Initially, I was an Ecuadorian girl that had a Christian family, I grew up surrounded by my family and loved ones. My cognitive development was in progress, and I had created fundamental bonds in Ecuador. Provided that my dad is an American citizen and due to his work in America, he could not spend too much time with us in Ecuador, so, my mom, my little brother, and I immigrated to America. After three years of my life, our family reunited, and I became an Ecuadorian-American. Since I was very young, assimilating the changes came to be unnoticed, if it weren’t for the fact that during the next years I spoke Spanish at home and English at school. As a result, my translations of these languages affected my communication, creating slow comprehensive
I have many different cultures al mixed up into one. One culture is expressed at home and another is shown when I’m outside doing an activity or at school. My culture at home is Peruvian. My Peruvian culture is shown through the music and activities my family does at home. For instance, at home sometimes my grandfather plays music in Quechua. Also, in holidays such as Christmas, we celebrate by eating a traditional bread with hot chocolate. The main part of my Peruvian culture is the food. Everyday my family eats Peruvian food. My mom cooks food such as lomo saltado, papa rellena, and cau cau.
My father was in and out of my life growing up. As a child, I believed I had done something wrong. I thought if I cried, held, or told him I loved him enough times, that he would not leave. I tried everything, but he still left me. I was angry at my father for leaving, for not being there for me. As a result, I did not appreciate what my mother did for me. She took on both the roles of a mother and a father, while also having a full time job. She always made sure to pack my lunch for school or be the loudest person at my soccer games, but most of all, she made sure I knew that I was loved.
I am a Brazilian-born Chinese, who is currently a seventh grader at the Bement School. Before coming to the United States four years ago, I grew up in Sao Paulo, giving me the opportunity to be a polyglot. I attended a Portuguese and German bilingual school, and went to a Chinese school in the weekends. In the Bement School, students take world language, and I chose Spanish classes. Oftentimes, when I hear either a word in Chinese, Portuguese, or German, memories of my childhood floods into my mind. Consequently, the memories of my past, brings me feelings of my home in Brazil.
My mother was a mom who did what she could do for her children she worked as a cleaning lady at many homes to keep us in school and also to keep food on the table. My father however; was a self contractor and also a good worker at what he did but he was an alcoholic . He didn't help my mother at all even if she could find him. Nine times out of ten it was to late for us to get anything from him , thank the lord that the people where my mom work helped her out in so many ways. It would be weeks and sometime months before we seen my father again . It was very hard for my mother but still she kept going to work , there were nine of us at home that needed to be cared for . The older ones as myself went to work to help our mom with our sisters and brothers. The smaller ones I kept them when I was not at work with my
The connection with the community I am being designated to work with could not be more ideal. I will be working, primarily, with low-income Brazilian communities in the Boston area. This specific group is literally what I was growing up in Massachusetts. My parents immigrated to the United States in 1989 with no connections and a few hundred dollars to their name. After the birth of my two sisters and I, my parents each worked two jobs and my grandmother came over from Brazil to take care of my sisters and me. For a long time, we were a very low-income family and I had three amazing parent figures that never made it feel that way. The Brazilian community, at the time, also was very supportive to my family and it was great to have such a strong support group. Eventually,
I am a native of a tiny rural town in Brazil. I am also a former student from one of the biggest universities of my country, located in one of the biggest urban centers on Earth. I am atheist, even though I come from an extremely catholic family - the kind who believes praying is the answer for nearly every problem. I have ancestors from Nigeria, England, Cameroon, Portugal and Finland - and some native Brazilians in the mix. I am a bisexual woman who stayed in the closet for almost two decades, until I finally left my conservative town. My family is half composed elementary school teachers and strawberry farmers, half composed by lawyers and judges. I am diverse by nature, thus, fighting for inclusion and diversity in society has being a way of survival for me - sometimes, the only way.
Music is a form of expression used in everyone's everyday life. It expresses and shows the type of person you are. Not only does music express emotion and ideas but it also expresses your culture and where you come from. Being Brazilian, there are many forms of music that we listen to that truly represent our culture in a unique way. Through the different examples of forro, samba, and dance, the representation of the Brazilian culture through music will be proven and analyzed.
Brazil is known for its diversity and this is because the population of Brazil is made up of many different nationalities. Brazil is called “The Melting Pot” of such an immense assortment of different races and cultures. (Nayagam, 2015) Like many other continents and countries, Brazil had natives on the land, these natives were called the native Indians. The continent has since been colonized by white European’s from countries including Spain, Holland and Portugal. The country that has had the biggest effect on Brazil in these early days was Portugal and this is why the most common language spoken in Brazil is Portuguese. In this colonization there were a great number of Black Africa slaves that were also brought onto the land. (aboutbrasil.com, 2017) Because this was some time ago, dating back to the 16th century, there has been enough time for interbreeding and these have become the
I was born in the tiny town of Montrose, Colorado, but I didn't spend much of my life roaming around its fertile mountains or grassy apple orchards. When I was three, my parents had an epiphany and decided to buy a white cab-over camper to take my brother and me to Mexico. They'd traveled south of the border when they were younger and wanted to share the experience with us.
When I growing up my mother never worked, instead she dedicated her entire life to making sure my sister and I had everything we could ever need. She was the aid in my classes, the chaperone on every field trip and the coach of all my sports teams. As I got older she began to give me more trust but still needed to know where I would be at
I grew up in Brazil with my family, which I had lived with for a long time up until now.I had lived with my family my whole life in Brazil; my family wasn't the wealthiest .I liked it here I had never traveled anywhere else.Our house was outside a busy street I wouldn't say it was the most nicest nor safest.I remember the nasty smell of cigarettes when I opened the door to go outside.I rememeber hearing the sound of the rapid cars at night while sleeping.I had lived with my uncle in which I am now still very close to.My aunt, grandma,mom and of course myself Giovanna, my grandma worked at the nearby shelter.Which wasn't so far it was behind our house.I love my grandma, she always got me toys that she had found for me at the shelter which of
Growing up, I had no father to raise me, I was raised by a single mom and that had a major impact on my life. I didn't want to keep on living because everything seemed pointless and I constantly felt unwanted, useless, and worthless. Even though I wanted to, I couldn't tell my mother these problems, seeing how she was already struggling trying to face many problems of her own.
After many years my mother finally decided that trying her best to keep this family together was no longer a question. At the age of 8, my parents separated and I was forced to grow up sooner than expected. My mother spent endless amount of time working to maintain the lifestyle that was not affordable
My parents got divorced when I was 5 years old and my father ended up raising me for the majority of my child to adult life. Though my mother was around, she was also very busy with her new husband and family, leaving time for me hard to obtain. Regardless, my father spent every free moment he had nurturing my passions, instilling values and teaching me life lessons that I still follow today.