Personal Narrative: My Cultural Identity

The way I see it humans are just biotic machines where people from the first SECOND we are born to expect us to be used to be in their likeness or their standard of code. Luckily, due to a creation of identity and personality, people often never reach that likeness and become different. Cultural identity impacts us for our interests can make a person grow and gain traits. My cultural identity is made up by many factors, Mx-Bones and my mom impacted my life and guided me to be an artist and an aspiring scientist of some sort that is not confirmative and very curious.

Cultural identity doesn’t define who you are, but it does show where you came from. My cultural identity means more than the family I was born into. For example, I may have grown up in a few different states without my father, but that just shows where I came from, not who I am. My personal cultural identity is unique because I have all my memories in photo albums, enjoy having a good steak, and connect with music that gives a glimpse of what I’ve dealt with.

Hook------. There are over seven billion people in the world, and each of them have their own cultural identity. In order for one to understand my cultural identity, one must first understand what happens when Texan blood meets a Louisiana address. Through religion, band, and my future goals, I have my own unique culture.

Culture changes so much throughout our lifetime, from music to fashion trends. The more i look into my culture the more i notice it isn’t very unique.

I am from a white Anglo Celtic background. I grew up in a small country town in Victoria and went to a catholic primary school and high school. My parent’s, their friends, my friends, my classmates and my teachers were all Anglo Celtic also. My schooling was very much based on catholic learning’s and western culture. Using the seven step process outlined in Sue & Sue (2013) I will reflect on my own cultural identity development.

Culture is everything that defines a group of people, from the food they eat, to the values they practice each day. To some people, their cultural identity is the most important thing to them, while to others, they may not even know which cultures they belong to. I am part of the second group, so it took a lot of time and work to really discover my cultural identity. I am defined by a few cultures, some very different from each other, but nevertheless, they define me. The cultures that define me are a mix of my hobbies and the people I interact with within videogames and the world of robotics, the food and ethnicity my grandfather brings to the table with his Jewish heritage, and the southern food and traditions that I find all over my family.

As a second generation Chinese-Vietnamese American, I often found it difficult to identify myself as American or Chinese. I felt as if I did not entirely belong in one culture or the other as my peers often bullied me for being “too Asian” if I brought lunch from home or wore ethnic clothing. Despite social exclusion, I maintained my cultural identities because it defined myself and my cultural origins. I realized the importance of diversity in a field like healthcare when I witness non-English Vietnamese speakers in the hospital having difficulty forming coherent questions regarding their needs and requests.

Possessing an identity within two disparate cultures is not a common feat. As a Chinese-American, I am blessed with the opportunity to be a part of both my family’s traditional Chinese culture and my community’s modern American culture. However, despite my inclusion in both communities, I have felt excluded from my fellow peers who were able to look up to role models who resembled themselves physically and morally. I have always had difficulties in finding my own role model due to the lack of Asian representation in mainstream media. Although I appreciate and admire the characters in certain films and novels, I am often unable to personally connect with them… until I discovered Mulan.

Most people don't know their own culture.So im here to tell you about mine so you can figure out yours. Figuring out your cultural identity hard what make up your culture is everyday things that you do as in your favorite tv show,food,music even things your family does like going to church or sweet 16. But when it comes down to it you don't decide what your culture is passed down from family and friends.Cultural identity defines you it comes from friends and family.

In sixth grade, one of my Caucasian friends quipped, “I’m more Chinese than you are!” after discovering that, despite my outward appearance, I couldn’t speak a word of Chinese. She had just started learning Mandarin at our middle school. While I brushed it off and rebuked that of course she couldn’t be more Chinese than I am, I couldn’t help but feel that she had a point: I didn’t feel all that connected to my ethnic identity.

My family is very diverse. Therefore, growing up I have had the ability to experience people from different races, ethnic groups, and sexuality. I have family members that are black, white, native American, Hawaiian, West Indian, and Hispanic. So my cultural background affected my views of other ethnic groups as no different than myself. Although, we are all Christians I was never taught or persuaded to view people who don’t believe as I do, different. I view black people as people who are misunderstood by most races that aren’t their own. I view them as a part of me, in neither a positive or negative way. Being that my family is so diverse I wasn’t given any negative messages towards people from other backgrounds.

Baking hot kolacky on Christmas eve going to church on Sundays,Is just a little illustration of my cultural identity. Culture can be defined in many ways for instance my culture identity is made up of little portions of my daily life and what inspires me to be who i am today. As growing up I had a very close view of culture identity. I was born in Ukraine Konstantinovka .At age 4 I moved to America.The first apartments we moved in was filled with people from different cultures and identities from Mexican ,Somalia ,American, Turkish, Thailand and many others. I would often not understand their behavior or beliefs and would often question them.But as time passed i made new friends and meet new cultures.

We all have at least one component of our life that defines who we are as a person, whether it be school and extracurriculars, hobbies and talents, personal experiences, or even our family and past. All of these factors play an essential role in the human experience, as it continually shapes how one grows as a person. In my life, my own perspective has been defined by my ethnic background and place of origin, and this has helped me to understand my identity, as it continually shapes my worldview. I believe my past to be the most important element of my application, because it communicates the person I am, and not just the numbers on my test scores, my GPA, or anything else one can tangibly measure and place on paper.    I was born into a family in Ufa, Russia who did not want

Walking through the stale airport air again with my dad, mom, and little brother made me realize that I was leaving my home country Germany behind for the second time. See it wasn’t my choice to constantly move between the U.S. and Germany it was the military making the calls for my family to move around. Making me constantly go through this cycle like eating your favorite food everyday for a month and end up getting sick of it. I was so unprepared for the hurdles that where about to come that I would end up hitting my foot as I try to jump over the obstacles that were in my way. See I was born in Munich Germany and I am mixed with African American and Bosnian.

I am an African American female that learned my culture from my family. It was taught early on about slavery and what my ancestors went through. Majority of my family was born and raised in Georgia. My grandmother and my grandfather was from Americas, Georgia. My grandmother would tell me stories of how she had to take care of her siblings, cook and care for the farm. She was the true example of what a resilient woman looked like and she raised her children to be the same and it was passed down to their children and so on. My grandmother believe in family and supporting one another. She felt like a good home cooked meal should bring a family together and celebrate one another. That helps with building a strong bond within the family. We were