My Culture Partner And I Met Through Facebook

As my cultural other, I interviewed EMG, she is 26 years old and the au pair for my nephew and niece. She lives in their home since she moved from her hometown Cartagena in southeast Spain. She will be leaving this May to return to Spain, for her sister’s high school graduation, after about 18 months with the family. In the time she has been here, I have seen and interacted with her at family gatherings, usually holidays and birthdays. I have not personally created a bond or relationship with EMG, but I think she is a sweet girl. EMG has become friends with my daughter; they have gone to New York City for New Year’s Eve and Pennsylvania for a Taylor Swift concert.

After socializing with her after a period of time. Our conversations got more intense. We then started talking about life situations, and our futures,

(After beginning the interview and gathering information I decided to switch up my questions, and narrow them down to be more specific to her personally from what I had in my oral proposal)

I was the one who initiated my relationship. First impressions were made from behind a screen, with a Xbox controller in my hand. I couldn’t help but notice a teammate from an online game chosen at random. I drew the conclusion that she had at least one thing in common with me, so I added her as a friend. Once she replied, I climbed onto the experimenting step. We bantered about our interests in the game, and eventually, our mutual tastes in activities and music. I was shocked that someone was so similar to me. As time progressed, our relationship started intensifying. Our communication increased, and I had the privilege of video chatting with her on Skype for the first time. In a way, a new first impression was formed. She seemed so shy compared to the girl I used to twiddle my thumbs for. Hearing her nervously say, “Hi, it’s Sydney," for the first time opened up another channel of communication.

She and I also had a brief chat about internships and what I was interested in doing. She had me fill out an application on her iPad, in order to get and giver more information to me. I gave her my email and I hope to be in touch with her. I hope to hear about

The people that I interviewed are good friends to my parents. There names are Audelia and Alex Pelegrino. When I interviewed them they had a lot to say. They told me they met at a disco and after a few times they finally decided to meet each other. Ironically, since it was so dark at the disco Alex had to look very carefully because he couldn't remember how she looked like. She said that she used a code name, Erica, for the men she wasn't interested in. So, at first she wasn't actually thinking of going out with him at all. She also wasn't thinking of even settling down with him, but her decision suddenly changed. They then officially started to date. What they did to get to know each other was go on dates whenever they could. It was every week or so in Mexico. Soon afterwards it was 2 to 3 times a week in which they would hangout with each other. That didn't happen till they moved to America though.

It all started at the moment we entered the event, when a woman of around 40years old approached us. Apparently, she was one of the volunteers. When we told her that we were all exchange students, she appraised us

I expected it to be more cut and dry as in I’d ask a question, Lucy would answer it. The actual interview, however, played out more like a conversation. The interview started off a little awkward because I wasn’t quite sure how to start. The first few questions were answered very shortly and I didn’t really know what to say to get her to elaborate. I was a little nervous then because I wasn’t sure if we’d have enough to talk about. However, she was very warm and welcoming and that made me feel a little more comfortable. As we continued, I found the parts of her life and religion that she’s very passionate about and she also began to ask me questions about myself. After we got to that point the minutes just flew by and we began to get a glimpse of what it was like inside each other’s

On March 11, 2016, I waited in my house for Charity to come over so I can get some information about her life. Charity, a college friend of my sister Keturah, attends the University of Maryland Eastern Shore (UMES). They have known each other for about a year and a half now. Keturah set up the interview for us which was supposed to begin at 8:00 p.m. It was about 45 minutes past 8:00 and I thought that Charity would never show up. By 9:00, she finally rang the doorbell. I walked at a fast pace toward the door and through the window I saw a brown skinned girl with long wavy black weave. I thought to myself “Wow she must always be fashionably late,” this is not something that I should think about something the third time that I meet them.

In 2014 I was invited to present a panel regarding my fandom research at the Bay Area Brony Spectacular (BABSCON) in San Francisco. In order to save money on the trip I decided to look for someone I could split the cost of a hotel room. I managed to find young woman from Los Angeles willing to split her room with me. She had already reserved the room and was looking forward to meeting me at the convention.

After migrating to Miami to further my education, I realized it was a very diverse place. I met many different people of different cultures and have made new friendships. I met a Nigerian woman during my time here and we have become friends. Being around her, I was able to observe and note her behaviors for this project. She is very driven and motivated. She recently shared with me that she has studied pharmacy and is now studying fashion. She works part time in a local pharmacy. This is very important to her as she is helping her husband provide for the family. Before, it was only him taking care of the finances. She shared with me

I returned from one of the groups I attended to the main recreational building where people wait after meetings. There were not too many people back from groups, and I did not see anyone that I met before. I attempted to talk to a few people; however, they did not wish to talk to me as they refused to answer my conversation initiations or responded briefly and walked away. Finally, I sat down close to this younger female. She looked up and told me that she loved my shirt and that green was her favorite color. I responded that it was mine too, and I moved closer to her seat to be able to talk to her. She told me that she used to live in another state with her mom and grandparents. Her mother met a man, and moved to Chattanooga to be with him. She went with her mother, and then she

She kindly agreed to answer my questions this Friday past without either her male cousins or younger brother crowding around our conversation like flies around the impoverished. However, the meeting had to take places where her friends and family members couldn't see us. As she's of marrying age, being seen in public with a black man, drops her market value down a caste or two which will prove to be problematic to her families imposed goals for her.

Interacting with Hailey in regards to her social interests and relating to her in that manner could lead to a meaningful relationship where Hailey could open up and talk freely. I am partial to the question that relates to what she feels is important for herself. She appeared interested in a future career, and is willing to come back

In 2009 I was activated and deployed to Tampa, Florida for eight months with the Georgia Air National Guard. At this point, I’d lived in Georgia for five years and was really looking to get a new start at another job once my eight-month orders were over. I’d purchased an enclosed trailer and packed up the essentials to include my motorcycle and was leaving my house in goods with my brother. The plan was to move to Tampa complete my deployment and look for a job once I was a few months out from the end of my orders. Well, that was the plan anyway. While in Tampa a friend from my civilian job contacted me and said that there was someone he would like me to talk to. Her name was Yuko and my friend’s wife thought we might hit it off. So, I provided my email address and we started communicating over email. Over the next few weeks, it evolved into texting and then eventually phone calls. I’d learned that Yuko had a nine-year-old son and had been divorced for a couple of years raising her son as a single parent. While I had also been previously married and been divorced for five years at that point. The more we talked to more we had in common it was amazing how similar our shared values in life were. From what I could tell Yuko was an amazing mother and her son was extremely talented, he was working on attaining his Black belt in Karate and was doing extremely well in school. After about a month we decide to meet for our first date in Georgia, Yuko met me