My Experience : My Cultural Experience In My Schooling School

This is my first interviewing anyone regarding their culture solely, and I interviewed my friend Jennifer on Skype. I have known Jennifer for a long time, and Jennifer is 27 years old. Jennifer is of African American descent. Jennifer’s parents reside in from Houston Texas, and they have lived there all their lives. Jennifer had Cajun roots, and her grandmother is white and her grandfather is Black. Her grandparents had an interracial marriage at a time when it was not acceptable. Jennifer’s grandfather and grandmother were born in New Orleans, Louisiana, and they experienced discrimination and unacceptance form others. Jennifer’s great-grandparents came to term with their relationship, and they were supportive, but not at first. Jennifer expressed being extremely proud of her Cajun, Anglo-Saxon, and African American ancestry. Jennifer comes from an upper middle class background, and it is a firm believer in working hard to achieve your goals.

In 1995, Delpit published Other People's Children: Cultural Conflict in the Classroom. Although the excerpt analyzed in this paper is from a larger work, it was written by Delpit (1995) as a self-contained speech. This excerpt includes many of the concepts Delpit believes to be the basic cultural conflicts in the classroom, which are stereotyping, child-deficit assumptions and student isolation and invisibility. Delpit's goal is to "remove the dynamic of oppression that are inherent in any classroom…that come together when (primarily white) teachers spend time with 'other people's children'" (Delpit, 1995, pg.69). Through Other People's Children: Cultural Conflict in the Classroom, Delpit lays the foundation for multicultural

On one sunny day, I was helping my mom doing chores when she pulled me over to talk to me about something important. I was confused why my mom would want to me about something important, but I listened to what she said and followed her. What she told me was what her life was like back in Vietnam. She did not have much of an education. Instead, she stayed home with her mom to sell Vietnamese yogurt every day for a living. Since I was born in America, I never thought of life was like for others in developing countries like Vietnam. Hearing from my mom's experience, it stuck with me. I learned the importance of being grateful for what I have since they are a lot of people who do not have what we have in America and it made me want to help those who are in need. I was also inspired to do whatever I

I have had multiple experiences in the past few years of my life that have greatly impacted me and changed the way that I go about life. During my Junior year, I learned that I had been granted the opportunity to attend the California Boys State program. This program took place during the summer after my junior year, and it was one of the greatest experiences I have ever had. I met hundreds of new people from all across the state. During the program, I made many great friends, and I still talk to a group of around fifteen people from the program. While talking to other people from what seemed so far away, it really opened my eyes to the scale of the entire country, or the world. For once, I truly realized that everybody has their own problems and their own life. Every person that I talked to had a different story and it was very stunning.

When I changed schools in the fourth grade, it did not take long before I immediately realized that I was no longer in my comfort zone and I had better adapt quickly. In retrospect, I now see those experiences of cultural discomfort as a blessing in disguise because if it were not for them I would have never begun the search for my own identity and I would never have the cultural awareness I do now. I am now confident that with the complete knowledge of myself and the experiences it took for me to get to the place I am today I can overcome any future cultural obstacles that come my

Separating the crowd and the game from the passage, in relation to Junior and his cultural experiences, we see the self and intersecting struggles that he faces. Junior is represented as an outsider of the passage. Although belonging to a team, and a community, his reoccurring struggles of identity become clear with the overwriting domination of betrayal. Junior best describes himself within this passage, through his humour, to cover his passive fear of rejection. The skipping of thoughts and ideas, alongside the jokes and laughing within himself, it seems to show some immaturity, developing, his own matrix of domination. The truth behind alcoholism and cultural acceptance, becomes evident within the passage. Acknowledging that although his

On May 2008 in Red Deer, Canada I was in the school bathroom crying. This was the last day I would ever see any of my peers again. As a child, I was friends with anyone and everyone, boys and girls alike. I was very sociable and always friendly. Which was something my parents took pride in and my teachers adored.

Magic has been incorporated into many cultures and stories throughout history. The idea of magic has gone from being scary and misunderstood to be wonderfully interesting. This class focuses on magic and how it has been incorporated and portrayed to the world for centuries. The art paintings and sculptures I saw at the Houston Fine Arts Museum had perfect representations of the influence of magic on different societies. Each artifact and painting had its own magical feeling to it that left an impression on me since I could see the effect magic had on the creators as well as on the society. Every piece told a story in some way and I found them to be great illustrations of the magic during those periods of time.

As I grew up, I had to start school, I went to a private preschool called Montessori. Finally the significant day came, I finally switched to a public elementary school named Worthington Elementary School. There would be a lot more kids and I would not know anybody. I was really edgy. When I trudged into the classroom, I saw a lot of people that I didn’t know. My teacher, Ms. Thaler, knew that I was new to the school so I had a helper to tell me where everything is and how to do things. For example, on the first day I had no idea what the pledge of allegiance was! Eventually, I memorized the words and the meaning of honoring the flag. My helper, also late became my best friend and she still is to this day.

At the age of nine, I moved to the United States where things were completely different. Now, there were various cultures, people of different races it was not just Hispanics anymore. Many things were different, I had to learn a new language, a different way to approach people and a new way of living. I was young therefore, it was not difficult learning the new things. Before, I was mainly around family, it was all I knew but

As soon as I walked in I could feel the atmosphere that was incomparable to Russian school. It felt welcoming and very peaceful. As we walked upstairs I saw kids that looked happy. They definitely seemed to be enjoying school which was quite rare in my school. The registrar that we had to talk to first asked my parents some questions and I was just waiting for my turn to speak. She lead me to a room across from her office and knocked on the door. An old man opened the door and everything would have been great if only he had not had neon pink hair. I could feel my parents staring at him from behind me and I caught myself doing the same. He kindly offered us a seat and asked me a few basic questions. I told him my name, my grade, my favorite subjects and he moved on to questioning my parents. He finally got to the reason why we were there. An opening for one student in seventh grade was available and I was a possible applicant. I was so unprepared for this and my guess was that the final question was “Do you want to go here?” Another teacher came in and asked me some questions about math, probably checking my english

The Second day of school, I had to go myself on a school bus. My uncle dropped me at bus stop. I was hoping someone to help me. I was really scared on the first day of school officially. I didn’t know English. I was not exactly sure what to do. Everything was new for me, coming to a new country, going to a new school, and the new language. All students knew each other it seemed like I was the only person who didn’t know anyone. I tried to stop thinking about all this, and kept walking straight down the hallway. That’s when a teacher came to me and gave me a paper. The paper had some writing on it. It said, “Welcome to USA” in my language, Gujarati. That made me happy and comfortable. However, the teacher didn’t know Gujarati; she just used

Excited to begin school in the morning , I got all my clothes ready to avoid any delays. The morning was  chilly and around 7 am my father drove me to school .The first day of school after my dad dropped me off with his Nissan extra and left, he told me to walk from school at dismissal. I agreed to that. Keep in mind the pressure of going back home later alone sits on my shoulder, and to make matters worse I did not know my direction back home. Nevertheless, I try my best to keep up the excitement to start school. Outside  the school , I became confused as everyone was talking to their friends and I had no one to talk to .  Obviously my first time in the USA demonstrated challenges. Language and  culture barriers made me feel unwelcome. I slept and woke up with the mindset why did I leave my country, will I fit in the crowd without having to change my identity. This concept in my life was

Education has always been a cornerstone in my family. My grandfathers were both headmasters of schools in rural Bangladesh. At a time period when graduating from high school was a feat on its own, both my grandfathers were college graduates and wanted to improve the condition of their respective birthplace. They instilled in their children that although a formal education was great, education did not just stop there. You can find education everywhere and anywhere. Even the person who is dirt poor could educate you on something in life. My parents impressed this thought process on my brother and I making sure we knew that education was multi-faceted and learning was not just restricted to the classroom.

For the first time in my life I was going into a school where I don't speak the language, nor do I know anyone. I had no idea what was going on as my father brought me to a building where I was led to a classroom where there were other children my age that all looked at me. I had no idea on why I had to come here and I desperately wanted to go back home, but unfortunately he had to work and left. I was left there at a