My Cultural Identity

My cultural identity, as I know is Mexican American because both my parents are born in Mexico and I was born here. I can also be defined as a Chicana because that is another way used to call a Mexican American. My culture can be seen in so many different ways like for example it can be seen in food, music, religion, dance, art, festivals, and even more. Most of these traditions have changed a little bit over time as they were brought to the U.S. What I mean by that is that some of those traditions were brought from Mexico, and had a little change into them because they were combined with some traditions that have already been here in the U.S.

Most people call me Colby, but on the field i'm know as number 40. Soccer has been a part of my life since I was 3, my 12 years of experience have influenced how I act, what I eat and most aspects of my life-like who I hang out with and what I dislike. In the United states especially, sports are a huge part of everyone's cultural identity. With all this in mind I would call my cultural identity a soccer game. It can change in a blink of the eye but is consistent through life.My family is like the other players, education is like the field and my hobbies are like the ball.

What is my cultural identity? Personally, I don’t think I am completely assured on what my cultural identity is, but I can do my best on explaining it. However, I won’t get started on that yet, first I’ll explain the occasion of me learning about my identity. At almost the beginning of the year, it was announced in our English class that we would be doing an essay on our cultural identities. When my teacher announced this I thought to myself, “What in the world is a cultural identity, or even my cultural identity?” In these months, we have gotten to learn the definition of culture, and what it means to us, individually., I believe that culture means a group of people that share the same customs, way of life, and beliefs. Also, over these last couple of months we have been reading texts all about people knowing and understanding their cultural identities, meanwhile I still didn’t understand my own. All I know is that I was born on February 11, 2002, I like movies and music, and my mom is from Chile and my Dad is from Virginia. Now that didn’t feel like enough for me to write on, but then I started thinking about all of the cultural differences that my parents have had raising me as a person, and how those have all combined to make me. In my short 15 years of life, the culture clashes have sometimes affected me on my thoughts and opinions, which I’ll talk about later on. As well as how movies and music have affected my perspectives and opinions.

Identity culture is a person's self-conception and self-perception and is related to nationality, ethnicity, religion, social class, generation, locality. My identity culture is i’m Native American my family traits it's different from other families ,my family gets together on holidays and we celebrate days that other families don't do. We like to party and have a good time and go out of town time to time . My family cooks different than other families. They don't cook pork chops, cowboy stew, chicken in a black pot when they on a vacation are on any outgoing road trip but we do. My family enjoys eating cajun fettuccine because we make it

When I think of the word “cultural identity”, I think of myself, and what makes up who I am as a person. My cultural identity influences everything about me, from the moment I wake up, to the minute I rest my head on my pillow at night. My culture influences the way I eat, speak, worship, and interact with people. However, I am not only affected by my own culture, but others’ culture as well. I am fortunate to have an extremely rich heritage, and I couldn’t be prouder of my cultural identity.

“Dale, dale, dale, No pierdas el tino; Porque si lo pierdes, Pierdes el camino”. The classic piñata song that is sung at parties. It translates to “Go, go, go, don't lose your aim; because if you lose it, you will lose your path.” The phrase 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.

The three artifacts that I will be bring in my cajita that representing my cultural identity is a Bible, kickboxing hand wraps, and hair pick. The reason why these artifacts describe me is because the Bible symbolize being free from worldly way, it help to guide me in important decisions since I am one of does people who second guest their selves, its help me to point out what I am doing wrong and to accept myself for who I am. Since grow up in America and being African American I heard that I was not beautiful because of my feature that I not going to be any and that their not a future for people who look like me. I heard all of this from both the media and community. However, two year ago when I starts reading and listening to the Bible

My cultural Identity involves a lot with the Military. Being involved has taken a big part of who I am. It’s helped me think outside the box, be way more positive than I used to be, and make friends way easier than I used to. But, I tend to get hate sometimes for being involved with the Military, people talk so down about it.

As I was faced with the questions on what my cultural identity was, I started to question myself on what it really meant to me. Do I even have a cultural identity, to begin with? I started to think what I enjoyed most that has evolved me into the person I am today. Everyone seems to have their own cultural identity, some even based their cultural identity off of their personal interests. So I started to think of my own personal interests that would blend into my own cultural identity. Food is something in my life that resembles my culture as well as what I am like as a person. As a child growing up in America but is raised in a Vietnamese household, I was able to get a taste of many different cultures through food. With my culture’s food with a mix of other different cultures, I was able to identify who I really am as a person. The food from my culture really helps me learn more about where I came from and the family traditions that follow it. The foods that I eat show the different cultures that I have tasted in order to identify who I really am today and it helped me get closer to my cultural traditions as well as my family. My family takes food and cooking very seriously, especially for family gatherings because it helps brings us closer together and this side of my family also represents how I view the foods I consume as well.

¨Pereme-what? That is the weirdest and longest last name i've ever heard of! Where do people get last names like 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.

The decision to leave Pakistan behind and start a new life in the United States was a decision my parents made to make certain that their four children would have better opportunities. The circumstances of a perpetual outsider lead to some difficult situations requiring maturity from every household member. Technically, I am an American, but my homeland is not directly beneath my feet. My disproportion of cultural identity, in the onset of my childhood, left me confused. Being South Asian in post-9/11 America changed my identity from “outsider” to “dangerous outsider.” My home maintained my mother’s culture, yet the rest of my world seemed to have no place for it. Regardless of the diverse backgrounds, Muslims, Hindus, Sikhs, and Arabs were identical and the expectation for us to assimilate submissively seemed to be the proper solution. In school, my Urdu, Hindi, or Punjabi made others uncomfortable, and my effort to speak proficient English caused astonished commentary on my articulacy. While I was trying to find myself, I began to feel neither South Asian nor American. My mental fortitude made me realize that my

In terms of my cultural identity, I identify as an American Caucasian male who is also a college student who adheres to the Christian faith. Though I am a Christian, and I do my best to uphold the commandments and believe in God, I exert effort into not judging others and strive to accept others for what they identify as. I was raised in East Tennessee for 16 years, where, combined with my Christian faith, I was taught integrity and hospitality. As part of the integrity that was instilled in me by my family, church and teachers, I believe in telling the truth, even when the truth is hard to tell. For example, when I accidentally side-swiped a car in a grocery store parking lot, I left a note with my contact info even when I did not believe

influenced my cultural identity and how I see myself? I address the complexity of my racial

Cultural heritage and identification is crucial to anyone growing up. The different ethnic origins allow anyone to determine which group they would fit better in. However, with Beneatha her ideas of her heritage stem from Africa, nevertheless, she has lost her identity through slavery erasing all sense of tribal rituals, languages and religion that Africa gave them. Although, people want to recognize who they are, Beneatha has come into contact with Asagi, who is advising her to discover who she genuinely is allowing here to have a sense of identity by showing her different aspects of Nigerian culture. Heritage and identity are what is beginning to aid in find where a personage is accepted in society which impacts a person's life positively by finding an identity people

I was born and raised in the Central Asian city of Tashkent. Even though I lived in 6 different cities and 4 different countries, I consider Tashkent my true home. That's where I first learned how to walk, talk and write. That's where I attended my first school and made my first friends. And finally, that's where my cultural identity emerged.