My Thoughts On My Experience

1312 Words Sep 14th, 2016 6 Pages
Wow, I seem to be taken aback by that last one. That question, that you just asked, it took me to a place that I haven 't been to in a very long time. Believe it or not, it has struck me into sudden astonishment. See, for the first time today the world around me has frozen, and I find myself reflecting on such a question. I understand the root of your interest, however my mind is still baffled. You asked me what it 's like to be mixed in America. You want to know how my eyes view the world with their uniquely, blended filters.

Well, I simply do not know what to tell you. Again, I am sorry for such a meek response, but this one is quite difficult. I could start with my experiences perhaps. The last time I was asked a question as such was around nine years old. I would go to school and occasionally my friends would ask me "do you look black or white?" I pondered just how do you possibly act like a color, and why would I ever be forced to make such a decision? I simply act like me! Currently, my fascination is with the ideal that even after fifteen years of experience and obtained knowledge, I am still unable to find a solid answer for you.

Personally, I have always felt excited to have two different cultures brewing in my cup of components because many of my friends only had one. I believed the world viewed me this way as well. I have realized this is not necessarily true. The world views me as having one culture only, and it is simply notated as mixed, nothing more and…
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