be where I am today. I grew up in a predominantly white town, because my parents wanted me to grow up in a school where I would not only be smart and successful, but safe. My parents doing that to me young was probably the best thing and worst thing that could have happened to me. Growing up in a white suburb certainly has its flaws, but I have learned that flaws can be turned into positives that can benefit myself

Cultural Identity Essay My life is like ripped jeans, it is almost complete, but there's parts missing that I can’t and don’t know how to fill. An African American who only knows her American side, but struggles with knowing the background of her African heritage. Whose parents are also African American and are in the same position. Representing me being African American, but not fully educated of who I am. Although, I don’t know my African side, in the future I can learn more about it, as for now

My Cultural identity  The pendulum in a grandfather's clock speaks to me the most. It swings back and forth between two sides, never truly belong in neither. Growing up, this is what I have always felt, whether it was my ethnicity, cultural identity, or my social identity encompassing my ideology and political opinions. It was a challenge, to say the least. My two drastically different worldviews were in constant conflict. Today, as an adult, I have come to the realisation that there was no need

I’ve never really questioned my cultural identity, actually nobody even asked me what my cultural identity was. I guess they just thought I was a regular black girl that likes watermelon and fried chicken. Now don’t get me wrong mama loves her some fried chicken, but I don’t really care for watermelon. Don’t take that as a shock, not all black people like watermelon. Truth of the matter is that I'm really just a hot chip, school loving, catholic, hair braiding, soul-food eating, outgoing, loud-mouth

may look a typical Starbucks loving white girl to people but I am more than that, Culturally and ethnically. My cultural identity is defined by the community which I reside in and the people that belong to it. I am seen differently in the different places I have been to. I am seen very differently here in Hawaii where I live compared to in Japan or on the continental US. Cultural identity to me is a vast term used by every individual to define their own culture. I haven’t really thought about how

How My Cultural Identity Defines Who I Am My cultural identity is African American. I believe this because I am christian and the way I dress, what type of music I listen to. My first body paragraph is illustrated by my traditional dinner, which is Turkey on thanksgiving each year. My second body paragraph is illustrated by my favorite movie, because it divides blacks and whites (stereotyped) by who is more wealthy. The movie is separated by what the hood is, and what isn't the hood. My cultural

by my ancestors to establish a life in the United States it seemed destiny had a place for me. Come to think of it, may it wasn’t destiny calling my family to cross the border, rather our native land was calling us home. Still how colonized have I become to accept my new identity. In the novel, Cruz comments that Esperanza changed her son’s name from Robert to Bobby. (Loc. 215) “Call him Bobby. In America, he’s Bobby, Esperanza said” (Cruz). My parents didn’t assimilate that quickly. My full